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by
C.M. Stunich
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August 14 - August 14, 2023
I have no idea who she is, and I’m not killing a girl I don’t even know.
“Not you, beautiful girl,” he says around the cigarette. “You owe me a dance.”
“Let’s go, baby girl,”
“Smells like violence and unfinished business out here,”
I’ve got murder in my heart and vengeance in my blood.
“I’ll feel a lot less guilty when I finally gut you.”
“Bernadette, I’m not speaking to you like a lover. I’m telling you as your boss to get your tight, little ass in this car and drive.”
“You’re just begging for another spanking, aren’t you?”
As Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
“You are all my childhood sweethearts,”
“My Havoc boys.”
“If you think being my girl gets you out of trouble for deliberately disobeying my orders then you’re wrong.”
“Let me get some real sleep and then you can piss all over me, mark your territory, assert your dominance, that sort of thing.”
Oscar, on the other hand, is glaring at me like he wishes he had his hands around my throat again.
“Seeing as you ruined the other with your disobedience.”
“Maybe I want to fuck you?”
“Does disobeying orders get you off?”
All five Havoc Boys are standing at the end of the bed, shirtless and wearing skeleton masks.
like he can’t help but be my boss and my husband at the same time.
“You wanted five men, and you’ve been given them.”
Fucked by my dark gods, claimed by their inked hands, my soul destroyed.
All of us together, blood in and blood out for Havoc.
“Don’t test me, princess,”
Our girl.
If you agree to hate yourself because the world tells you to do so, then it’s already won. Don’t let them do that to you, make you despise yourself even as they lust and drool after everything it is that you already have.
“You’re mine, Bernadette,”
Competition? She has no competition because she isn’t in the running.
“If I see you touch my man again, I will kill you.”
She both challenges and enthralls me.
When you accept a person for who they are, you don’t choose bits and pieces. You accept every part of them, right down to the rotten bits. Because everybody wants somebody to love their rottenness.
