No, For An Answer

by C.J. Riggs

These girls aren’t like they used to be. The more dark romance that’s getting flooded into the media is causing them to become fucking insane. It’s a fucking pandemic.

I like to leave them visible in areas I know hikers frequent. That way at least their families aren’t worried about them for too long. It’s like ‘oops daughters missing,’ nope just dead. Funeral. Grieving process. Done.

“Sex out of wedlock is a sin.” He points at me. “And so are those fucking sandals you’re wearing.”

“If by eager you mean to bury myself so deep inside you that you scream. Then yes, Ashley, I’m very eager.”

I give myself the ick just trying to come across like that all-American, cute valley girl. “She

I don’t need to fucking socialise. I hate people at the best of times,

“I’m going fucking kill you!” Whoever this little cocksucker is, there’s no way he’s touching what belongs to me. If anyone will kill Ashley, I will.

Having sex with a serial killer, wasn’t exactly how I saw the night ending, but what can you do? At least it was good.