Crucible

by B.B. Reid

Rule #1: Show us some fucking respect. Rule #2: We own you. Rule #3: Swallow every drop. Rule #4: Do what we tell you. Rule #5: Have our dinner ready on time, or we’ll have you instead. Rule #6: Run, and we will let you die. Rule #7: Keep those pretty fingers away from our pussy.

bitchhh

Going cold turkey had really taken its toll on him the most. It even got so bad he begged me for a hand job once. I…don’t want to talk about it.

“Wolf is for how you make me feel. Songbird is for how I make you feel.” “You will always be both to me, not one or the other,” he confirms. “You are fierce, and you are gentle. You are spoiled, and you are selfless. You are terrifying, and you are fucking beautiful, Aurelia George. A dream and a nightmare. My songbird and my wolf. No matter what I call you, Aurelia, you are mine. I lay claim to every part of you.”

“Why the fuck are you throwing shit at me?” I bark. “Mario Kart, asshole!” Khalil throws another fucking orange.

“Shouldn’t we take Thorin to the hospital?” I ask when Khalil begins rifling through the medical supplies. “Not if I can help it. It’s really not that bad. Thorin is just being dramatic to get you to fuss over him like you were doing Seth.” I start to tell Khalil how ridiculous that sounds when I catch Thorin peeking an eye open before quickly closing it when he sees me watching him. “Are you freaking kidding me?” I yell as I stand.