Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

“Did he hurt you? Where did he touch you? Fuck! I should kill him. I can’t stand the fact that someone else touched you.”

I kiss his lips, tasting the blood of another man, a man that tried to defile me, and electricity runs through my veins.

This woman is demented.

I want him to impale me

“I love you.” Oh, fuck.

I want to admit my love for Beck. And there it is. I love him.

“Yes.” I grasp for words. “I never talk about him because I never really loved him. Even before I met you. I was just marrying him because he was rich, and I wanted to be taken care of. Now I know I don’t need all of that. I just need you.”

~~red flag~~

The brass key to the cage, the one that Beck locked me in the first night I was here, catches my eye from the kitchen counter. I’ll show him I’m not going. I dart for it, grab it off the counter, and rush toward the cage. I slam the door behind me, locking it with the key.

This b*tch is crazy!

I just sway my hips slightly and play with the hem of Beck’s shirt resting on my upper thighs.

Suddenly, I hear a screeching sound. I open my eyes to find Beck bending the bars back with his bare hands. I’m shocked and I stop touching myself so I don’t orgasm just from the sight of it. His green muscles pulse, and the veins bulge from his neck. God, he really wants to fuck me.

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

STOP IT. WHAT.

“I could have fucked an entire football team, and it wouldn’t even hold a candle to the fact that you are having sex with your sister!”

“It’s not just a swamp. It’s a swamp with you. How can I be happy with anything less?”

“Okay. Why don’t you take a shower? I’m making waffles.”