Desperate Run

by C.J. Riggs

I grab hold of the bottom of her mouth, and in an action that makes Jun gasp, I separate her jaw, breaking the joint where the top and bottom connect. I’m not surprised when I begin hearing Jun begin to vomit, his heaving more disgusting than what I’m looking at now. Her eyes roll back, and her entire body goes into a vibration. Her scream not as ear piercing as before, her mouth slacked open. “That’s better,” I murmur, and dive into my pocket. Am I sick for still holding onto Max’s undies from our first encounter in the Hall of Mirrors? No, I don’t think so. Wrapping the fabric around my fingers, I grab at the tip of her tongue. I slice at the frenulum, cutting it back and releasing it so I can get a better grip. Her muffled cries as I shove my hand into her mouth is music to my ears. “Any last words?” The crazed smile that comes over me as I see tears spilling from her distant eyes,