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Jessie looks at me with a worried look. I’m not stable enough to walk, still coming down from my high.

“Come clean him up, Angel.” Fuck, okay, I didn’t think this could get any hotter.

I wobble over, kneeling as I take my tongue, tracing the patch with his cum. I lick every single drop, devouring his salty load.

I felt empty when I got here, and now, I feel so full.

Then I’m taken to the dead body, covered in Tobias’ cum, and I will not be licking them even if I have limits and I have reached them.

I can’t see us getting home tonight, so after I let them clean up and move the body, I jump in a hot shower, washing the blood and smell of sex away. I finish with a fresh pair of fluffy PJs sitting by the wood fire built and lit by Sean.

That’s until…

12

COCK SLAYER

Getting rid of the bodies has never been my job.

I never gave it any thought until Jessie asked if I wanted to help him in the woods. Thinking about it hours later, going into the woods was probably one of many stupid decisions I have made.

It’s too late to turn back. I might end up getting chased in the dark, which would turn me on, considering they cut the man’s head off. When I say them, I mean Tobias and the very unhinged thoughts he has.

I carry a bin bag with his head over my shoulders. I like to keep myself fit, but I'm not as fit as I first assumed. I'm out of breath and ready to throw the head, not caring where it lands.

Not to mention, I'm freezing. It's so cold that I may come back frozen and no longer be able to walk. Jessie may have to carry me back.

“Now I know why you never help with this bit.” Jessie stops turning to watch me struggle like carrying a head in the woods at night is a normal thing to do.

“I’m sorry. I'm just not used to having a head in a bin bag and carrying it over my shoulder in the woods at night.” My eyes narrow at his nose, flaring as the anger rises.

“Here we are. You can put it down now.” He shoves the body into an already-dug grave.

I follow, placing the bin bag inside, relieved I don't have that hanging off my shoulder.

Turning around, I get ready to go back to the cabin. But not before Jessie’s hand is fisting my hair, pulling me back and spinning me around, causing me to defend myself by taking my hands and slapping him across the face.

“You like violence, but I can get with that. Just not now. Be a good girl and stand still while I sort this out,” he taunts sarcastically. I have the urge to do the opposite, but it's pitch-black outside, and all we have is one torch, and I don’t feel like getting chased. As much as I’ve dreamed about it, tonight isn't the night to live out that fantasy.

“I would hate for such a pretty woman like you to have to get her hands dirty. Oh, wait, who am I kidding? You are covered in blood most days.” He throws the mud at the grave, covering the dead body. If he had a shovel, this would be easier. Which now that I come to think of it, why the fuck don’t we have one?

“Do you plan on just kicking the mud with your foot?” I ask, rolling my eyes now, freezing my tits off. I don't know what I thought was going to happen with burying a dead body, but this wasn't it. In the movies, there are always more than two people and shovels. Again, why the fuck don't we have them?

“Do you have a better plan? Please share with the rest of us.” He looks at me, still kicking the mud over the body with his feet. I stand looking at the dozen trees, the light of the torch beaming on each tree, the green colour mimicking different shades. The lights hit the floor, where mud, sticks, and weeds cover my black boots that were once clean, not to mention the dried-up blood from the body lying beneath me.

I'm going to die out here, and if it isn’t from Jessie, it will be because I froze to death. Not bringing a coat was wrong on myend, but isn't a gentleman meant to offer his jacket to the lady? But then again, this is the same person who fucked me with my gun and then sucked the barrel full of my juices. Nevermind.

“The rest of us? There isn’t anyone else out here but us,” I state the obvious, but Jessie isn’t happy with my response. He kicks quicker, just what I wanted. I make a mental note to piss him off to make this go quicker.

“Woah, let's not forget the dead man. Don’t be rude.” I flip him off.

Jessie pulls out a knife, my eyes nearly fully closed, with my finger tapping on my top lip, waiting for an answer on why he could need one. I look down at the grave, seeing the body covered. He walks around freely, bringing a goddamn shovel out, shoving bigger clumps of mud over the grave.

“Seriously, you couldn’t have used that before? I'm done; I'm going back to the cabin.” I turn around starting to walk back until a hand is around the back of my neck, pulling me, his hand now fisting my hair. Again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His breath laces my ear as he whispers, tightening his grip on my hair and making me screech.

“Back to the cabin. I'm cold,” I sneer, but all it causes him to do is tighten his fist around me, turn me around, kiss me, and our tongues crash. fuck I wanted to hate him right now, but now his tongue is down my throat, I can't stop kissing him back with those sweet, luscious lips and minty fresh breath.

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