Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

Aly might be masturbating to a video I’d sent her, but she hadn’t consented to me watching her do it.

For a borderline psyco, hes more of a gentleman than most people would be right now.

I whipped my head to the left, toward the distinctive couch along the far wall that I heavily featured in my videos, then to my bed and the stupid fucking custom headboard I just had to commission because I couldn’t go to Ikea like everyone else on the goddamn planet.

“Are you STD free?”

Smart woman.

“How’s this?” I asked a purring Fred, dropping my voice as low as I comfortably could. “I am Batman.”

Im batman. I love josh fr that

“Our fearless leader just faceplanted into a Rhododendron, but he’s coming out of it now. He looks embarrassed.”

It was a goddamn miracle that I didn’t let out a shout of panic or a roar of pain as I fell like a human-sized checker in Connect Four.

I now had the answer to the question, “How fun is it to run through the woods at night during winter?” About as much fun as having Hannibal Lecter for a gynecologist.