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.

Now I get to remind her that the past always catches up with you. And she’s not going to like it.

This bitch is my heaven and my hell. My angel and my demon.

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

I prefer the part where he has me cuffed and coming rather than the intimate looks and caring words.

“You’ve always been mine, Bunny.”

I never make promises. They are too easily broken.

And I’d bleed for this man. All he’d have to do is ask.