Demon's Dream

by Elle Kayson

went back to her suitcase. I looked at the screen. This spawn of Satan had sent me a text. I opened it to read, Bye, gay ass

“I suggest you chill with that attitude shit you got going before I take you home and fuck it up out of you. So, unless you want that little pussy aching and the imprint of the headboard on yo’ forehead, fix yo’ pretty face,” I whispered, before pulling back to grill her.

“Hell yeah. You beautiful and fine as fuck with them titties and ass. So fine that if you don’t start walking to this damn place right now, ain’t gon’ be no paint and sip tonight. It’s just gon’ be suck and fuck.”