Never Have I Ever: Submitted to My Enemy

by Willow Dixon

My secret, the one I hadn’t even told Fun about, was that I was a jealous, possessive bastard. When someone was mine, they were mine.

“I hate you. I spent the last god knows how many hours walking around in the fucking rain, and all I could think about was how I needed to see you. So you could make it better. I don’t even remember deciding to come here, but here I am. I hate you, but I need you. How fucked up is that?”

“It is fucked up. I want to hate you! Why couldn’t the universe let me have that? Why did it have to be you on the other end of the line? Why are you the only one who can make the noise in my head shut up?” “Because you were made for me.”

“What are you going to do about it?” I taunted, squeezing his wrists tight. “You’re just going to stand there and take it, aren’t you? Like the good little cockslut you are.”