No, You Hang Up

by A.J. Merlin

“No one is going to call the cops for you if you scream. Do you know why?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Because you’ll only get one chance. You’ll scream once, if that, then this night will become a lot less fun for you. I’ll carve out your pretty tongue.” “I can still scream without a tongue.” “Then I’ll slit your vocal chords and fuck your mouth while you bleed out in the grass.”

“Pretty, pretty girl,” Huxley praises, shoving me down with his hand splayed on my chest. “I could mark you up, you know. Make you remember me for the rest of your life.”

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