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Was it fucked up that I find myself attracted to him when I know he likes to play hide the knife in the human body?
“Who are you?” His fingers constrict tighter around my neck. Without thinking, I tip my head back to expose more of it for him. Fuck. The pain he’s giving me only seems to be confusing my body, strangling the panic seeking weakness in my brain. I don’t think I want him to stop. “Batman,” I wheeze. “Wait, shit. Redo. I’m your worst nightmare. Does that sound more threatening?”
“Is this a meeting?” Silver guy questions. “I think I’m going to need your definition of meeting. Last week, it was wet work in the interrogation room. Today it’s torturing intruders in the empty corner office that should be mine. Next week it’s going to be sex swings in the break room. Again, your definition is so broad.”
raid the break room next. Nothing’s safe from my manic investigation. I find Steve’s green lunchbox in the back of the fridge with an untouched peanut butter sandwich and a pudding cup. I devour both. “Sorry, Steve,” I mumble, shoving the empty lunchbox back in the fridge.
The other part can’t help but be intrigued. Ezra snuck into my building, broke out of the corner office, organized the entire floor, and ate Steve’s lunch. I almost want to snort. It is kind of fucking funny.
“Oh, shit. Guess I fell asleep,” Ezra says, popping out of my chair. “Should I go back to my corner room now?”
“What in god’s name are you?” “Could be a changeling.” “A what?” I ask, cutting him a glare. Ezra fiddles with his lip ring. “A mythical creature swapped with a human baby at—
I think I dirtied up every pot and pan, making an omelet and potato wedges. At least, that’s what I was shooting for. I’ve only watched a few cooking shows in shelters. If Gordon Ramsey were here to judge me, he’d be screaming, “This is fucking raw!”
I had no idea how much dish soap to use. Judging by the spillover in the kitchen and Cain’s slack-jawed expression, it’s definitely not half the bottle.
“You’re a bit of a tornado, aren’t you?
“Sorry for asking,” I mutter. “Wait, I’m not sorry. I rescind my apology.”
Screams erupt as Rev begins his work. I sip my coffee as I flip open the folder. “Shut the fuck up. Businessmen are talking,” Rev says to his captive,
You keep spewing lies about not knowing shit, and I’ll start sawing off fingers and toes with a fucking plastic knife.”
Behind closed doors, without an audience, this is his true nature. He is the shadow following you home at night. The demon lurking in your nightmares.
All the little pieces of Ezra I’m collecting are adding up to something completely fucked. As if I’m standing in the eye of a storm, I can only prepare for the approaching devastation, unable to escape it now.
“Oh my god. Who came up with this? They deserve… shit, they deserve a medal.” I moan as he thrusts his tongue in and out. “If we would all just… Jesus, if everyone ate ass, we’d have world peace.”
Ezra slaps my hand and makes an angry sound on my cock that has my eyes rolling back into my head. “Fuck. Okay. Do as you please.”
