Dead of Summer

by A.J. Merlin

“Welcome to Camp Crestview. Please don’t let any of the kids eat you, because that would be a lot of cleanup for me.”

Kayde doesn’t waste any time. Still pressing hard and holding me in place, he spits, and I nearly choke when the liquid hits the back of my tongue and seeps into my throat.

I will not let Kayde Fucking Lane break me.

“Smart girl,” he murmurs at last, a touch of pride in his voice. “But then again, I wouldn’t expect anything else from you, Summer. Otherwise you wouldn’t be my final girl. My little lone survivor who so desperately wants to come out of this without too much trauma. Perfect little sweetheart.”

“I’ll give you plenty of reasons to be afraid of me over the next few days. I promise.”

“Otherwise you wouldn’t be grinding against my thigh like a needy little slut, baby girl. Is that what you are, hmm? My needy, slutty little camp counselor?”

“Come for me before I make you scream just so I can fuck you while their blood dries on this goddamn floor, Summer.”

“Keep your mouth open,” he orders, voice soft still. I don’t need to open my eyes to know what’s coming this time, either, but I flinch when spit joins the mess of cum in my mouth, mixing with it and causing my stomach to twist in protest.

“You were so good for me, sweetheart,” my ax murderer whispers against my hair, just over the sound of the water. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

“I hate you,” I whisper against his tanned, perfect skin, breathing in open-mouthed pants. “I hate you so much.” “I know, Summer.” His hands shift down to my hips, just to wrap around me again and hold me close in his embrace like he really gives a damn. “But if you didn’t, then this wouldn’t be nearly as fun for me.”

“We’re not in a relationship.” “Oh, sweetheart. We are in the best kind of relationship.”

“I was just thinking, is all.” “What about?” My smile becomes absolutely beatific when he meets my eyes, and in the sweetest voice I can muster I say without stopping to think, “About the likelihood of you falling off that course and snapping your neck on the ground.”

Well, if nothing else, at least I’ll be able to list on my resumé that I can amuse a serial killer. That has to be worth something.

“Then I’m going to fuck you like I’m your boyfriend. And you’re going to thank me for ruining you for any other man you ever even think about looking at. Understand?”

“I love how you don’t wear panties at night anymore when you know I want to come play with you. Such a good girl.”

“Pretty sure you can’t stop me from dating someone who isn’t you.” “Pretty sure I could kill anyone you try to date,” Kayde replies quickly, his voice too sweet.

“All mine, for the rest of your life. I don’t really believe in an afterlife, by the way. But if there is one, you’re mine there as well.”

Though in Kayde’s case, in these jeans, that cult following would be solely dedicated to his ass.

“I love hearing you whine when I breed your pretty pussy.”

“I’ll be your monster, if you want. Your psychopath, your ax murderer. I’ll be anything you want me to be, as long as you can be one thing for me.”

“I don’t like men,” she points out. “If this is your attempt to start building a harem, you should know I vomit at the sight of dick.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, psycho killer.” “Sociopath.” “They’re lyrics.”