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If you’re looking for a quick and spooky read about our heroine getting dicked down by a pumpkin-headed monster in a pumpkin patch, then read on…
I was the only sober one. I was the only one who wasn’t having any fun.
The only thing my mother could brew was moonshine.
the lead douche in what I’d coined “The Hallow Hill Hicks,”
all because he seemed to have an allergic reaction to the word no.
“I hope your tiny dick gets caught in your overall zipper, you back-hills hick.”
I’d savor every drop as I devoured her.
She smelled of dark and dormant magic. Of flame and misfortune. Of unholy miracles
To feel the throb of her heartbeat, stroking me from the inside
“Who did this to you? Who touched what’s mine?”
this was real, that Jack Calloway was possessing the Jack-o'-lantern and that I really was the reincarnated soul of my ancestor…And
We were all twisted, sexually liberated masochists who were long overdue for a little justice. So
“Tell me who hurt you, little one. I’ll spill their blood and send their soul to Satan in your honor.
If they gave two gummy rat shits about me, they would never have left me in the first place.
“Look how my witch’s hunger grows. The question is, what does she crave more? Vengeance or my cock?”
I had generations of bitterness clogging my veins, causing my heart to run black.
This reminded me of a tentacle porno I’d seen once.
I was a virgin, but I wasn’t a saint.
I mean, I was an eighteen-year-old with an internet connection.
I’d graduated from girls’ first vibrator to hardcore monster peen.
My inhibitions must have burned in the fire like my clothes.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Jack commanded,
“Are you going to be a good little witch and scream for me?”
I screamed with my release, the sound turning to whimpers as he praised me with a soft, “Good girl.”
My witch tasted like dark magic and sin.
“You burn so brightly for me, my heart’s flame.”
“Tell me exactly what you want, witch, and I just might indulge you.”
They’d always said I worshipped the devil. But no. It was her I worshipped.
couldn’t put words to how damn good she tasted. Like Heaven. Like Hell. Like eternal damnation and salvation at the same time.
So crawl away as fast as you can through my pumpkin patch, little field mouse. I’ll still catch you.”
when I do, I’m going to break you open and claim your soul…and whatever else spills out.”
I couldn’t just pretend I hadn’t fallen for the monster in my favorite bedtime story.
wanted him to be so damn ravenous by the time he caught me that he’d make good on all his dark promises.
I had no idea what kind of cock a creature like him possessed.
Like a moth to a flame, flocking to your own destruction.”
“If I take you now, I’ll break you in half.”
I’d never felt so wickedly beautiful.
“There’s no God here, witch. He forsook both of us long ago. If you wish to scream a name other than mine, cry out to the devil.
I was done being anything but proud of the witchy, kinky, Hell-bound freak that I was.
Crusted in the blood of my bully, I felt like some dark goddess of the woods.
