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“Mila, don't be a pain in the ass. Who’s gonna make sure I get home safely without any roofies?”
It was difficult to pretend not to be interested, to act like she wasn’t the most beautiful person in the room. Yet here she was again, within my reach, as if neither one of us could bear to stay away. She was a magnet, and I was the metal, drawn to her by the sheer command of science.
“Bitch, you literally keep looking over your shoulders every five seconds like a goddamn cokehead in debt.”
Kyle Danvers thought fucking with girls like us was nothing but a joke, something to pass the time until the next entertaining thing happened. For three years, he treated me like a punchline waiting to drop, and when it finally happened, he couldn’t wait to laugh in my face.
I knew I was being a sour bitch, but I definitely felt like it was in my right to commit some wrongs for at least the next week. The universe owed it to me.
“Naya,” I called out, not using my loudest yell, as if I was ashamed to be actually heard. The audacity of me to try to find my people.
My brain said fight, but my pussy said, ‘we deserve this’.
Scared of a man? Of something made of flesh and bone and weakness? Not so much.
But this game, this chase, was igniting something deep inside me that my body so desperately craved. The give and take, the control and surrender. It could be addicting.
“Some kid went fucking psycho in the maze and started killing people! The carnival is filled with cops, and they said they emptied the maze, but they’re afraid of sending too many cops inside because it’s so hard to get out. It looks like all the people who knew how to get out got killed.”
ok spoilery comment: she said at the end that she only killed the people that were involved in the shit that her ex/the frat did after the breakup. so why would she kill the scare actors who knew how to get out?
again, I'm assuming there was only one killer (her) in the maze. would make more sense if there were two and they were targetting different people
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He had always been handsome enough to steal the air from my lungs, but with his hair disheveled from the burlap mask, there was something even more desirable about him. This new air of protectiveness he wore was enough to make me believe in fairytale happy endings.
Another piercing scream shot off in the distance, penetrating deep into my bones.
like?? she says it's silent in there save for the occasional scream from other people in the maze, but then hits us with a line like this as if there's someone else in there going all slasher on us
is it wishfull thinking?? am I just thinking too deeply into this?? who knows
His lips never stopped, his tongue exploring my mouth like he’d been waiting his whole life to get to know it.
The heat between my legs begged for release, but in the back of my mind, I was officially afraid. Afraid of the Coke can that was going to split me in half. Fuck it, I’d die trying.
it's just unethical at that point
“I know what you’ve been doing in this maze, Camila,”
bestie I don't think you do
“I’m not hurting her so you can get your rocks off over it. You want my cock involved so bad, have at it yourself,”
“Does the professor know you’ve been out here, cutting frat boys from throat to dick?” he spat at me, like he was happy to be the one spilling my secrets.
Demetri’s smirk softened, but it wasn’t a look of fear I found in his face. “Who do you think has been hiding the bodies out there in the corn?”
He was blubbering now, disgusting and weak, the way men always became when they realized they weren’t the ones with all the power.
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I wasn’t going to be someone who was laughed at, an inside joke between all of them.
This man saw me at my darkest and worst, at my most vile and vulnerable. Instead of asking how he could save me, he asked if I needed saving at all. I didn’t, but I did want him there for it.
as I stole from someone who wanted to take from me.
The pain was a mark in my soul, a proof of ownership, that he was making me his, adjusting my body to his needs so I could take him the way he deserved to be taken. Worshiped. Fully.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been waiting for too long to tell you that.”
“Fixing this,” he said with little inflection, as if there was a part of him that had been activated to take care of moments like these. Like this was something he was good at.
I swallowed a hard lump, wishing the tears back into my eyes and praying they wouldn’t fall and embarrass me. How cringe could I possibly be? Crying over a hook-up.
That’s my Adansonii Albo. She paid for my bachelors,”
with what you can sell rooted cuttings for, I believe it
“Are you happy now? I’ll have your plants to keep me company every day.” He grinned, smelling the leaf like it was a fucking flower or something.
non-plant people are weird
“Something on your mind, gorgeous?” he asked, like he already had the power to see through my smiles when something was rotting in my brain.
Still, the weeks did eventually pass, and despite Naya nearly dying from holding onto the secret as if it was a tampon threatening to give her toxic shock syndrome, we all made it through.
This man, who knew me exactly for who I was, had seen my darkest parts as well as my light and thought both were equally beautiful. This man, who I never once thought would belong to me, because what would ever make me so lucky?
With Noah, everything was dull, gray. I’d stopped questioning whether it was love or whether it was what I deserved, because I thought, ‘at least I’m not alone.’ No, settling for someone who barely tolerated me was the worst thing I had done to myself. Numbed my senses just before I’d stepped out into a lightning storm, as if it somehow would protect me.
Every day with Demetri was a day I felt loved to the fullest capacity, accepted, worshiped.
“It was torture seeing him with you. In my head, I’d already killed him a million ways, but I knew that if I killed him for real, you’d never love me. Not if I took him from you. Not if I broke your heart.”
