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She isn’t even pretty.

She’s boring.

He should be with me.

We should kill her together.

He should want it.

We could kill everyone in this town and bathe in their blood. Fuck in it.

The thought makes me wet.

I could stab her in the chest right where she sits.

What would he do if I did?

Would he see me then?

Chapter Eleven

Hatchet Face was the perfect pick. Knowing Delaney will be jumpy as fuck makes it all the better. Delaney loves horror movies, but I know she’s not a huge fan of gory movies, so this gives me the perfect chance to have her body all up on mine.

Gives me the excuse to touch her all over, without it seeming like I’m making the first move. I’m putting this all on her. Hell, she already started making the first moves. That damn ugly pimple faced puke out there was clearly flirting with her, but she made a statement, in her own way.

She was polite to the kid, but basically all over me. Not like other girls. Nah, she was subtle as fuck about it. But obviously in the way that I know Delaney to be.

Tonight, I’m going to have my first taste of this woman, and once that happens, I’m never letting her go.

I can’t wait to have her body under mine, my cock deep inside of her virgin cunt, begging to be fucked, devoured by me. She’ll be mine in all ways. Hopefully she knows that once I’m in there, all the way fucking in, she’s never getting rid of me.

Mine.

Finally.

“I’ll be back in a second. I just need to go to the bathroom,” Delaney tells me, giving my arm a squeeze.

I get up to go with her, but she stops me. “I won’t be gone long and wouldn’t want you to miss the first big kill.”

“I don’t care about that.”

“Pfft. I know how into horror movies you are.” She chuckles. “You love them more than I do. I’ll be back before you have time to miss me.”

I give in and let her go, though I hate every second of not being with her. Part of me regrets bringing her to the movies, but I wanted to make a statement. To every fuck in this town who even thinks about asking her out. I want them to know she’s mine. She’s always been mine. Next time we’re staying in. In bed. All I need is her. My sweet but sexy good girl.

I’m going to make her mine in every way that counts.

The killer on the screen gives chase. The first victim runs through the woods, catching her tank top on a branch to expose her huge fake tits right as a hatchet splits her skull in two. I crack up at the stupid expression on the chick’s face.

I wish Delaney was here to witness how over exaggerated this is. The brain goop looks like raspberry preserves.

The real stuff doesn’t look like that.

More than a few minutes pass by and I debate going to go search for her when she comes back laughing.

“You’ll never believe what happened.”

“What?” I stare at her, wondering what has her so giddy as she resumes sitting next to me.