Slaughter

by Shantel Tessier

This bitch is my heaven and my hell. My angel and my demon. And here I am, staring down the very woman I gave everything to, only for her to take it and run, never looking back.

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.

my mother always told me tears will never change the outcome of any situation. People don’t care how you feel; they care about what you can do for them.

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

Dedication !

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.

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.