Suck Mommy’s Piss Flaps: An Erotic Killer Story… Or Something (What The F Did I Just Read Collection)

by Layla Moon

What he didn’t know, was that I added cyanide to his. I like it when they bubble at the mouth for me.

They’re all the same—perfectly capable of hearing—and yet they can’t hear the word “no”. They can’t just let a woman breathe without needing to be in her space, or hurting her, or forcing her to like them. They need to control. And when women speak up about it, nothing is done. No one hears our cries. We’re called crazy or emotional. Told it’s our fault, or it didn’t happen. Or it was because of what we were wearing. This world wasn’t designed for women. It’s written and constructed around men. Men who think they own everything and everyone. That is, until I pull the Uno Reverse card on them. And no, I don’t hate men. I just hate the wrong men. I just wish they would just let women fucking breathe. I wish they would just let women fucking live.

Their bones, teeth, and even dicks in jars and eyeballs alike are perfect for my death room.

“Thank you for calling the rapist hitman hotline, where you pay and I slay. How may I help you today?”

For the record, if I’m wearing a tight dress, it’s gonna be for the pleasure of my own—never a fucking man’s.

I opt for the pink Ghostface mask. “Very cutesy… very demure… very mindf⁠—”

Remember, I don’t hate all men… just the ones who don’t do right by women. I love good men, loyal men, deserving men. I loved my husband—before he tried to kill me.