Page 34 of Reaper

“Get fucking lost, asshole. I said I’m not interested.”

Opening my door, I slide into the driver’s seat and head back to the graveyard. I know I’m not in a great mood, but that guy was a dick for no reason. If a woman says she isn’t interested, just move the fuck on.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I pull back up to the graveyard. The gate is still open, so I walk right through, and take my spot beside my favorite grave. The place where I nearly died, but found something I quickly lost.

A car door slams, and I quickly jump up and see the idiot from the bar coming toward me.

He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a wife beater shirt, as well as an angry glare on his face.

“You’re a cunt, and a cunt is only good for one thing.”

I glare right back at him.

“You fucking followed me here? Asshole.”

This stranger stalks toward me.

“Care to tell me why we’re in a cemetery?”

I don’t respond, and he stops in front of me, and places his hand on my head and pushes down.

“On your fucking knees, whore.”

“What? No.”

He laughs wickedly.

“You’re going to suck my dick, or I’ll put a bullet in your brain.”

I don’t see a gun, but I don’t doubt that he has one either.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, causing him to laugh louder.

“Let me take my shoes off first.”

He stares, from my light pink lacy shirt to my faded jeans, like he’s undressing me with his eyes.

“Take off whatever you want.”

I unstrap my heels and set them beside me on the ground, while he unzips his jeans and pulls them down to his feet. Staring at me, he orders, “Start sucking.”

“Let the darkness in, living dead girl.”

It’s only my imagination, but his voice is comforting, and exactly what I need right now.

Taking his tiny dick in my hand, he groans and closes his eyes. With my free and dominant hand, I pick up my shoe and drive the heel into his balls. He screams as he jumps away from me and falls to the ground.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Glancing down at his bleeding skin, I smile at him and climb on top of him, and wrap my hands around his throat.

“Let the darkness in, living dead girl. That’s it, baby, squeeze as hard as you can.”

Reaching up, he pulls my hair, trying to get me off him, but I hold on for dear life. If it’s a choice between him or me, I choose me.

“Stare into his eyes, baby. Watch the light fade.”

His eyes widen as he struggles underneath me, and within minutes, he’s dead.

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