Haunting-Adeline

“Let me the fuck go, you fucking prick. You think I’m someone to mess
with? Do you have any fucking idea who I am and who my family is?”
His mouth is going to be stapled shut in point two seconds if he keeps
running it, that I do know. I relay this to him, and he answers with a hyena
laugh.
I turn and clock the fucker in the mouth, all the while keeping my
Mustang straight.
Colorful words follow, but they’re no brighter than the blood pouring out
with them.
Pre y boy isn’t so pre y now.
He’s going to experience a lot worse once I get back to my place. He laid
his mouth and hands on my girl, and there’s consequences for silly
mistakes like that.
He woke up about five minutes into the drive. Two strips of fabric from
his shirt are ed ghtly across each stab wound on his abdomen. His hands
and feet are hog- ed—there’s not a chance of him slipping free of those.
I’ve had too much prac ce.
He’s been running his mouth since the moment he awoke, and it’s been
grinding my gears into dust. He throws out empty threats like bullets, but
instead, they’re paper in the wind. None of them make an impact. In fact,
they don’t land anywhere near me.
It’s the men on of Addie that sends me into a murderous rage.
“Come on, man. Are you this worked over a piece of ass? Her voice may
be cut out for porn, and her pussy ght as fuck, but shit, you can find that
in other bitches too. I’ve fucked plenty of them.”
What was going to be a fairly slow death is now going to be the slowest
death to ever happen since the dawn of humanity.
It was bad enough that he spoke of my girl in such a disgus ng manner,
but then he went and topped it off by implying Addie isn’t anything special.
She’s the first of her kind to exist, and there will never be another like
her.