Status Updates From Twisted in Obsession (Destr...

“So, you beat his ass?” I ask, leaning back into the seat.
“More than⁠
—”
“Arrow, I don’t think Journey needs to hear about your extracurricular activities with sharp objects,” Jericho reprimands, undoing the first three buttons of his white undershirt.

“Now, let's choppity chop off some fingers.” Arrow’s gleeful laugh echoes through the private lane as I take one last look around the property.

My eyes widen when Jericho smashes the heel of his foot into Leighton’s nose, flattening him again. Danger wafts off him like he’s two seconds away from tearing Leighton to pieces. Not that I’d mind. In fact, I’d love it. Get him, Jer man!

"All right, Kitten. Spread your legs. I'm a starving man. Slather me in your juices," Arrow says, tossing me onto the made king-sized bed with an umph.
"That's the least sexy thing anyone has ever said," I grunt, landing on my back on the soft bed. I sigh, darting my eyes to Arrow, who rubs his chin.
"Let me eat your pussy and make you come?"
"Warmer," I giggle, placing my hands behind my back.

Holy hell. Forearm porn. Whoever said the best part of a guy is their eyes, has never seen forearms protruding with veins. It’s a beautiful sight.

Bye, bye rapey asshole. When you wake up, we'll have some fun.

The little gift in my pocket is the necessary
syringe I carry everywhere—the night-night juice. Jericho just doesn't understand why I need it. Well, this is prime example number one. You never know when someone needs to go to sleep in a matter of seconds. Chloroform can't even do that.

Tears roll down his face, drenching my fingers. Gross. There's nothing worse than tears. Not even blood. God, I love blood. Especially this man's. I can't wait to paint the world with his red life source.

“Oh, panties.” My eyes snag on a bright pink pair just begging for me to take. I swipe them off the ground, holding them up to inspect them. One little sniff won’t hurt, right? Her scent fills my nose, and my dick instantly bounces in my jeans. Down boy, we’ll play with this dirty pair later.
Yeah, I’ll save that for later. And I shove them into my pocket.

"Um, who doesn't carry around a plunger full of knock-out meds?" Arrow looks between us like we're the crazy ones for not having it in our pockets. "It comes in handy." He waves his hand down at the naked girl passed out in his arms.

I slump into the bed with them surrounding me. Despite being blindfolded, I’m relying on them to continue to keep me safe. Hopefully, Mr. Toe Cutter doesn’t get any bright ideas and wants a souvenir before he
leaves.
I like my toes, thank you very much.

Great. So, the toe cutter knows my actual name. I’m definitely going to have to move somewhere else and change everything about my personal information. Time to invest in that false identity I’ve always wanted for myself. No more Journey West here.

“Going to come with your delicious blood on my dick, and I’m never going to wash it again.”
Gross. Absolutely disgusting. He better wash himself after this, or he’ll die of an infection. Fuck. Why am I thinking about that when he’s essentially fucking my name from my memory. Who am I? No clue. Just some hopeless hussy getting her brains knocked from her head by a man obsessed with blood and cutting toes.

Well, okay then. So, not like the boys in romance books. Unless they’re a little unhinged and threatening to stalk you everywhere. Or threaten to chop off toes for you. That’s where I categorize Brown Eyes and Light Gray
—slightly obsessed with the need to follow me everywhere. Is their silent friend this way, too? I can only hope he’s just a tad bit more normal.

“Keep thinking this is just a one-time thing. I'll track you to the ends of the universe before I truly let you go.”
Well, okay then. So, not like the boys in romance books. Unless they’re a little unhinged and threatening to stalk you everywhere. Or threaten to chop off toes for you.

Toes for presents? Holy shit. I got into bed with someone who likes to cut off body parts. Go figure, that’s how my first time turns out. Memorable? Absolutely. Frightening? Just a little. So, I push his odd comment to the back of my mind, silently hoping I’m not a victim in his crusade against toes, and I breathe.

“And any man who lays his eyes on you will know you belong to someone else,” Light Gray quips in a playful tone. “Then, I can cut off their toes as presents.”
Toes for presents? Holy shit. I got into bed with someone who likes to cut off body parts.