He grinds further inside me until we’re flush and his pumps slow, pulling all the way out before pushing to the hilt once more with enough force to make me scream each time, over and over until my eyes are lolling.
“What God? Tonight, you only scream and cry for me. No God will bear witness to what I make of you.” My eyes flutter shut at his words and I suck on his fingers.
line. “Jefferson, Pete, Ian, and Harrison.” He skips Bradshaw and for a moment I think it’s because he knows I already met him. “Their corresponding code names are: Jobs, Badger, Colt, Wasp, and Bones. My code name is just Sergeant.”
The world is better without monsters like me in it. I don’t fight my fate, even if it fucking hurts. But sometimes, I imagine him coming back for me and wrapping his arms around me again.
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