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KILL YOU? NAH

SUMMER

CURRENT

“ W hat’s the matter, Cyrus? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Everyone has that one favourite thing they love to witness. This is mine. Watching a man have the rug ripped out from underneath him when he realizes he’s been fooled.

“You really thought I was going to kill my best friend, didn’t you?

That this was my first time doing something like this?

” Amber taunts. “I’m sorry, Cyrus, but your cock isn’t worth killing for,” she jabs him right where it hurts, and I fucking love it.

Watching her manipulate our victims is awe-inspiring every fucking time.

I don’t know how she played that near-killer part so well, she’s a blood thirsty slut.

Amber had everyone believing her act, but me, obviously.

I know what moves beneath her skin. I’ve witnessed it, just as she’s witnessed mine.

“It’s really easy if you think about it,” I say.

“Nobody ever thinks women are the true threats. We’re always the victims, the weak ones.

The other half of the species taught to weave our keys in between our fingers.

Reminded to always carry pepper spray or a taser in our bags, never go anywhere alone, and if you do, have to have your location visible at all times. ”

Amber sits comfortably naked between Cyrus’s bound legs, dragging her nails lightly up and down his thigh.

She loves fucking a man up psychologically.

Showing them how disgusting they are to get aroused when their lives are on the cusp of extinguishment.

“We,” she gestures between us, “use that helplessness to our advantage. Men like to hunt for their prey, overpower it. I mean…so do I. But why bother expelling all that energy when the trash just shows up at our doorstep? We like to lure them, but it’s barely a fucking challenge anymore. ”

“Surprise!” I cackle, startling Cyrus from the rhythmic teasing of Amber’s fingers trailing over his taint. “You didn't pop your little psychos cherry, she was twisted way before you came along,” I taunt from the doorway.

“You… You were dead,” Cyrus stutters.

“No. You believed I was dead. Took this twisted bitch’s words as truth.” A huge smile spits across Amber’s face, she loves being called the weirdest shit. “You didn't even check my pulse before fucking me.”

“You got your fantasy fuck though, didn’t you? Hmmm? Did you get to be his dead girl, Summer?”

“Yes,” I reply to Amber.

Looking back to Cyrus, I say, “Thank you for calling me a good girl as you came inside me though. I like that shit. But also…fuck you for not lasting longer, you two-pump chump. The lady needs to get off too.” I walk further into the bedroom, Cyrus’s steel eyes tracking me like a bird of prey.

Rounding the bed to sit in the rocking chair by the window, I cross my legs, waiting with bated breath for the follow up questions.

None? Okay.

The poor man is too stunned to speak, and that’s a thrilling first. Maybe he is the one we’ve been searching for.

“Oh, I think if you give Cy another chance he’d rise up to the challenge.

” Amber trails her fingers lightly over his stiffening cock, “The poor man was just blue-balled by both Fallon and I, he couldn’t hold his load once he got into your pristine pussy.

” Amber slinks her body up Cyrus’s, straddling him. “Isn’t that right, baby?” she coos.

Cyrus audibly gulps, nodding his head up and down, still unable to form words.

Leaning over him, Amber starts gently kissing his neck as she rocks her hips against his half-chub.

She’s so fucking wicked as she whispers in his ear, “You know…it’s funny, the last guy we killed found himself in this exact same position.

” Cyrus jerks his head away, but Amber’s hand snaps out, grabbing his chin.

Her nails dig into his skin as she holds his resisting face firm.

“He really thought he could continue taking advantage of the women he took home from the bar without any repercussions. But unlike you, he woke up choking on an eleven inch dildo.”

I let out a giggle, looking back on that memory almost as if it’s a fond one from my childhood.

But I barely remember that time of my life, and what I do remember isn’t laugh-worthy.

“You know, Amber, I'm honestly impressed that you got at least six inches in before he woke up. How many inches do you think Cyrus here can take? If he gags, can we put it somewhere else?”

“Y'all are sadistic,” he chokes out.

“HE SPEAKS!” Amber yells, sitting up, bouncing with glee. She’s well aware that the games commence after the silence is broken.

“I would say thank you, but you aren't the first person to call us that,” I retort.

“If you two plan on killing me, I want you bitches to know that I won’t go down without a fight. Even tied up like this.”

“Who said anything about killing you, Cy? The fun for Amber and I has only just begun,” I divulge.

His eyes go wide as Amber and I devolve into a fit of unrestrained laughter.