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“I’m never going to look away,” I say.

“He drugged me for over two decades,” my mother says.

Peri lowers his mask and turns back to my father. He grabs him by the hair with his right hand slams the jagged-tooth knife to my father’s throat and he starts to cut. He starts to… saw…

My stomach instantly turns and I need to throw up. I take a few breaths to remain calm as I watch Peri start to cut my father’s head off.

Literally.

I listen to the teeth ripping through flesh and then bone. It’s an awful sound. It’s wet and mushy and then it’s a hard sound.

I have no idea how long it all takes because I’m not sure time actually matters here. The moment comes when my father’s head literallypopsfree from the rest of his body.

Peri drops the head into the water, along with the knife. He dips his hands into the water to wash away some of the blood.

My father falls to the floor on his right side. I can’t look down to see his headless body. I’m having a hard enough time standing tall right now as it is.

The man in the gold mask approaches Peri and touches his shoulders. Something is said. Peri turns to face me and he takes his mask off once again. He steps toward me. He’s inches away.

I stare up at him, madly in love and madly insane for being so madly in love. I lift my right hand and touch his face, smearing some of the white and black paint onto my fingers. I touch my right cheek and rub the paint onto my face. My chin starts to quiver and my eyes fill with tears.

Peri grabs the back of my neck with his right hand. He slams his mouth down to mine, kissing me hard.

I am his everything.

His is mine.

He’s killed my best friend.

He’s killed my father.

He’s given me the truth.

Murder, truth… and love…

What more could a girl ask for?

ChapterThirty-Seven

PERILOUS

I biteAnnika’s clit and pull away. She screams and grabs for my head, thrusting her hips at me.

I look up at her as the shower water cascades all down her beautifully naked body. I start to stand but pause at her tits. My hands touch and squeeze them together.With force.I rub my thumbs on her nipples, watching them react to my touch. I dip my mouth down as I release my hold on her tits.

Gently I take her left tit into my mouth and suckle almost playfully. I pull away and move to her right tit. That’s where I bite.

I fucking bite.

I pull and twist my head like a dog with a bone.

Annika screams out and claws at my back. She knows all she has to do is saystopand it’s over. But she likes it. My girl is secretly crazy for this kind of stuff. The harder the better. The more pain the better.

I roll her nipple between my teeth and pull away. Her skin is bright red, raw, and I watch a few trickles of blood appear. I lick my lips and look at her.

“Taste,” I order her.

I cup her right tit and lift it. Annika drops her head down and I watch her stick out her tongue, the tip touching her nipple. My right hand touches her face, a slap, but not very hard.

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