Slaughter

by Shantel Tessier

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

Preston takes a step back from me and turns to face him. “Go to the cellar. Plenty of women are down there to play with.” Mr. Decker’s eyes meet mine, and he adds, “She doesn’t belong to you.”

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.