Page 106 of Fragmented Illusions

Fallon collapses on top of Spencer, and I, on her.

We all lie in a daze before my back aches too badly to stay like that, despite the fact I desperately didn’t want to move. I slip my soft cock from Spencer’s ass at the same time Fallon lifts herself and he groans at the loss.

I know the feeling.

Fallon lays spread out on the bed and my eyes drop to her bare pussy. Spencer’s cum leaks out of her and I can’t resist the urge to lean down and swipe my tongue through her folds. Tasting her and Spence simultaneously once more.

I’ve decided nothing tastes better—not even death.

I work my tongue in circles around her clit and inside of her, cleaning Spencer’s cum from her until she’s coming on my tongue and on my face, writhing and moaning breathlessly.

When I finally pull away from her, her entire body is limp, sinking deep into the mattress. Spencer spreads out next to her, throwing his arm over her waist.

“That was fucking hot,” he says nonchalantly, and Fallon giggles. I grunt and move to the dresser to flick the TV on. I switch it to the local news station and sit on the edge of the bed, in between Fallon and Spencer’s legs.

I watch the news segment for a while, waiting to see if our names pop across the screen, but luckily they don’t.

Not yet, anyway.

I take a deep breath of relief that we’re okay for now. I know eventually our faces will be plastered everywhere. We killed four people at a well-known mental health institution paid for by some very rich people.

They’ll want blood for blood. The rich always do with their pathetic “entitlement.”

If they want blood, blood is what they will get. I will fight to the fucking death to keep Fallon out of their reach. To keep thembothsafe.

“What happens when our names come up on that screen?” Fallon’s voice breaks the tension. I sigh and lie back on the bed, between them.

I stare up at the water-stained ceiling, listening to both of them breathing. Alive. With me.

“Then we will do what we have to do.”

“Run. Fight. Kill. Kill some more,” Spencer shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“Together, right?” Fallon asks timidly as her fingers brush through the hair on my forehead.

“Always together,” Spence and I answer her at the same time. As if there were any other choice.

“They will never touch us, or our pretty girl.”

The End