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“Play the fucking song.”
I grit my teeth and swallow hard.
I pick up where I left off.
Now I’m getting a little more scared.
Maybe an actual sense of logic is hitting me now.
Maybe I’ll do what my mind wants me to do.
Maybe I’ll finally just-
Archer’s left hand reaches across his body and he grabs the neck of the guitar.
I keep trying to play for a few seconds.
It’s just the sound of dead strings.
Then I stop.
Archer lifts the guitar up.
I start to shake.
He takes the guitar off me.
Now he’s holding a knife to my chest and he’s holding the guitar gifted and signed by Aidley andPawn Charm.
I wonder what would hurt worse.
If he stabs me in the chest or breaks the guitar?
Archer moves the knife away from my chest.
He puts the knife away.
But my eyes never leave his.
I only know the knife is put away because he touches my face.
The back of his fingers on his right hand stroke my cheek.
Warm pulses shoot throughout my body.
Archer’s hand turns. Opens.
I feel his strength as he grabs my jaw.
“You smell like him, sweet thing,” he says.
“Oh well,” I say.
Archer lowers his mouth down closer to mine.
I can’t believe how badly I want this psychopath to kiss me.
His lips are hovering an inch from mine.
