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“Yes, you are, sweet little bunny. You’re doing so well for me. Such a good little girl for me.”
“Go on,” he urges again, hand slipping under my shirt. “You’re thinking too hard, little bunny. Keep telling me how you can’t let the big bad serial killer touch you like this, or keep you on his lap.”
“I’m not your boyfriend, either. And I’m not going to get on one knee and promise you I’d never even dream of killing my obsession’s friends. Keep asking, and this is going nowhere. Is that what you want?”
“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.”
“You take me so well, don’t you? I bet you were waiting for me, even though you say you weren’t.”
God, how fucked up am I that I wish this much for a serial killer to fuck me again?
“Because they aren’t you.” “But I’m nothing—” “You’re mine, aren’t you? That means you’re not ‘nothing.’”
“I’d rather fuck you. And choke you. And watch you gasp as you come when I finally let you breathe,”
“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.”
“Well, I tried to stay away,” he admits, with amusement on his face as he looks me over before stepping into the small apartment. “Promise, I did. But…” “But?” I ask, heart pounding in my throat. “But what?” “But then I thought… ‘what does my little bunny need today?’” “Waffles?” I assume, using context clues. “Me in her apartment, telling her I’ve decided to never let her out of my snare.”
“But Hazel,” he purrs against my ear. “If I get caught, who’s going to fuck you like this? Are you bored with me? Do you want more? I was going to take things slow… I thought maybe you needed to get used to me first before I take you all the ways I want to take you.”
“Don’t worry, Hazel. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life. I’m not going anywhere, not anymore. Not now that you’ve let me in.” “Yeah?” I ask drowsily, half-asleep again. “That a promise?” “An unbreakable one.”
“That’s like asking me if I’ll get bored of breathing. As long as I’m alive, I’ll always want you. Maybe I love you.” My heart flutters at the words. “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.”
“Or I can drag you out of the car and fuck you in the parking lot. It would be a shame if someone were to show up, though. Since there’s no way they wouldn’t see you.”
“Argue some more, and we’ll make it ten.” When I hold his eyes, his smile turns less friendly. “I’m already counting, little prey. Don’t you think you should, I don’t know… run?”
“Did you just want to show me how much you want me? Are you on your knees for me so I’ll breed you like a needy bitch?”
“Yes, it is. It’s all for me. You want me to fill you up, little bunny? Make sure no one else can ever come along and claim you for theirs? I’ll be so thorough that you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”
“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?”
“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.”
