In The Dark

by Chelsea Curto

When is the right time to tell someone your bedroom preferences? After the third date? The fifth? A year down the road when you say, ‘hey, honey? Could you tie me up and gag me while you fuck me? And after, could you chase me? Don’t forget to start the dishwasher.’

“I’m not hiding in the shadows. I’m using my resources. Taking her on a long, romantic walk, except she doesn’t know I’m there.”

“When we hear back from Brennan, we’ll put the plan into motion.” “And by motion you mean⁠—” “Look into cameras I can install in her bedroom so I can make sure she’s sleeping well? Maybe.” “Fuck.” Leo sighs and shakes his head.

hope when they make the Netflix show about you, they pick someone really fucking handsome to play me.

I’m going to track you down, Maxine. And when I do, I’m going to make you mine.

“I have a habit of getting attached to things. If you keep talking to me like that, I might fall in love with you.”

“When I play with things I like, I make sure to have my way with them.” “Does that mean you like me?” “Oh, Maxine.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, mouth right at the pulse point on my neck. “That’s one way to put it.”

“My last name? My favorite food? My credit card number so you can buy yourself whatever you want? I can give you the world if you let me, Maxine.”

I’ve always liked being on my knees, but I just found my favorite alter. My new house of worship, and she’s never going to be able to get rid of me.

Soft skin on her stomach and the same strong legs I remember from the photos of her playing soccer.

Stalker vibes lol

“I can take it. And if not, death by your dick wouldn’t be the worst way to go.”

I’m not sure if he’s technically a stalker, because he’s only stalked me?” I add, because why leave anything out? “Semantics, I guess.”