“Well…” Darren’s voice dropped darker, thicker, meaner, as his hand stroked himself faster, precum shining under his fingers.
His grin was cruel. “Surprise.”
I screamed inside my head and outside my mouth all at once. How, how, how, how is that even possible? I tore it off, I ripped it from him, I felt the blood.
I saw his eyes when I destroyed him, I was there, it was real, it happened, so how the f**k is he standing here whole and hard and stroking himself like I didn’t ruin him? Is he human, is he even real, is this a nightmare, is this hell, is this punishment, is he some kind of demon who can grow back what I took, am I hallucinating, is the blood loss making me see things, why why why is this happening to me?
And I wanted to grab you, yes you, whoever is reading this, and shake
