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Nurse Annette smiled her sunny smile, gesturing for me to walk beside her as we headed down the hall past the common room. I fucking hated going into the common room, where half the patients were talking to ghosts and the other half were just drooling statues.
“Good morning, Abby. How are you doing today?” I stumbled. Abby? Holy fuck. No. Suddenly, the mumbled response the vacant woman had given me made sense, and the knowledge rang like a fucking bell inside my head, loud enough to deafen me. The ducks. Ducks. Devil’s Backbone Society. Holy fuck, had I just met Abigail?
“c'est ton tour.”
“Ne m'oblige pas à jouer avec ces autres salopards. La moitié d’entre eux ne connaissent même pas leur propre nom.”
“Point taken,” one of the other patients muttered. “They can and will make us do anything they fucking want.”
Now it was all so clear—Jocelyn was her stalker. Fucking hell, Jocelyn had been drugging and hypnotizing her own son, so clearly nothing was off-limits. She needed to die, and now was as good an opportunity as any.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Duckling,” I muttered under my breath as I buckled myself in and turned on the engine. Ashley was asleep, I was pretty sure, so I flinched when she replied. “I hope so,” she mumbled. “As soon as these drugs wear off…I’ll kill you myself.”
Right, mangled brain? We don’t want him to fuck us. My brain needed to get the rest of me on board with that narrative,
“What the fuck? I’m killing you. This isn’t fucking foreplay, you sick puppy!”
Especially when I acknowledged how sore my vagina was when walking. Damn big-dick men.
“That’s it, Spark,” Carter purred as I bent over and wrapped my lips around Heath’s cock. “Good girl, taking a quick trip to Paris in your mother’s kitchen.”
It was just a question of physics, but anything was possible with plenty of prep and lube.
The concept of living in a world without you was utterly unfathomable.”
You’re making it really hard for me to remember what an irredeemable twatapottamus you’ve been these past six months.”
There is only space in my heart for one woman, and it’s you. Has been for a lot longer than either of us really care to admit.
Holy fuck. Some people said I love you, but Nate gave me a sledgehammer and asked me to demolish his mom’s home. Same thing.
