Page 5 of Daddy Sees Snakes

"Watch me," I growl.

She's so sweet, so innocent. How could I ever hurt her?

"Don't. You're a good guy, Vincent. You can do this," she whispers.

"Don't call me that," I hiss, grabbing her arm and pulling her onto my lap.

She lands awkwardly, straddling my hips.

"Viper," she whispers.

"There, that's better. My name. You can't be here, though," I whisper. "I can't resist you. You're so beautiful. So good."

"So bad," she whispers.

"That's it," I say, pulling her closer. "You're so bad. So sweet. I bet you're so wet for me."

She bites her lip. "Please."

"No, baby, please," I beg. "Please don't go. I want you. I can't have you, but fuck, I want you."

"Why not?" she asks, her voice breaking.

"Because... Because..."

I can't remember.

I'm so drunk.

Why am I even awake right now? Oh, because of her.

She's still straddling me, and suddenly, the room is spinning. My stomach churns. Monsters creep from the shadows, and all I see is darkness.

"I can't..." I say, pushing her off me.

"Viper?"

"You're the devil," I whisper. "Sent to ruin my life. And fuck, you're good."

"Viper, you're not making any sense," she tells me, trying to stop me from falling.

"I have to go," I mutter. "Go away."

"Where are you going?" she asks.

"Anywhere," I whisper, trying to push her away. "Anywhere I don't have to look at you."

The house is spinning on its axis as I crash into the hallway, and my knees buckle beneath me.

I land face first on the hardwood floors, and I groan as my forehead cracks, blood pooling on the hardwood. I raise my head and see them again.

The snakes.

They come out every time I do this. Long, slithering, hissing creatures that want me dead.

They're everywhere. On the floor, the walls, the ceiling. In my head.

"Viper?"

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