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Counselor Hazel, Adam is trying to drown Petra in the lake for fun! Counselor Hazel, Kira glued herself to the craft bench and now she can’t get to the bathroom…
more solidification to not have kids
Maybe If I don’t move, they’ll think I’m dead and will just keep going. Other counselors are like bears, right? They don’t see you if you don’t move?
“Maybe I was just jealous that someone else was touching the gorgeous girl I’d been coming out here to watch all summer.”
“Unlike some people, I’m not stupid enough to show my face so soon.”
Not the dig at virgil
“I could. You’re making it rather easy for me…but I’m not into killing like that. I want to see you gasping for breath, but not because I’m about to kill you.” There’s definitely no other reason to be gasping for breath, but I don’t say that.
I’m not sure if it is or not. He killed Brett. And he hasn’t killed me.
“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.”
Am I really going to let him do this? Am I going to let myself get fucked by a serial killer in the woods? This is fucking insane. I’m insane at this point.
Same
God, is he always amused about something? It seems unreal that he can be, but he’s always fucking smiling or grinning or looks like he’s ready to laugh. Like he’s crazy.
“Because they aren’t you.” “But I’m nothing—” “You’re mine, aren’t you? That means you’re not ‘nothing.’”
“Don’t get up,” he suggests sweetly, tugging off my shorts and tossing them somewhere. “We’re having a conversation, Hazel. Why would you get up and walk away?”
“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.”
so romantic
which would require me to wake up a whole five minutes early. There’s no way I want to suffer such a fate,
“I never forget to eat, Wren. Because I’m not a child.”
is it forgetting or just simply deciding to have air for dinner....
“So close to escaping me, little bunny. So fucking close, weren’t you?” I have a feeling I wasn’t that close at all.
“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 okay. I believe in you, even if you don’t. And I’m such a supportive boyfriend that I won’t stop until I’ve shown you that I’m right.”
“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.”
“Because, Hazel. Now I have you. And you’re so much more interesting than taking people apart could ever be.”
