Page 73 of Stalker's Toy

I want him to feel it all.

He doesn't have a chance to fight back.

Not this one.

This one gets it right away, gets a knee to his back when I shove him to the ground, gets his ugly head smashed into the concrete before he even knows what he's up against.

I love the rough scrape of his cheek on the ground, the red blossom he leaves behind, the fucking panic of knowing he's in way over his head.

I love it so much, I let him get back up just so I can do it again.

He makes a sound.

Tries to get a word in, a plea, an I'm-sorry-bro-I-didn't-know, but he doesn't.

I stomp down, keep his face to the street, let him taste it, eat it, choke on it.

He's not a fast learner.

Not like Mia.

The other one tries to pull me off.

Thinks maybe he can take me.

But Mia and Larsa are still there.

Still watching, still stunned, still not knowing what the fuck to do.

I turn around, knock him back.

He wasn't expecting that.

Wasn't expecting anything but pussy, anything but conquest, anything but easy.

Thought he was tough shit until he tried me.

Tried to take what's mine.

This time I get his neck, I squeeze until his eyes are bugging out, until he's on his knees.

"Think you can touch my fucking girl, do you?" I'm shouting in his ear.

He manages to throw a punch before he hits the dirt, manages to get me right in the ribs.

Good.

It gives me more reason, gives me more to give him back.

Allows me to make sure he neverdoes this again.

The girls can't even run.

They can't even think.

They're drunk—too drunk to even process what the fuck could have happened to them.

They don't see it coming.

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