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Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.
Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.
"I bet you're a really, really … good girl." I wait for it, a sense of victory rolling through me when she jolts ever so slightly against me. There it is I think to myself, smirking. My girl likes a little praise.
I have no idea if Grey is going to be true to his word and help me, but he's growing on me. Like a poisonous weed… but growing.
"Sounds like vanity," I point out. "Not necessarily. People with BPD often have a self-sense of perfectionism, trying to please others. Did you ever feel the need to try to show your father that you were worth more than he made you believe you were?"
'Meet me after dark. I'll collect you. Bring an open mind, little killer.'
"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."
"You're going to be the death of me, Avery," he mutters, leaning down to kiss me. "And I can't fucking wait."
"Your body is my territory, my sweet victory. Together, we'll rule the unhinged, little killer."
I mean, I wouldn't call this a normal life. But what is normal anyway? It's just a setting on a washing machine.
I knew I wanted to take her, but told myself she was too good, too pure for me. But here I am, balls deep inside of her, wondering how someone like me got so lucky.
God. I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?
"Baby girl, stop," he groans, grabbing me. "I didn't call you that because I thought you were a murderer when we met. I called you that because I knew you would be the death of me. But it's a sweet death, one that I welcome."
"Her name is Avery," Grey points out. Jillian stutters slightly, nodding again. "Yeah, Avery. Sorry." "Don't mind him," I mock. "He was just balls deep inside of dear Avery so he's a little protective."
