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That thought spurs those images from the nightmares. I spin around so fast, my right foot slips, and I shriek as I tumble back. Back… Toward the deadly cliff.
Oknwell!!
A strong hand wraps around my wrist and tugs with a force that steals the breath from my lungs. My hair flies behind me in a symphony of chaos, but my vision still zeroes in on the person holding me effortlessly with one hand. He doesn’t pull me from the edge, though, and instead, keeps me at a dangerous angle that could get me killed in a fraction of a second.
Who ARE you
His arm muscles bulge from the material with no hint of goosebumps or discomfort, as if he were born with cold blood. The hand he’s currently holding my wrist hostage with—and effectively stopping my fall to death—is taut, but there’s no sign of exertion whatsoever.
Oh he strong
His full, symmetrical lips are set in a line as an unlit cigarette hangs from between them.
Augustus Waters???
“Stunning.”
Thanks
“Not you. The photograph.”
Ok rude
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He still speaks with utter ease, as if he’s discussing breakfast options with friends. “I’m finishing the job you started, so when you fall to your death, I can commemorate the moment. I have a feeling you’ll be a good addition to my collection, but if you’re not…” He shrugs. “I’ll just burn it.” My mouth hangs open as an influx of thoughts invade my mind. Did he just say he’ll add a picture of me falling to my death to his collection? I have too many questions, but the most important of all is, what type of collection does this lunatic keep?
Girl...
Still grabbing my wrist with a nonchalant hand, he retrieves a lighter with his free one and lights the cigarette. The tip burns like rich orange dusk and he takes his time before he throws the lighter back into his pocket and blows out a cloud of smoke in my face.
No longer a metaphor
“A masterpiece, not a picture. And you don’t really have a choice. If I decide you’ll die…” His upper body leans forward and he loosens his fingers from around my wrist, his voice lowering to a frightening whisper. “You’ll die.”
Shes in therapy already
My gaze strays to the half-smoked cigarette and just when I’m thinking about prolonging time, he inhales what remains in a few seconds and throws the butt away. “Your time is up. Goodbye.” He starts to release himself from my hold, but I dig my nails in farther. “Wait!”
My dude
And while that’s odd, it’s downright terrifying, too. Because I know, I just know that this American stranger would be able to do it in a blink and not think about the consequences.
Correct. Odd and terrifying
“Can I get up first?” “No. What I want happens in this position.” “And what do you want?” “Your lips around my cock.”
This is chapter two and a wendys
And yet, a flash of warmth spreads through me. I can even the heat between my thighs and I hate this feeling.
All girls horny
“You can get on all fours so I can stick my cock in one of your remaining holes. Probably both and in no particular order.”
Oh. Ok.
“Please use your lips or please use your cunt and ass?” He pauses, then pushes me backward until my upper half is tilted in the cliff’s direction. “Or please turn you into a masterpiece?”
Jesus...
“I can always use your ass and cunt. In that order. So unless you’re willing to soak my dick with your blood and lick it clean, I suggest you open your mouth.”
We dont even know you
Despite the fear that paralyzes my limbs, my gaze clashes with his and I hate the look in them. The way he seems to think a part of me is enjoying this. So I bite down on his dick. Hard. With everything in me. I bite with enough force that I think I’ll cut his penis off and swallow the tip. The only reaction that comes out of the stranger is a grunt and… He’s getting harder. I can feel him growing in my mouth worse than earlier. But I don’t get to continue biting.
Welp
The stars I drew when I was around three appear grotesque and absolutely appalling compared to the ones my brothers painted. I don’t want to look at them or be hit with that inferiority complex.
Girl you were three
Maybe you should’ve died with Devlin, huh? After all, that was the plan, wasn’t it?
Uh ok???
Small tidbit about Remi, he always talks about himself in third person and says things like, ‘my lordship did this’ and ‘my lordship did that.’
Im gonna hate him
“Never say never, baby.” “I’m not your baby.” “You’re whatever the fuck I call you, baby.” He tugs on my lip again before he releases my mouth.
Hes kinda the worst
Oh, and remember my brother, Lan? He’s the current leader of the Elites.
