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Griffin yanks my hand away, trying to stop me from getting what I want, but it's too late. My head launches backward, and my eyelashes flutter as I squirt onto the floor of the shower and cry out, ignoring Griffin’s presence. “Oh, yes. Fuck me. That’s what I’m talking about, baby. That’s how it’s done. Fuuuuck.” Griffin releases my hand and gawks at me.
“We have a problem.” He stares at me as I continue humping the air. “What the fuck is she doing?” “I don’t fucking know, Benny. What’s so important?”
“There must be consequences. Don’t you agree?” I nod. He's not wrong. I have plans for him, but I will never share them. It will ruin the surprise.
The only thing about me that I love, my perfectly unblemished body, is now gone.
He's ruined my flawless body. I've always hated who I was on the inside—born with a propensity for violence and a thirst for blood. I’ve never been normal. My older sister, Amelia, was the normal one. She was smart, compassionate, and understanding. We were inseparable until we weren’t. Meeting someone and falling in love changes you. It changed us.
“I’m going to find out who you are, Miss Doe. You can’t hide from the devil.”
He may be the devil offering me his sinful temptation, but I am the devil he doesn't know, and I plan to keep it that way.
“You’re a stubborn bitch. But at least now I know one way to cause you pain. It’s just not physical. You care about your body—looks, complexion, blemishes…” The weight on my chest returns as he leans on me and runs his fingers over the wounds he just made. “…scars.”
Ghost? I am no ghost. I am a vengeful spirit.
“My name is Anony.”
“Anony Mous?” Griffin glances at Benny as he puts it together. “Anonymous. Cute.”
Jenny hangs across the room, crying quietly. Benny warned her to stop, but she wouldn’t listen.
HAHHAHA DUMB BITCH!
“Jenny, if you don’t shut your mouth, I’m going to slice you open and release your guts onto the floor like a fucking piñata.”
After putting up with her boyfriend's abuse for almost two years, she finally left him. The next day he showed up at her job, pulled out a gun, and squeezed the trigger in front of a restaurant full of dinner guests. By the time I made it home from college, the police had already found him. Instead of putting him in prison for life, the judge decided his mental health played a part in his behavior and sentenced him to five years in a mental health facility.
I never went back to college. Riddled with guilt, I joined the Army and did four tours in some of the most hostile countries in the world—punishment for not protecting her and training for what’s to come.
“You better hope you secure me well, Benny-boy. Because if I get my hands on that tiny cock of yours, I’m going to cut it off, tie a string to the end of it and stuff it in Jenny's pussy like a fucking tampon.” Jenny’s eyes widen. “Fucking hit her, Benny.”
Provoking the Egyptian could lead to collateral damage from Griffin, and that’s not an option. I must behave as Griffin expects. I shall be a seductress, like Cleopatra. I rub my pussy in a circular motion. A temptress, like Jezebel. My thighs tingle as my orgasm races to the surface. I will be a femme fatale. My hips buck toward the ceiling, and my juices squirt against my fingers, soaking them. “Oh, Femi.” I close my eyes and inhale the scent on my soiled fingers. “Mmm…that was a good one,” I whisper to myself.
