Morally Grey

by Lauren Biel

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

My mouth drops open as I see her coffee table. It’s covered in . . . me. More printouts of me and screen grabs from the TV. And instant photos. So many instant photos. She’s unhinged.

“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.”

The next time he wants to intimidate me, he’ll think twice. The leg shackles aren’t the only device rigged with a pretty hardcore electric shock.

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

🤣😂

We stare at each other, our chests heaving up and down as we share a cathartic moment in the woods. Just two murderers, airing out their grievances. Completely normal.

“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.”