Don't Stop

by Lauren Biel

“If you fuck with my shit again, you’ll suck your blood off my fingers instead of this paint.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” he asks as he raises his bloody fist and smiles. Red clings to his lips. I shake my head. “Does it bother you that I like dead things?” He shakes his head, and my heart flutters against my chest. This is a weird fucking conversation, and we are weird people. Why does that make me want to kiss him and taste the blood on his lips?

I would bleed out for her so she can pose me like one of her grotesque little dolls in her room. I have never been so turned on.

“You didn’t answer me,” I say as I watch her tongue work around the mixture. “Why are you giving me your mouth after what I’ve done to you?” She wipes the spit and blood from her chin before swallowing. “Because you didn’t leave. You chose to lie with me after.”

“I wanted to lick you clean that night, bones. Make you forget it all happened.”