The Short Story Scrapbook

careful, i might be into that 🔞

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She questioned, her look of innocence was so out of place considering the blood covering her arms and hands and splattered about the room.

He only half smiled as he leaned back, legs spread wide. A display of confidence that made her thighs quiver despite her being the one calling the shots.

"I'm not used to being like this." He replied back, gesturing towards the mutilated body at her feet and the other two tortured and crying victims in the corner.

She glanced down, sucking the blood from her lower lip as a dark look ran over her facial features because disappearing.

"They just pissed me off, that's all." She muttered, lips pouting.

"Fuck, I'm so thirsty." His eyes and words meaningful as he stared at her.

She giggled, stepping over the body and walking a few steps forward. Her eyes narrowing, seductively

"Want me to spit in your mouth, daddy?"

It was a joke. Or... it was supposed to be. But the look on his face said he was contemplating it.

She swallowed heavily as his strong arms reaching for the waistband of her jeans, pulling her forward. His tongue poked through his pink lips.

"Careful... I might be into that." He whispered huskily.

She shuddered. He was going to be the death of her.