dollhouse ☾ muke

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" I sat on the couch, just a plain usual coach. Nothing completely expensive.

Then his cocky ass comes in.

His gorgeous black hair and his cute little smile. Ugh. But whatever.

He comes and jumps at me from behind. Scaring the living hell out of me. I heard a faint whisper, his voice. I couldn't tell the difference.

"I want you to fuck me and choke me. Let that beautiful red liquid flow from me."

It sounds gross, but I don't know. I thought he was the demon. It all made perfect sense.

So I turn around, jump over the couch and put my right hand against his throat, pushing him hard against the wall.

He was always kinky and horny, so he gets turned on.

We had a rough make out session into the kitchen. I pulled out a knife and laid it on the counter without him knowing.

I threw him on the table and he unzipped, as I did the same.

I quickly slid in and started, he was having to much fun to even notice, so I grabbed the knife.

I gave him one last kiss and said "goodbye demons."

He furrowed his eyebrows smiled and I stabbed him.

I finished me off and took a shower, when I came back downstairs it happened again.

"Good job babe, that was lovely." He was standing in the corner, not calum, but the demon. A black puff of smoke that could suffocate you with words and lies.

It hit me what happened. I ran to the dead boy on the counter and cried, cried to the police showed up and brought me here." Michael finishes, taking a breath.

"That's traumatising." Luke frowns.

"Yeah, it sucks." Michael leans on his pillow. "Now tell me your dirty little secret."

"Fine."