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don’t know—sometimes, a girl needs to know how to off a man in an untraceable way. I still didn’t see the issue there.
The only good thing about this place was that when winter came, you could leave your beer outside to keep it cold.
“Look at you. Pretty little darkling, all alone in this big, empty corn maze.” He was using a voice changer.
“I want to see you scurry through this labyrinth like the rest of them. I want you to beg me to release you.”
“Next time, I’ll have you over my cock, stretching out that pretty cunt of yours.” He wiped his hand over the mess on his pants before turning away.
“I want what you gave him.”
“Our little darkling is lost in this big maze. Let’s show her how well the corn keeps the screams from escaping,”
“Tell our professor how badly you want us both to fill you up, to stretch your holes and pump you full of our cum until you leave a trail behind you through this maze.”
“She’s beautifully macabre,” Harkins prosed, describing the wild banshee in front of us. “She’s a fucking psycho,” I corrected him.
She was henbane, beautiful but foul in every sense of the word; the closer you got, the more evident it became as its stench invaded your senses. She was wretched, toxic in the worst way possible, but stunningly beautiful from a distance.
