Morally Grey

by Lauren Biel

This one’s for the girls who drool over mugshots

“Is that why you did it?” she asks after a quiet moment. “Your wife, I mean. Was her death the catalyst for the murder?”

What a strange woman I’ve forced my presence upon. She looks positively rabid. Attractive as fuck, but rabid.

“I want to make something very clear, Briar. The arrangement you believe you have is not the arrangement you have in actuality. My legs may be shackled, but my hands are very much not. If I want to strangle the life from your lungs and snatch that key from your pocket, I will.” He leans closer, until his breath is close enough to send goosebumps over my skin. “You have a tame tiger in the basement. Tame, but not domesticated. You’d do well to remember that.”

“You’re a little bit of a psycho. You know that, right?” I shake off my dick and tuck it inside my pants. “Yeah, I do.”

“Sit on my face, little psycho,” he growls, and the vibration rumbles against me.

He slaps my thigh, and I release the chain. “What?” “You aren’t sitting hard enough. I don’t want to breathe when you release that chain. Fucking sit on my face.” If he wants to die buried in my pussy, who am I to deny his dying wish?

“This mask gave you the confidence you needed to commit that murder, so it stands to reason that it could help you now, in much the same way. For whatever reason, you think that fucking me is wrong, just like you knew killing that woman was wrong. I want you to put on the mask and repeat history. Make my body a fucking crime scene, Grey.”

“You want this killer’s dick? Every inch of it?”

“I want you to fill me,” I whimper, my voice growing hoarse. “You want a big, bad killer to come inside you?”

“You have fucked-up fetishes,” he says against my mouth. “Don’t kink shame me, asshole.

But as I look at her again, I know that isn’t true. I fucked her because I wanted to. Yeah, she’s borderline insane, but something about her brand of weird intrigues me instead of running me off. Her looks reel me in further.

“I want you to come on my cock again, little psycho. Squeeze every drop from a killer’s dick.”

“Grey, it has come to our attention that you have a past due balance. To avoid legal action, please make a deposit at our nearest facility.” She slaps her pussy and smiles at me.

“I want you to do something for me, Grey,” she says, looking up at me. “What?” She leans over, pulls something from a drawer within her bedside table, and walks over to me. What she puts in my hand surprises me. It’s my gun. Briar sits on the bed. Her fingers trace the black metal, almost lovingly. If she wants me to kill her, she’s chosen the wrong person for the job. Even with my mask on, I couldn’t do it. I hate to admit it, but I actually like having her around. “I want you to fuck me with it,” she says. I rip off the mask. “Excuse me?” “I want you to put the barrel inside me.” “There are so many safety reasons that⁠—” “I don’t care.” “I do!”

“I was hoping you’d come for this, but I had to move it to keep it safe. You gave the children freedom, and now I want to give the same to you. Fly high, vigilante.”

“Promise me you won’t do that. Promise me right fucking now.” “Grey—” “Promise me!” I shake her shoulders and stare into her green eyes. “Nobody ever gives me the time to figure shit out. They always jump straight to the nearest fucking exit. Promise me that you will never step toward the exit again, Briar, or I will call the cops and turn myself in right fucking now.”

“You keep living. That’s what you do.” I step closer and kneel in front of her, then take her hands in mine. “You don’t live for a man. You don’t live for a house or your freedom. You don’t live for anything other than Briar. No matter what happens, you have to promise me you’ll keep living. Be a thorn in someone’s side, little psycho, even if it’s not mine.”

“You’re beautiful. Your scars are part of that beauty, little psycho. They’re proof that you walked through hell and came out on the other side.”