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“I guess I was such a good kisser that you can’t forget my name.”
"Damn, Jess. You ran with the wrong crowd in high school, you know that? You would’ve fit right in with the freaks.”
just as I realized I was shut in a room with three fucking clowns.
You’re ruining this with the reminder they’re painted as clowns. 😒
Vincent likes restraints.
"You're so fucking evil, Manson,” I said softly. Then, softer still, “I like that." He grinned proudly. “You wanted a dance with the devil, Jess. Well, now you have four.” He kissed my forehead and said, “If there’s a doubt in your mind, if it’s too much, they all know your safe word. I wouldn’t let a soul touch you that wouldn’t respect it if you want the game to stop. Got it?”
“What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.” Manson’s voice rumbled eagerly from behind me, deepening with excitement, “And if you want to fuck one of us, you fuck all of us.”
“I have a theory that the more she screams and struggles, the wetter she’ll get.”
Waterfalls
The added fear that too much movement could cause the blade to cut into me only made it hotter.
How could a man be so carefully cruel, and so brutally gentle? "Then we can do it again?" "Absolutely."
