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“Nothing is pulling me out. I’m leaving because I want to. I don’t want to stay with you. End of story.”
Pain.
By the time I was done with him, there was nothing left of his head but a pile of blood and viscera. Cracked skull and brain. All unidentifiable. Dead dead dead.
Beating two men to death takes so much strength and endurance. Just how big is this guy???
Why does hooking up with him feel like sneaking around with a married man??
I got one or two theories…. Both include Ivory
I’m attracted to Joy. I think she’d be a lot of fun to hook up with, in a very different way than with Velle. But I also think he’s the link between us. And as fucked up and rude as it may sound, it’s similar to the thing with the fleshlight. I want to feel close to him. To have what he’s had.
That is fucked up 🙃
“Are we freaks?” I ask through an unrelenting grin. She lets a small giggle slip. “Oh, most definitely. I just fucked you in the ass with a bottle of conditioner.”
I fucking KNEW thats what it was!
Dr. Love.
I’m shipping him and Darcy. Idc, I said what I said.
“You doing okay?” I lift my brow. It takes him a moment, but his eyes fall to mine and he nods. “I don’t remember what okay feels like to be honest with you…”
Felt.
“But if Velle comes… I need you here, too,” he mumbles. “You’re the only one who knows how to keep him.”
Damn, that hit me right in the feels
I’m a fucking menace with a weapon,
There should be a period after “menace”
pushing all the feelings away. Stuffing them as far down as I can, practically choking on them shits.
“You’re like a rollercoaster, baby. Scary as fuck, but just the best shot of adrenaline.”
I try to push it away like one of those terrifying things that make you too happy, so there must be a catch.
Come on pessimist core
“You’re really gonna die on the baby hill, huh?”
As he fucking should!
I can feel how much he wants to get at me.
Is this the same definition of “get at” that Black ppl use? Because baby, I think he’s already been doing that….
“Mine.” Rook stills for a moment, lips hovering while we both breathe. I gaze up at him and catch some uncertainty on his face.
Ahhhh cause he hooked up with Joy behind your backkkkk
I like being a tattoo virgin. It makes me special. Ha freaking ha.
You sound lame lol
“Don’t underestimate someone with nothing to lose.”
“Yum,” I breathe, gazing at his dick like it’s a delicious snack.
“Good looks,” Velle breathes
Come on NYC!
I didn’t go into any of this wanting a relationship… But it seems like the more they fight it, the more it makes me want to hold them down and force happiness on them.
Lmao
Every dollop of dumb bullshit I’ve been presented with lately, I’m expected to just take it, dry and deep. No lube, no goddamn neck kisses to at least make me feel like a human being.
Raw dogging life fucking SUCKS man
I’m getting raw-dogged
Lmao, not me saying it before him😭
He’s a goddamn nuisance.
It’s so fun to be one though 🤭
That little fuck. That worthless, preppy fucking lunatic. Jesus Christ.
I’m sorry but I have to laugh at that description 💀
I haul him to his feet and throw a right hook to his face. I think I’ve blacked out. I don’t even know what’s going on around me or what I’m doing. All I know is that this fucking asshole is going to get me killed.
My ass is on the line for this, quite literally,
See now imma NEED you to explain that one
This is when it comes. This is why… “You know what to do,” he mutters in a barely-there voice. Without any further prompt, like a reflex, I kick off my boots, leaving them by the door. Then I make quick work of the buttons on my uniform shirt, removing it and leaving it folded on the floor. I do the same with my undershirt.
Now what kind of fucked up workplace sexual harassment suit waiting to happen bullshit is THIS????
“On your knees.” I fall to my knees immediately. My head remains tilted, eyes cast down at the floor, hands resting with my palms on my thighs. “Crawl,” he orders.
Oh. My. God.
I keep my gaze on his expensive shoes, feeling him moving before me. But I don’t dare look up unless he says. Which he does. “Look at me.” He takes my chin in his fingers, tipping my face. Our eyes lock, and I see his evil…
What do you have to do to a person to “train” them like this? It’s actually SO alarming
He fastens the leather leash to my collar, wrapping it around his fist and tugging until I stumble into his legs.
Like a damn dog
I don’t feel like myself right now. I’m not even human. When I’m kneeling at his feet, accepting my fate like this, it’s as if I’m outside of my body, watching from somewhere else. I’m not present in this room.
It’s called dissociation babe, and it’s your brains way of protecting you from severe trauma. So needless to say, what’s happening to you is FUCKED
I get low onto the floor and I lick his shoes.
Ew
forcing myself to take the degradation is something I’ve gotten good at over the years. I don’t even notice it anymore. Must be how he’s trained me.
Yikesssss. You don’t deserve this babe
This is a punishment, in every single sense of the word. I lose count after twenty. My ass is so numb and raw I can’t even feel it.
Well I guess that answers my question from earlier….
He gets right down to business. “Kieran O’Malley is dead and Dascha Reznikov escaped.” I think I just blacked out for a second.
I would too
He lets out a roar and grabs the shovel off the ground. “I hate this fucking asshole!” He raises it and brings it down on the body on the ground, bashing it with the spade of the shovel. He does it again, and again and again… Whacking the dead form over and over
Now that’s called losing it.
“Turn around, baby,” Rook rumbles. Velle hesitates,
And we know why…
Velle parts his lips as Rook lets go, and the cherry falls directly into Velle’s mouth. He bursts into a laugh while chewing. I cover my mouth with my hands, straight up dying. “That was ridiculous,” Rook groans,
It was indeed. But I still laughed
“He’s an asshole,” Ren intervenes. “Regardless of how you feel about him, Harley, you have to admit… He’s the Warden’s puppy. A rabid one, at that.”
I mean… they aren’t wrong…
“Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?” She stares at me while I shake my head. “Me neither. And that means it’s impossible for us to understand.”
That’s so real
before she could lunge for her phone on the nightstand, I cocked my gun, aiming it right at her head. “Mrs. Samuels…” I admonished her with a tsk, shaking my head. “Don’t even think about it.”
Oh he’s hot… in a crazy unhinged sort of way….
All you had to do was ask for a divorce. Instead, you spread your legs for this limp-dicked asshole for months.
Am I crazy or is he actually not wrong at all?😭
“I should kill you right now. And not because I give a fuck about this woman.” I nodded to Paula. “She pissed all that away when she opened her mediocre pussy to some asshole with a Thug Life tattoo on his chest.
Oh you BIG mad huh?
I was sick and tired of meeting the evil of the world and watching it slip through the cracks. I was even more tired of seeing decent people get fucked, and not in a fun way, by the legal system.
Same bro. But, don’t…. Kill this man, please.
my eyes unable to leave my wife, now cuffed to our bed and missing a chunk of her skull. “I’m sorry…” Blanco murmured, “That was really distracting. As I was saying,
HELLO????
polyamorous tricycle,
You mean a throuple?
“Don’t you ever get tired of being his lapdog?” He croaks, my hand cutting off his oxygen enough to turn his voice hoarse. “Knowing he doesn’t give a flying fuck about you when he’s your whole world?”
Yeah Ren ate you up with that one
Oh, fuck me. This is horrible. But hold that thought. Because it gets worse.
*blows air out of mouth despondently*
Kneeling at his feet like his property with Rook and Joy here,
I would Pass. Out.
“You’re right, Officer Samuels,” the Warden hums. “He is a human being. So I suppose we should let him choose what he wants to do. He can decide if he’d like to leave, after all…”
I just know he’s about to break my heart
