Scream For Us (Order of the Unseen, #0.5)

by Molly Doyle

“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”

This is so unlike me. But that’s the thing. Tonight I can be whoever the hell I want to be. And for once in my life, I choose to be reckless.

“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.”

“You’re safe,” he promises, and even with his deep, menacing tone, he eases my fears. “And ours.”

Although some people choose to dress up as monsters on Halloween night, others simply are monsters.

Something about this is so erotic, so twisted. Here I am, in a stranger’s bathroom, getting railed by Ghostface.

“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.”

“Poor Alex,” I recite Ghostface’s famous line. “You think this is all about you? You think you’re still the star?”