Slaughter

by Shantel Tessier

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

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

My mother used to tell 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.

No amount of alcohol or drugs could erase my mind. Memories. They’re a sickness with no cure. And I’ve been slowly dying ever since I lost him.