Morally Grey

by Lauren Biel

This one’s for the girls who drool over mugshots

I. Love. Her.

But I swear I heard her voice telling me no, that I couldn’t leave this world until Gloria Rogers is dead.

Yeaaaaahh… murderous voices aren’t really a good sign lol

They’ll probably cut my cable due to non-payment soon, so I lift the remote and flick through some channels while I still can.

I’m officially depressed…

“I think you may have the wrong man.” She shakes her head and says, “No, you’re the right one. I should know. I drew your face.” As if this is a completely normal thing to say, she rises from the table and returns with a sketch. And she’s right. That’s definitely me.

Ohhhhhh I love this unhinged chick!!! Lololol

How are you feeling?” I shake my head to will the dizzy feeling away, but it’s only growing. I pull the mug closer and look inside. Tiny white granules cling to the bottom of the glass, and judging by the bitter bite to the coffee, I don’t think it’s sugar. “You drugged me?” I teeter on the edge of the chair as I try to stand.

Hahahahahahahahaa

“Oh, goodness, let me lengthen that chain,” she says, as if that’s the most natural thing to say to someone you’ve taken hostage.

I’m. Fucking. Dead!!!!

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

We all have it in us babes…. lol

She’s unhinged.

Hahahahahahaha!!! I love the role reversal!!!!

“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.”

“Yeah, like edging. If you started beating your dick, I’d shock you each time you got close to coming.” “Wanna try it?” he says, and his hands go toward his pants. With bated breath, I wait for him to reveal his cock. I’m curious, what can I say? Fucking shoot me. But then his jaw drops, and he looks up at me. “You were going to let me pull it out!” “What? No I wasn’t!” I hurry to my feet and start for the door. He laughs behind me, and I hate what that sound does to my insides. “Don’t try to hide it now. You wanted to see my d⁠—”

Oh. My. God!!!! Ahahahahahahaha

“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.” I’m being kind. Someone who holds a murderer hostage while his reward money rises is so far removed from psychosis. She’s in her own field of crazy.

This is hilarious!!!!!

Besides, he thinks I’m crazy. And as I back away from the wall after tasting him via droplets of water left behind in my shower, I can’t deny that he’s kind of right.

🤣🤣🤣

Stop that. She’s not cute. She abducted you.

Lollllllll

“What are you doing?” he asks. “I thought you wanted to fuck me?” “No, the deal was that you would make me come. Chop, chop!” I spread my legs. “You have a lot of work ahead of you.” He scoffs. “Bring that pussy over here where my mouth is. I’ll have your thighs quivering in no time.”

🫠🫠💦💦🥴🥴

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?

Faaaaaactssssds

I pull away from the kiss and bite his lip. “Do you like how I ride you, killer?”

Not her giving him a nickname 🤣🤣

I’ve imagined this exact scenario, but it was a little less consensual. Sue me.

I. Love. Her!!!!

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

“No matter how much I want to, you can’t convince me to stay. I’ve been fighting this every day. Being around you is torture, and I don’t want to be weak.” He turns me around and pulls me against his body until his erection grinds against my ass. “But fuck if you don’t make me weak.”

🫠🫠🥴🥴🥴💦💦💦

My brain goes to weird places, like him actually killing me. Keeping me as some weird sex doll he can selfishly use whenever he wants. I want him to be that obsessed with me. As obsessed as I am with him. I would keep his body around too. Not for sex, but to talk about my day with and share stories with until he rots away in my bed.

Oh this chick is fucking psycho🤣🤣🤣🤣