After all of this, there is only one thing certain: I must get married.
Worse, I either choose to marry someone or the devil himself chooses for me.
Either way, I am well and truly fucked. I’ve never even been actually fucked, and now I am more fucked than I ever thought I could be. No lube, no prep. Just a giant, demonic dick shoved right into me.
What am I going to do?
I can't get married.
I won't.
Opening my eyes, I wipe the blood off of my chin with a damp towel, proceeding to type a quick text to Kai.
ME: Change of plans, I’m not going to make it.
Words have never rung truer. So much for going to the party.