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β€œOh dear, you’re not looking so hot.” 

I’m fully aware he can’t hear me over the blasting of the music, but I don’t really care. Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun. After all, this is one of the few moments in my life when I actually get to let go a little and enjoy myself, when I’m in control; when I hold all the power. When I’m holding some asshole’s life in my hand, I get to gain back some semblance of dominion over my own goddamn life. So yeah, I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it. 

Leaning forward, this time, he doesn’t even look at my now blood-spattered tits as I wrap my hand around the dagger sticking out of the headboard and give it a hard yank. 

His hands collapse onto the pillow, unmoving as his eyes begin to droop. He’s close to passing out, and well, we can’t have that. 

I give his cheek a hard smack, and his eyes fly open, blinking rapidly as he tries to orientate himself. 

β€œPay attention, motherfucker.”

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πŸ–€Graphic by @nikkiepperson_reads

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