Noel of Sin

by Jodie King

“YOU’RE FUCKING EVERYTHING TO ME! YOU’RE ALL I THINK ABOUT... ALL I FUCKING WANT!”

“AND YOU CAN’T FUCKING HAVE ME!” she yells back,

“You created this. This fucking monster inside me. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it. I'm the plague doctor, infected with a sickness and tonight, you're my only cure."

“Shut the fuck up. Your disobedience is annoying.”

“She’s going to do as she’s fucking told. No buts, no ifs, no fucking nos. She’ll surrender and obey. And only then, maybe... maybe I’ll think about letting her go.”

He’s mad—unhinged in ways I can’t fully understand—but God help me, I crave his degradation.

“Don’t do that,”

“Do what?”

“Suck my dick like you know how to. Like you were fucking made for it. I’m gonna shoot my load up your face in 0.2 seconds and give a whole new meaning to snow blow.”

“You tasted exactly like I thought you would, Rook. Fucking satanic.”

What I did—it wasn’t fucking rejection. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t hate. It was love. Every single thing I did was out of love.”