No, You Hang Up

by A.J. Merlin

“I think you want attention,” the man goes on, like I hadn’t been trying to dismiss this or explain my actions away. “Is that it, little rabbit? You’re looking for the kind of attention your friends won’t give you?”

I’m not afraid of the dark. Not really. But I think every human has some fear of the shadows, deep down. After all, aren’t we all afraid of the things we can’t see?

“How is my karma this bad, huh?” I’m still talking to myself. “Fucked over as a kid, and now the state’s

most prepared serial killer is in my house. Damn it!”

“Have you looked at yourself, Kai?” His grin is almost rueful. “You’re just so murder-able. And, let’s not forget, so fuckable.”

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.”

“My fucked up little bunny. You’re so perfect, aren’t you?”

“So good for me, you know that? Fuck, maybe God finally loves me for something, or I’ve pleased the devil enough for him to have sent you to me. You were made for me, weren’t you? Made to be fucked like I own you.”

“I’m going to make you regret being so fucking addicting.”