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To anyone with a love for Halloween… And men in masks
The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty’s dead. ANNE RICE
“If you ever fucking touch her again, I’ll put you down like a sick dog.”
“I can’t wait to hear you, I can’t wait to hear you, scream.”
“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”
“I’ve been watching you all goddamn night. I want to fuck the sadness out of you until you’re screaming in ecstasy while coming around my cock.”
“Even if it’s for tonight, and tonight only, little Quinn,” he hesitates, spreading my legs with his knee. “You’ll still always be mine.”
If it wasn’t for Ghost, Jason, and Michael.
“You’re safe,” he promises, and even with his deep, menacing-like tone, he eases my fears. “And ours.”
Although some people choose to dress up as monsters on Halloween night, others simply are monsters.
Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. Not yet, at least.
“Now that, little Quinn—” He firmly takes my jaw in his hand, tracing my lips with his thumb. “That is how you deserve to be fucked. Always.”
He lifts his knife and spins it between his fingers. “Or I’ll gut you like a fish,” he coldly remarks.
“If you ever put your filthy hands on what’s mine again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Slowly.”
“It’s all you’ve ever wanted. To be protected. Safe,” he sharply states, cutting across the front lawn of a house. “We will keep you safe, little Quinn.”
“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me onto my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.”
“Scream for us,” Ghost commands.
“They’re going to pay for what they did to you.” He steps between Jason and me, pressing a lingering kiss on my forehead. “They’re going to pay with their lives.”
There’s blood spurting, bones crunching. Over and over, and over again, I gut him, painting the walls, floors, and my mask in red.
“Naïve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.”
“If I had one.”
