The Embalmer

by Rayne Havok

don’t do well under pressure. That’s why I work with dead people. It has always promised little to no social interactions. But, I guess, if you start fucking them, bad things happen.

OOP

I get close to his face, looking right in his knowing eyes and whisper, “as you wish.”

OH SHIT

And now he’s all mine.

😳🫢

I’m so fucked up, he had me so twisted, so obsessed, that I couldn’t handle those words, I couldn’t fathom the possibility that he didn’t want me just as much.

Okkkkk miss gurl

All I can do is lie here and wait, but I can’t find a single regret here, as everything flashes by, I don’t wish it had gone differently.

Oh shit