Exterminatrix

by Brynne Weaver

I’ve chosen my mate. Layla the Exterminator is my female. I would lay down my life for hers. I would follow her to the ends of the Earth. She is my queen, my master, and I will worship her, unworthy of her care and attention but grateful for it all the same. And if she doesn’t want me? Then I’ll keep my distance, just enough to remain unseen while close enough that I can make sure she has what she needs. Always.

Gods of the realms. If this woman is the one to kill me, it will be the best death I could ever hope for.

“Are you…kidnapping me?” “Damn straight I am,” I say as I stomp to the driver’s side of the van. “And you’re going to play all Stockholm Syndrome and we’re going to have super hot, Shirley Temple-flavored kidnap sex games, so get in the fucking van.”