MY TABOO STEP DADDY
But I hear her: the whimpers, the pleas, the screams.
And I feel myself, the heat, the pressure, the impending descent toward something I averse but can’t prevent.
Tristan’s voice is glacier, “Louder, Bunny. Or the Hounds decide.”
I hate that my body doesn’t care about morality when it needs release.
“Carlton, baby, don’t—” Mom’s voice fades.
Another crunch. Another finger.
I moan louder than her scream, and I’ve never felt more suicidal.
“Where do I find them?” Tristan’s smeared blade catches the light. “The Black Mojo is powerful, yet almost non-existent to the world. Give me names, Delinda.”