#murderotics

“i’m not gonna apologize, so don’t waste your fucking breath. i don’t give a shit if your boyfriend’s feelings are hurt.” 

“okay, okay, i give up!” grace gasped between giggles as she finally surrendered the remote control to yasmin. “you win, just stop tickling me! and for the love of god, no reality tv, please.”

the more the man lingered in her space, the more magda started to feel uneasy. soon her eyes were scanning their surroundings for club security, but there was no one in sight. just as she was beginning to panic, she felt a heavy, clammy hand on her thigh and recoiled. “don’t touch me!”