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“Maybe I was just jealous that someone else was touching the gorgeous girl I’d been coming out here to watch all summer.”
And you look so good in the dirt, smeared with blood and so tired that you’re shaking.”
“Which part? That I’m going to kiss you? That a murderer with more victims than years you’ve been alive wants to ravage that pretty little mouth before he sets you free?
Or that I’ve been coming here every week for the entire summer, so I could imagine what I’d do to you if I had this exact opportunity?
I want to see you gasping for breath, but not because I’m about to kill you.”
“You trust a serial killer?”
“Yes, you are, sweet little bunny. You’re doing so well for me. Such a good little girl for me.”
“Beg me to take them off instead of cut them off of you. Beg me to give you something so you can keep your dignity when you stumble back to camp barely able to walk and trying to hide that you’re full of my cum.”
“Because I think I’d rather keep you to myself. Spread your fucking legs as much as you can. Let me see all of you. Every inch of you that belongs to me right now.
Am I really going to let him do this? Am I going to let myself get fucked by a serial killer in the woods?
“My perfect, gorgeous girlfriend who craves her big, bad serial killer to pin her down and hunt her just like she deserves.”
“Because they aren’t you.” “But I’m nothing—” “You’re mine, aren’t you? That means you’re not ‘nothing.’”
“I could’ve cut off his hands for touching you.”
“I’d rather fuck you. And choke you. And watch you gasp as you come when I finally let you breathe,”
“Yeah, and you fucking like it. You don’t need to lie to me. I love that you like it.
So good for me, so good that you take everything I want to give you.
I bet you’d love it if I marked up that soft skin of you...
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“If it hurt so bad, if you were so miserable, why the fuck are you dripping for me?”
“I want to hunt you,” he whispers in my ear, a hand encircling my throat.
“I want you to run as hard as you can until you collapse in the dirt again. Then I want to hunt you down and ruin you so completely that you’ll never be able to stand being without me.
I’ll find all the ways to make you mine that there could ever be, and invent a few of my own.”
“Oh, what a good fucking bunny you are. That’s it. Bite me. Bite my arms. Fight me, Hazel. Let me feel you fight me for it.”
“Arianna,”
My name in a bookk??! Beyond shook
“Me in her apartment, telling her I’ve decided to never let her out of my snare.”
“You’re all for me, and just mine. And I will never, ever let you go.”
“Maybe it’s obsession. Hell, I kind of think it’s both. I’m fucking obsessed with you, Hazel. I will always be obsessed with you.”
“I’m already counting, little prey. Don’t you think you should, I don’t know… run?”
“You take me like you were made for me,” he purrs in my ear. “So tight for me. You like being full of my cock? You like how it feels when I fuck you like this?”
Because not only has he earned himself death from me and my friends, he’s touched what’s mine. My little prey. My Hazel.
“That’s sixty seconds too long. I’ll make it up to you, though. I’ll cut off his fingers and make you a necklace. Then I’ll remove his palms and make you a plate. “That’s fucked up.” “Then I’ll just have to settle for ripping out his heart and putting it on your coffee table for your new centerpiece.”
Wren is a monster, but more importantly, he’s mine. My serial killer, my monster.
“Because, Hazel. Now I have you. And you’re so much more interesting than taking people apart could ever be.”
“Maybe not like other people. Maybe it’s not normal love at all, but Hazel?” He meets my eyes, still smiling. “I fucking love you to death.”
