Leave Me Behind

by K.M. Moronova

He smiles for the first time and it’s a sight to behold. Somehow it makes him more mysterious too. “Sure,” Bradshaw says and flashes me that lazy grin again. Holy shit. He’s the kind of guy I would take a three-day vacation for just to fuck for seventy-two hours straight.

Bradshaw’s eyes find mine as he slowly removes his pants. I lower my hands to my waistband but he stops me. “I like to do it,” he confesses with a dark grin.

He reaches behind me and grabs the condom, puts it between his pearly teeth and slowly tears it open, staring down into my eyes unfazed. And just like that he made condoms sexy.

Yuuuuuup

Bradshaw drags his hand up my throat and to my mouth, forcing two fingers between my lips and breathing against my ear. “What God? Tonight, you only scream and cry for me. No God will bear witness to what I make of you.”

“Why are you still here?” I ask, not sounding as cruel as I was going for. The corner of his lip kicks up and he sets a hand on the wall behind me. “No one’s kicked me out before and I didn’t like it.”

Please, God, tell me I didn’t fuck the Bones, the dark ops guy who is rumored to be a death god. I once heard that he tore a soldier’s arm off and used the broken humerus bone as a spear as he shoved it down another’s throat.

“Great. Our psychopath meets his match and now our lives are in their twisted hands.”

“Bones showers separately. None of us are allowed to know what he looks like, so if you’re going to fuck any of us, it can’t be him. Unless you’re into mask shit,”

Guilty

Oh, fuck this. No one talks about Jenkins like that. “You don’t want me on your squad because I won’t die as easily as your last second. What was his name? Oh, I guess it wasn’t worth remembering because I sure as fuck don’t know it. At least you’ve heard of Jenkins.”

“Spit on it,” he commands, pushing me slowly off the cot and onto my knees.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

My body stills and I can’t conjure any words before he’s cutting a slit in the crotch of my pants. My body trembles and my brows pinch as I hold still. A low laugh rolls from deep in his chest. “Don’t worry, I left your underwear, you’ll need those to hold in my come.”

Hatred and desire aren’t so different. Both are an obsessive, all-consuming emotion. It’s a thin line to walk on. And God, is it easy to fuck someone you hate.

“They thought I was pretty. They thought they could take me with them since I was young. They were fucking stupid.” Eren’s eyes shift to me, his face stone. “The second I was untied I tore a man’s throat open with my bare hands. If you know the soft spots of the body, it’s easy, almost designed that way. I shot the second one in the face three times. The third man I hunted through our woods. I made him beg before I cut his innards out and shoved snow inside him while he seized. I wanted him to feel the cold. The cold I always felt inside. I should’ve shoved his guts in his mouth instead.”

She’s so fucking cool

Rats never seem to remember that snakes are hiding in the bird’s nest too.