Make Me Sin (Bad Habit, #2)

by J.T. Geissinger

If he thinks this is hysterical, he ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

It’s eight o’clock on a Sunday evening in January, and I am finally at my wit’s end.

He used to say that the most beautiful creatures are always the most dangerous.”

“Incapacitated? No. He was still able to form a sentence. He told me to go fuck myself. After that, he was incapacitated.”

But slowly, over the next few weeks, my strength returns. With it comes a terrible, burning rage.