Morally Grey

by Lauren Biel

I spend the entire day telling patients they can’t afford their life-saving surgery. We really are living the American dream, aren’t we?

The cost of living continues to increase, but my employers aren’t paying me more.

Her desperation is understandable because it was once my desperation. It’s a desperation too many Americans have become familiar with. We are sold the American dream at a price they know we can’t afford.

“Sometimes the worst possible thing we could do is the best thing we could do.”

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

“You know what I want you to do with that,” he says. “It’s the same thing I wanted you to do to my face.” “And what’s that?” I bite my lip. “Sit on my fucking cock.”

“You have fucked-up fetishes,” he says against my mouth. “Don’t kink shame me, asshole. I apologized. You’re the one who went all-in with it. A big, bad killer, huh?” “Shut your pretty mouth,” he says before kissing me again. “Let’s not talk about what just happened. I made you come, so you can’t turn me in now.”

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.

“The bills, I mean. We spend our entire lives owing somebody something.”

“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 look down at the mask. It makes everything possible for me, and I can’t fuck her without it. When I wear it, I’m not the man with a dead wife and child. I’m the killer who took down an evil, greedy, abusive woman. Those lifetimes didn’t exist together, so it’s a way to separate myself. It’s a way to remain faithful to my dead wife.