Slaying the Holidays: A Dark Rom Com

by Beatrix Hollow

After a helpful talk with my beautiful divorce therapist, I decided to get into manslaughter. Maybe it's not the hobby she had in mind, but the idea always interested me, and there's plenty of predators I’d love to turn into prey.

“That’s a good girl, Doctor Moore. We can’t let our emotions control our actions, right?”

Maybe this was his entire plan since we first met. Stalk me, kill my date, and then drag me back to the sex hovel he made for me. Honestly, no one’s ever made me anything before. That’s a level of commitment that’s as flattering as it is disturbing. I mean, depending on the state of said hovel. A hole in the ground would fucking suck.

“Psychopath,” I grumble. “Aww, that’s good. Pet names will help sell our love. Hey, why don’t you try it out?”