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FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKK!

“I wanted to be with you in the flesh,” he murmurs. “But since you’ve been so… abstinent, I think it’s better if you live with me in a different way,” he climbs off me, leaving pieces of skin…Oh my fucking God! I’m going to lose my shiiiit!“Yes… she was right… it’s better to keep you close instead of looking for love…I’ll just keep you in my belly.” I sit there, shivering and shaking, but I pause…

What the fuck did he just say? In his where?

My eyes spring open and I hear him rattle off to the boiling stove, where this dude dead ass tosses my toe nail in the pot, stirs it in, and takes a sip.

“Mmmm, that’s better… soon all will be right in the world, Jessica. Soon nothing will be able to take you from me… notFrank, not football , not anything.”

I press back against the wall, chains cold against my wrists, heart slamming like a drum inside my chest because I know this nigga didn’t just say what I think he said…

“Oh I’ll need my cleaver… damn it. This house is so hard to get through…” he mutters to himself. “Just hold on tight, Jessica… just a few more hours and you’ll be right where you belong.” He slams the door shut behind him and my entire body folds in on itself.

Not from pain, but from pure fuckingterror.

My hands tremble, my mouth tastes bitter, and the cuffs on my wrists and feet dig into my skin. I can feel dried blood where the metal’s already bitten into my skin, cold and unrelenting, bolted into the stone floor.

I sit there stunned, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts as I test the chains again.

Nothing…They don’t give… no matter how much I grit my teeth and keep yanking, the sharp metal scraping skin just bruises, bleeds, and leaves my wrists ate the fuck up, but I keep going.

Because he said he was going toeat me! Not metaphorically. Not even sexually, butliterally,and one thing I stand by is if a mother fucker show you who they are, believe them! And I believe him!

I choke back a sob, panic climbing my spine, still pulling on the chains when my stomach flips… and my pussy clenches… I bite back a moan and my thighs press together instinctively, and Ihatethe way a flicker of heat pulses through me, hot and completely misplaced.

“What the hell?” I whisper, shivering, feeling aroused. “What is wrong with me?” It feels like…likehim.Frank.

The comfort. The static. That strange pull I only get when he’s too close…I whimper, missing him…

My stomach ripples and I bite back a moan, gasping, looking down confused as fuck, eyes going wide when I feel something crawloutof me. I feel it grab my pubic hair and climb before I see a small thing pitch a tent in my joggers and I lose my shit.

Oh my mother fucking God! I just grew a dick! Noooooo! Frank is going to leave me!This is the worst day of my life. I’m about to be eaten, I grew a dick and… My thoughts cut out when my joggers lift up at the band and a bitch has to blink twice becauseexcuse the fuck outta me…

Am I really seeing what IthinkI’m seeing… a Chibi Frank?

I stare, stunned before I shake my head at the four inch version of my boyfriend… but he’s still there. It drops my band and I see wings flap out of his back. He zooms over to me, all wet and sticky, grinning with slicked down white-blond hair as he looks me over panicking.

“Okay, no, no… this is a dream,” I mutter. “Or a fever. Or brain damage. Yep, definitely brain damage. Tekdidhit me over the head…” I stammer but he gently pats my cheek, then kisses my nose with a tiny little“mwah.”

“Yup, I’ve lost my mind!” I say as I watch him fly over to the chains and tries to yank them, but he pants, getting tired easily before he gestures, dramatically falling to his knees then flying, holding up his arms to the sky as if saying,“Whhhhyyyyy?”Yup… he acts just like him…

Hold on! Hold on! Hold the damn phone?

“F-Frank?” I whisper. “A-are you…Are you real?” I stammer and he points to his chest with pride, nodding and flying back over to me, kissing my face.

“Muah! Muah! Muah!”

I laugh… a quick, broken sound that turns into a hiccup of panic.

“Are you therealFrank?” I ask and it takes its time thinking and nods, but I can see that it’s not… it justthinksit is. If it was the real Frank, it would have been able to do something, but I’m still in chains, so I change my questioning, not even giving myself time to rethink shit because clearly I’m the fucking protagonist in a novel right now and I’ve been kidnapped to some strange world. All logic is out the door. “Are you connected to thebigFrank?” I ask instead.

Chibi Frank frowns, and it cocks it’s head to the side and I see it’s horns come out and a tiny zap forms in the middle of it. He sags and hold up an X with his chibi hands then makes a gesture like a plane and shakes his head.

It’s like playing charades, but I can guess what he’s saying even though he can’t speak. Ultimately he’s saying Frank is gone somewhere on a plane and he’s too far to reach him…Fuck…

Then I remember that Frank was supposed to be back the next day… I don’t know how long I was knocked out, but I can tell that it’s been a long while, a few hours at least.Frank should be back soon…

“So-so do you think you’ll be able to reach him when he gets back?” I ask, having hope, but he looks over my shoulder in a daze then points and I twists around, looking back to seea stoneamulet with strange symbols carved into its surface, glowing faintly with a dull, oppressive light.