Page 87 of Perilous

Somewhere in my head I’m already negotiating and making peace with the fact that Peri is about to kill my best friend, using his bare hands. When he grabs Molly by the hair and pulls, I swear he’s going to snap her neck like a thin branch hanging low on a tree.

Molly screams and Peri clamps his right hand over her mouth. Her eyes are wide. She’s already crying. She’s that scared. And I get it. Peri has been rough with me many times, but at least I know at the end of it he’s going to fuck me senseless.

Watching it from this angle though… his violence…

“You don’t fucking belong here, you fucking cunt,” Peri spits at my best friend.

I gasp.

Molly claws at his hand as he squeezes tighter, beginning to pinch her nose too, cutting off her supply of oxygen.

“Perilous,” I whisper.

His head turns and the look he gives me makes my blood freeze up. Chills attack my body.

“She’s my claimed one,” Peri says to Molly. “I protect her. I care for her. I fuck her. I am her only source of life and pleasure. Don’t ever come near her again. You are a worthless cunt.”

I start to shake.

Molly’s knees give out. Peri moves his hand from her mouth and she whimpers instead of screaming. He holds her by the hair as her legs no longer work. Peri drags her across the floor with ease, right to the open apartment door.

With one swing of his arm and a grunt, my best friend goes airborne. Right out of my apartment, hitting the wall across the hallway with a thud.

Molly breaks down into tears as Peri rubs his hands together, collecting strands of Molly’s hair from his violent outburst.

“All will be known,” Peri says just before slamming the door shut and locking it.

He turns toward me with the same look on his face.

This time he charges at me.

* * *

His fingers enter my mouth,going for the back of my mouth.

I bite at him, coughing and gagging at the same time. My eyes water as my body wants to vomit while I’m begging it to ignore the intrusion into my throat.

“Did she give you anything?” Peri yells at me.

I can’t comprehend a thing with his fingers flicking my uvula as though it’s my clit.

“Did you have a drink? Anything at all?”

I shake my head as I gag.

“Do you fucking swear on your life?”

I nod.

Peri pulls his fingers from my mouth and I push myself away from him. I run to the kitchen sink and hang over it, coughing, waiting to see if I’m going to actually vomit or not.

Anger floods my body. When I spin around, Peri is standingright there.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I scream into his face.

His right hand grabs my jaw. Hard.

I don’t care.

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