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“Sam,” I whine. “She won’t do it again.”
“Later,” he tells me as he runs a hand up and down my back.
“Can we fuck her later? Can we tie her down and fuck her until she’s crying?”
“Only if she wants to,” he answers.
“She wants to,” I whisper to him, even if I know she can hear. “She wants Rachel’s knife against her throat while we’re both fucking her at the same time. I heard her say it to her the other day.” I grab another knife I have on me and place it against my own throat before winking at her.
“Really?” Sam asks her, his interest suddenly piqued.
“So not the time for this conversation,” she shakes her head.
“Right,” he agrees and turns back to me. “Did you bring me a gun?”
“Two,” I smile proudly.
“Give me one,” Rose orders as she comes forward. I put my knife away and grab my second gun instead.
I wave it in her face. “What’s the magic word?”
“Lik, I’ll fucking kill you,” she hisses.
“It’s ‘Kill, I’ll let you fuck me hard later’,” I cackle.
She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her cool.
“That’s more than one word.”
Jesus, I love how obstinate she is.
“You two are wasting time,” Sam huffs. “Just say it, Rose.”
“Why me? Why can’t he just give me the gun?”
“Because the psychopath in him has bloody woken up! Will you just be the bigger person for once?”
“This is ridiculous.Fine.Kill, I’ll let you fuck me hard later.”
“‘And tie me to the bed’,” I insist.
The gun is ripped away from my hand and I gasp at Sam. “See, you pushed your luck,” he says simply as he gives it to Rose.
“Can we go now,” Rose asks us as I pass Sam his weapon.
“Let’s kill people,” I smile as I look down at my gun. “Like, really,reallykill them. Like dead, you know?” I look up to watch their retreating backs leave the room. Rose has left her heels behind.
“Hey! Wait for me!” I run after them.
The man who was aiming his gun at me falls onto his face. Rose is the best shooter I’ve ever seen in my life. She doesn’t miss anything, and the reason why is devastating.
I pull my knife out for the bloody smile.
“My kill,” she snaps at me. “And I say I want him to die sad. So you’re not drawing one of your weird smiles on him.”
“But…”
“Her kill,” Sam cuts off.
