Slaughter

by Shantel Tessier

I’ve become one of those men I swore never to be. All because of her. I want her to beg me. I want her to bleed for me. I want her to love me. But I’m not stupid.

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.

He takes a step toward me and flicks one of my pigtails. “Your hair reminds me of the bunny’s floppy ears.” He laughs. “I’m going to call you Bunny.”

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.

“You tell me you hate me, yet you’re always wet for me, Bunny.”

“You were not meant for Avery, Presleigh. The sooner you realize that, the easier it will be on you.”

fucking hate this woman with every part of me, but I hate the old her. The one who left me behind and never looked back. This Bunny makes me love her like this. A weeping mess. A soaked slut who needs my cock.

His eyes finally meet mine. “You’ve always been mine, Bunny.”

My chest tightens that I hurt her. That I had to hit her as though she didn’t mean a fucking thing to me when she still means everything. Even after all this time, I can’t hate this woman, no matter what she put me through.

“You make me feel something. It may be pain, but it feels like love. It feels like life. I don’t feel dead. And I welcome that.”

That felt like love? I used to show her love every fucking day of my life. How can she compare what we used to have to how I treat her now?

She makes me feel again. Makes me fucking love her again. You never stopped loving her.

No matter what she did to me in the past, she’s everything to me. My rage. My love. And my sanity.

“And you didn’t tell me eleven years ago that my father killed my child while he raped and beat the love of my life.”

“Because I put you there. I’m sorry, Bunny.” He falls to the shower floor and pulls me into his chest. “I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you. The lies.” I sob. “Never again,” he whispers, holding me tightly.

“I love you, Bunny. I always have and always will. I can’t see you in pain anymore.” He leans in, gently kissing my forehead, and turns to walk out.

It’s why I sleep around—to prove to myself that he didn’t win. No matter how much numbness I still felt.

“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.”

The look in his red eyes is answer enough, but he speaks anyway. “I promise.”

He made a promise😭

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. She deserves that much. And more.

But this? Now I get my revenge that I’ve dreamed of for years. All because a man with a sick mind loves me. If I had to choose, I’d choose madness over boring any day.

But the most beautiful things are never just handed over to you wrapped up in a bow. It takes tears and sweat to get what you want. Even blood. And 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.

If he had taken care of Bunny, I would have spared his life, but no one seemed to have done that. That’s why I got a list, and I’m going name by name until they’re all dead.

“To bed. And don’t bother coming after you finish torturing some sorry bastard,” she snaps. “You can sleep in your dungeon.” She opens the door and then slams it shut.