No, You Hang Up

by A.J. Merlin

“But I can promise you, darling girl, that you’re nobody’s final girl. There’s no cheering for you. And I won’t be the one lying on the floor with a knife in my chest when morning comes.”

“Go on and let go. Let me fuck your perfect pussy. Let me be the one to decide how you end this night. And don’t worry, Kai.” He lunges toward my face, licking a line from my jaw up to my cheek. “I’ll make it so good for you.”

Fuck, I really would beg him for anything and thank him for it after.

“Don’t kid yourself, Kai. You’re probably just as fucked up as me.”

I don’t need a serial killer after all, I remind myself. I have my friends, whatever is left of my sanity, and queso.

Fuck, he kisses like a virgin. That’s embarrassing for him.