Mean One

by Ab. Cynthe

“The only thing I want to hear out of you right now is the sound of you choking on my cock as I fuck your face.”

“What do you say we pay little ol’ Whoreville a visit, Max? It’s time they learn what happens when a monster finally snaps at the hand that beats him.”

I’m coming for you, Gus. And you too, May-Martha.

“Now, open wide.” She sat up, gripping my chin and slowly pushing the toy into my mouth. “That’s right, get it nice and wet so Mommy can fuck you real good.” Fuck,

The world hated us, and in that rejection, we found each other.”

As much as I don’t want to admit it, I do. I fucking love you, freckles. You’re crazy and beautiful and a fucking mess, just like me. You annoy the shit out of me and piss me off more than anyone else… but God, I fucking love you. All of you. Just don’t leave me. Ever.