Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

I dart to my bag, realizing that my stuffed highland cow is on top of the bottle of Hydrofluoric acid, and my hands are covered in blood. I grab my cow with my elbows, carefully putting him to the side, then snatch up the bottle.

Reasonable

Fucking gay.

I don’t like this

Pigs were another option, but I’m not friends with any pig farmers. Clearly, I need better friends.

Clearly

But there’s nothing. I got blood on Buffalo, and now he won’t talk to me.

Already realllly liking the highland cow called buffalo

Then my mark was stolen right from under my nose and brutally killed by a tall, hot, slightly unhinged man who talks to himself.

There’s a huge print of some sort of cow over the couch that literally every middle-aged person who shops at Target has.

I know the one!

Does my boy have a sensitive tummy?

All the hot girls do

‘Oh god, I love him.’ Buffalo sounds absolutely thrilled.

Buff lol youre the-readers

I drugged Ronan’s paint thinner.

Tequila

Why he insists on drinking tequila, I don’t fucking know. I should kill him just for his questionable taste.

easy now! Lets not get rude

🥺😩

A loud voice in my right ear makes me jump. ‘He’s hot.’ I jerk my head to look at the voice. Buffalo is lying on his side, staring at me. ‘Like, so hot.’

Oh buff 😆

‘You’ll be okay, fucker,’ Buffalo whispers in my ear. ‘You’ve always saved yourself. So do it fucking again.’

Very helpful right now thank you

“What’s with the Buffalo?” Logan jerks his head at the stuffie, which is still beside me on the couch. I shake my head. “He’s a highland cow.”

Duhh

I close my eyes and sigh. “I don’t know, man. I woke up one day, and the thing was talking to me.” More silence. ‘Tell him I want to see his dick.’ I jerk my eyes open and glare at Buffalo. That doesn’t dissuade him, though. He just huffs, ‘I bet it’s big.’ “What did he say?”

😆

I stare at him as he slides Buffalo his own plate. “What the fuck?” Logan starts eating. “I made him one. You have a problem with that?” “No, I…” I frown. ‘If you don’t marry this man, then I will.’ Buffalo sounds awfully pleased.

🦬

I glance at Buffalo again. He’s fucking high up. I’d have to plant my hand on the counter and jump to get to him. ‘Don’t you dare,’ Buffalo drones. ‘Logan has nice hands. I want them on me again.’ I narrow my eyes. If it wasn’t so damn quiet, I’d call him a slut.

🦬

Logan shrugs. “Then tell me what Buffalo says.” “Fuck no,” I spit back immediately. Logan gives a mean grin. “He likes me, doesn’t he?”

🦬 🙂‍↕️

I shouldn’t have eaten so many flaming hot Cheetos. This is a regular thought of mine, but once I start, I can’t seem to fucking stop. And I always regret it. But they’re so fucking good.

Relatable!

I grind my teeth together. “He kidnapped us. He plans to kill us. Where is he?” ‘Maybe I’m ovulating. But, like, I’d let him.’ “You’re a stuffy. Stuffies don’t ovulate. And what the fuck?” I can’t believe him right now.

🦬

I keep staring at the bowl of rings on the counter. Ronan has hated each one I’ve picked so far. Clearly, I just haven’t found his taste.

This is the beginning of you actually showing you’re a nice person

“Why did that first guy’s hoodie say: gayer than u?”

Ally?

At this point, I don’t care anymore. Maybe, all this time, I was playing for the wrong team. Maybe it’s not the heroes who save the world at all. Maybe it’s the villains.

“Ronan,” I warn. His gaze is wild. “No, Logan. I have more people to send to hell before I die.”

He’s is missing focused!

It’s sunny again today, which is stupid ‘cause Ohio usually prefers to blanket our already depressing state with gray skies every day.

Leigh Anna has taught me this is true

Then Logan’s big body is on top of me. I see him swinging toward my face, but I don’t have time to react. There’s a crack and then darkness.

Yeah! Kidnap him too. Why not? Just start a pretty boy collection! Why the heck not

Logan has been the biggest pain in my ass and has been fighting me at every turn. First, he didn’t want to leave me at the back of the theater to get the car. Then, he didn’t want to go into the hardware store to get my bubble bath, and then he bitched and moaned about bath time in the woods owned by his neighbors. Just can’t please him.

Bubble bath being strong acid to dissolve a body in…

But I’m sure I won’t live long enough to process that anyway. So fuck it. Let them eat ass. Or, however the saying goes.

Logan taps a finger on my knee. “Gonna have to answer me, Kota.” I narrow my eyes at him. “My name’s-s-s Dakota. Get fucked.”

I like the nickname

“You’re a whiskey drinker, aren’t you?” The changes in subject are giving me whiplash. I do drink whiskey. Ronan must see the answer on my face because he crows, “I knew it! All the gays drink it.” Then, he disappears into the kitchen.

So he stutters—so what? I have time.

❤️

I’m not a huge fan of blackmailing a victim. I know, I know. Withhold the Medal of Honor—it won’t fit next to my alcohol dependence and mommy issues.

“I’m not going anywhere. You have time. You’re not an inconvenience. And I’m not waiting for you to ‘get better.’ Whatever the hell that means. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Talking about his stutter 😩🩷

Callum wore a doped-up hoodie with STFUATTDLAGB on it to Tomorrowland when he was 16.