Slaughter

by Shantel Tessier

I put four-inch nails through both his hands, securing him to the chair the moment he arrived.

If anyone is going to have her, it’s going to be me.

I’m coming for you, Bunny. And you have no fucking idea how much your life is about to change. For the worse.

Now I just want to wrap it around my fists and force her to her knees.

I want her to beg me. I want her to bleed for me. I want her to love me.

don’t dish out what you don’t want served back to you. Just because you have a pussy doesn’t give you a pass to put your hands on a man. He’ll retaliate, and it’ll be twice as hard.

Next time I take her, she will be sober, I’ll be rough, and she’ll be on her knees begging me.

I’m going to fuck her until she’s a crawling, sobbing mess.

My eyes fall to the mark on her neck from my hand, and I growl. I want to mark all of her body. Mine.

I want cooperation. I want submission. I want total dominance over her.

Sometimes, too much happens, and you can’t get back what was broken.

I will burn every person until I get to one who tells me where the fuck she is. The devil himself would be impressed with my determination.

“I’m going to slaughter them, Bunny. For you. I’m going to put you on a fucking throne and lay them at your feet for what they did to you.”

She’s been my anger. She’s been my love. She had been my happiness. And now she’s going to be my damnation. Because I’m going to burn this world down for her.

I’d bleed for this man. All he’d have to do is ask. Because I know without a shadow of doubt that he would do the same for me.