The Killing Game

by Sage Mitchell

It only takes a split second in a lapse of judgment to make a move. I could escape and get help. Then I can hunt this motherfucker down and hang them with their own intestines while they watch me feed their severed cock to the local wild life.

I learned from an early age that the people you should trust the most can turn out to be total monsters when the mask comes off.

Jason brings the blade up to his mouth, examining the dark liquid that clings to the metal. In one swift movement, his tongue meets the blunt edge and he licks one side clean. He sighs. “Fucking delicious, just like I thought you would be. I can’t wait to see what your pussy tastes like.”

Everyone thinks they want to be the final girl, but no one talks about the cost of becoming one. Final girl means you are the last one standing. Final girl means everyone you loved has died. Final girl means you are alone.

“For the one who got away. For the one who defies all odds. The final girl, forever and always. My little bat.”