Noice
Because, of course, Jeremy is the leader of the Heathens. Rumor has it that the initiation process into the club starts by spilling blood.
Noted
If you think my brother is bad, Killian might be worse. He’s always been popular, worshiped and fawned upon as if he were God on earth, but there’s something off about him, you know.
Oh good
KILLIAN
Oh hi
Deep inside me lurks a serial killer with fucked-up fetishes and constant demands to satiate its desires.
Well thats...reassuring
He’s definitely the child they bargained for when they lit up incense during their procreation sessions.
Lolol
Once upon a time, I was plagued by the urge to see underneath animals’ skin. Humans, too, but I only had access to animals. I contemplated scissoring up our fat cat, Snow, but Mom was crying when he got sick, so I left him alone.
PPARDON
“Is it because I spilled blood all over the house? Don’t worry, Mom. The maid will clean it,” is what child me said ever so naturally as she cried in Dad’s embrace.
Wow hes a literal serial killer
They slapped labels on me—severe form of antisocial personality disorder, ‘differences’ in the amygdala and other neurological areas, forms of narcissism, Machiavellianism, and fuck knows what—then sent me home with treatment methods.
I mean... Yeah
“Tell you what, big bro. How about I keep the vandalizing suggestion to myself for the time being? Now that I think about it, there are more critical parts than mere headlights that can be tampered with.” He finally glares at me, his lips pursing, and I grin, slapping him on the shoulder. “Just kidding.” Then I whisper, “Or not. Don’t provoke me again.”
So glad they love each other
I throw the ghost girl away, stub my cigarette on her Gucci bag, and stand.
Well thats rude
My first picture of those mice was taken with a Polaroid camera. I had to commemorate the moment of seeing into a living being’s insides.
Right... Logical...
They don’t even know I’ve chosen medicine just so I can continue my fixation with seeing inside a living being without killing them.
Again logical... Jesus
It started with an investigation into Devlin’s death, but maybe that’s not as important as I initially thought.
Whyyy
“Because we stan violence, duh.”
Me
And surprise, most of the fighting happens between our university and The King’s U.
Shocking lol
“Go, Creigh!” I shout at the top of my lungs with Ava. I could’ve sworn that my voice is unable to be heard in the middle of all the surrounding noise, but Killian’s head cocks in my direction for the first time since he left my side.
Glyndar
Gareth watches with a furrowed brow and his hands in his pockets. Instead of looking worried, he appears more suspicious. He’s probably thinking it’s weird that his brother is losing.
Yup
Creigh is fine, so that bastard has nothing to threaten me with.
Did you forget the deal?
“You could be bleeding out and I wouldn’t even notice. In fact, I’d use the blood to mix colors on my palette.”
Love that
Back at RES, he beat up a bunch of entitled kids who called Bran a fag. He came home bloodied, but those kids had to be admitted to the A&E. He also slashed the tires of a teacher who called my painting mediocre and told her she had no business judging me when she was a tasteless, talentless piece of rubbish herself.
Damn
“Are you hiding it from her?” Bran sounds a bit distant, a bit hard, not like the Bran I know. “Yeah, rest assured, she won’t find that filth.”
Parrdon
Real or not, I shouldn’t be aroused at the prospect of being raped. Just what the hell is wrong with me?
Probably not
Congratulations! You are invited to the Heathens’ initiation ceremony. Please show the attached QR code upon arrival to the club’s compound at four p.m. sharp.
HELLO i thought she was supposed to stay inside
Okay, maybe a little when I heard him tell his assistant teacher, “I can’t believe Glyndon is the Astrid C. King’s daughter and Landon and Brandon King’s sister. Her technique is juvenile at best and so chaotic that it’s embarrassing to compare her to them.”
WOw fuck him
She’s better. She doesn’t struggle with low self-esteem or other darker thoughts.
she might
I put my mind to it, nothing will stop me.” He looks up, face softening further, and soon after, Grandma appears in the frame. She stands beside his chair, wraps her hands around his face, and kisses his lips before pulling away.
Omg i love them
