Self-care is important, after all.
I turn around to check out my handiwork. I’ve never killed five people at one time. The most I’ve come up against was two, and they were more formidable than the fuckholes who are littered around the cabin. How the fuck do five people—two with knives and all of them bigger than me—manage to get murdered, and all I have is one scratch on my ear?
Fucking dipshits.
The song ends, and through the silence, I hear whimpering at my feet. My gaze flicks over to the twink, his wide, fearful eyes locked on me.
Reaching up, I pull my headphones out and stuff them in my pocket. My bloodlust is drained, but he’s seen my face. I can’t let him live.
Right?
4
REMI
He’s…dead.
Trevor is dead.
They’re all dead.
They were going to pass me around… and now the only thing they’re going to pass is to the other side.
I…
A giggle erupts from my throat, catching instantly on a sob. That isn’t funny. None of this is, but I can’t help the laughter when it comes out again. It strangles me with a little hiccupy sob while I try not to break down into hysterics.
I can’t catch my breath, I can’t think. My entire body is a strange mixture of warm and numb all at once because I’ve neverseenanyone so…
Efficient. Or effective. Or terrifying.
The man who broke in was like some kind of avenging angel with his tousled blond hair and his high cheekbones splattered with blood.
Horrifying.
I giggle again and finally force myself to look away from the bodies. I won’t be able to do anything if I keep staring… and if I don’t want tobecomea body… fuck.
I have to do something, right?
Fight or flight.
Fight or flight… or…
Apparently, fight or flight aren’t the only two natural responses to danger.
Fight, flight, or fuck.
I silently add the third option to the list.
Since I’m not about to fight a man who is seriously a slasher right out of a horror movie, and he’s standing right in front of me and making it impossible to run…
Well…
There’s really only one option left, isn’t there?
I smooth my hands up his thighs slowly, my entire body shivering at the feel of blood and the warmth of his body beneath the denim. This is going to work or I’m going to make him so mad he kills me quickly. Either sounds better than what he could do to me…
Honestly…
