Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
But the spark pulsed once—playful reminder.
Bonnie leaned back, staring at the fogged windows. City lights blurred outside. She traced the glow with one finger. Warm. Alive. Watching her back.
“What are you really?” she whispered, voice quieter now, almost scared.
We are the Honeyswarm, they answered, voices overlapping like a warm hug. And you’re gonna love what we do next.
She grinned—slow, dirty, even through the fear.
“Yeah?” she said to the empty room. “Bring it in.I’m going to the clinic tomorrow to take you all out.”