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56 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 2, 2014








“I did it for Livie. I did it for all the Livies. All the Rockys. All the Links.”
“I know this man is twisted and damaged, and probably the worst thing in the world for me. But aren’t we all twisted in some way?”
“I’ll devour you,” he murmurs. “Every sweet inch. Just ask.”




...stare down at my hands, lying flat on the table. I turn them over, my eyes trailing each crease. I flip them back and forth. Searching. They're just hands. Callused. Bruised. Knuckles large. Nails short.
They're just hands.
Solid. Steady.
Hands powerful enough to take a man's life. Capable.
His hand over her mouth.
I open the screen door.
His arm wrapped around her chest.
I pound my fist against the warped wood.
Pinning her to him.
I pull the knife out of my pocket.
Her eyes wide with fear.
I flip the blade.
Her cries. Her pleas. Her whimpers of pain.
My fingers flex around the handle.
For so long now, I've felt the same handful of emotions - fury, grief, loneliness, regret, wrath - and more recently, numbness. I can't identify what I'm experiencing now.
I'm still learning how to deal with who I am now after what happened to me. I do whatever works best at the moment. Whatever it takes to get by. That doesn't mean I'm often happy about my actions after. I live with so much regret it's overwhelming at times.
We barely know each other. But we know each other so well.








"Women often smell like food. Why is that?"
"Probably, because we want to be eaten"

"Fuck I want this. I want her hand wrapped around me. I want inside her mouth."






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