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To all the pretty little psychos who crave a blade to the throat
He doesn’t need to ask twice. I bring the boning knife up from beneath the pillow and slice through his dick. He screams, blood spurting on my face like a geyser. He staggers back, his hands cupping his crotch.
“What...” he croaks as though confused about how he’s ended up dickless. “You told me to take it all,” I say, absorbing every flicker of pain, every anguished breath. “And I liked it very much.” “Psycho... Bitch.” My lips curl into a smile.
She continues slicing something on the chopping board, using the precision of a sushi chef. I glance over her shoulder to see what she’s cutting, and my heart stops. It’s a severed penis.
“Seraphine,” I hiss. “Where did you get that cock?”
“That man touched me, so I cut off his dick,” she says, her voice flat. “Billy Blue?” “The one in my room.”
“You’re making a sandwich?” I ask, incredulous. She nods. My stomach churns. “Why?” “They need to know I’m not afraid.” “The voices in your head?” I whisper, my pulse quickening.
She’s like a cat that’s eaten the proverbial canary and gives no fucks that it has feathers sticking out of its jaw. At the third bite, something inside me snaps. I close the distance between us and pry the shit out of her hand. “You are not eating a cock sandwich,” I snarl. “Not in this house.”
Leroi shoves a sandwich under my nose. “Eat.” “Is it cock?” I snarl, wanting to get under his skin. He flinches. “No, it’s turkey and cheese. Sorry to disappoint, but no human men were maimed in the production of this meal.”
“What’s wrong?” I reach out to touch her face, but she flinches. At her movement, I catch the sight of blood. It’s on her face, down the front of her shirt, and on her hands. It’s even streaked on the window. I was gone for less than five minutes. “Who did this to you?” I snarl. She shakes her head. “What happened?” I ask. “Are you hurt?” “It’s not my blood.”
“A man came to the window,” she says, her voice distant and flat. “He was rude.” “He touched you?” “I stabbed him in the eye.”
“You can’t go around stabbing every man who shows you disrespect,” I say. “Why not?”
This reaction to nearly killing him is unexpectedly arousing. I want to do it again.
Fuck. I never thought I could get turned on by a girl holding a knife to my throat, but here I am, aching so hard it hurts.
It’s Samson. Samson Fucking Capello. The more psychotic of the twins, whom Leroi said was dead.
It’s just one kiss. Just one taste. “Fuck it.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, and instantly regret it. Kissing Seraphine is like finding home. As I pull back, she loops the tape measure around the back of my neck and holds me in place.
“Please fuck me and make me come...” The chaotic part of me adds with a smirk, “If you can.” His snarl makes the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and my insides quiver with anticipation.
