Page 19 of Ruthless God

The comment section has over eleven thousand responses and the likes are up to five hundred thousand. He knows I don’t use social media and I only have a page to show my artwork.

I read some of the comments and a few people ask if I’m going to be the girl he marries.

I scroll through his photos and see pictures of my artwork before the accident, before both our lives were destroyed. I had no idea he was posting pictures of my art. That warms my heart.

I continue to scroll down to another picture of us with his arm around my waist and mine wrapped around his shoulders with the caption,I beat Blue in a round of pool. My forever girl. My heart.It’s accompaniedwith a heart emoji.

Tears wet my eyes because there was a time when we used to be so close. I wanted us to be more than best friends. He gave me my first kiss and he took me to prom because my parents only approved of him taking me. The accident destroyed us—orIdestroyed us because I was feeling dizzy while driving and I didn’t think anything about it. Your life can change in a split second, and you can’t turn back time. Sometimes, I wish I had a time machine to pause and rewrite history. To not break so many hearts. To bring back Bailey and her mother’s smile. To bring back Bailey’s smile.

I close out of the app.

Snow’s message pops up on the screen.

Snow: When you’re done lurking on my IG, meet me in 30 mins or I’m going to start posting pictures from your sketchbook on my social media.

How did he know I was lurking on his page? Did I accidentally like a post?

Me: Where?

Snow: In front of the woods near the library.

Me: Okay.

I put my damp hair into a high ponytail, throw on an AC/DC long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of hot pink leggings paired with my Converse, and jog toward the library across campus.

The air in my lungs burns along with my calves. Anticipation and anger eat at me like a disease. The half-crescent moon hangs in the inky sky as I make my way across campus. The wind slaps me across my warm cheeks.

Once I make it behind the library, in front of the woods, I spot Snow wearing the exact same outfit I drew of him where he’s chasing me in the woods. My cheeks flush and my skin burns at the sight of him.

He’s so fucking hot as he eyes me like a piece of meat, licking his lips.

Is he about to make my fantasy real?

The thought sends a shiver up my spine.

“What the fuck is this shit?” I ask.

He steps toward me, and I step back, hearing a twig snap. My shoes sink into the soft dirt, my nipples harden, and my panties are soaked just at the sight of him.

It finally hits me. He’s playing out my dark fantasy, and I’m intrigued and too turned on. This is what I always wanted from him, to turn my fantasies into reality, but I don’t want it from him if he’s going to use it against me. Right now, I’m on his shit list.

“Whatever game you are playing, I don’t want any part of. I don’t want you,” I snap.

He stomps up to me, grabs my ponytail, and I swallow thickly as he wraps his hand around my throat, feeling my pulse thumping like I downed five Red Bulls.

“You want this as much as I want this. You want me to own you. You want your lips wrapped around my dick as I choke you. You want me to have complete control over you. Using you as my sex doll.”

I’m speechless, not able to form words because he’s absolutely right. I do want to be owned and controlled by him. Giving up my power so he can use me. It’s been that way since I watched a porn footage of it. I can’t help but wonder why he is trying to fuck me when he hates my guts.

“Why are you trying to fuck me if you hate me? You blame me for Bailey’s death.”

He slips his fingers into my mouth, reaching all the way to my throat, and I gag. Choking, saliva drips down my chin. I shove his hard chest, he yanks my ponytail and my scalp burns.

“You’re going to have to give up your ass eventually when we’re married. I might hate your guts, but it doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I laid eyes on you when I was seventeen. Heard of hate fucking?”

“Why didn’t you make a move on me before?”

“I didn’t want to destroy our friendship.”

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