Metal

Sophie saw her opportunity. She stood, charged across the room, and sat herself on Gabriel's lap-before he could pick some other lucky contestant. She licked the side of his face and whispered in his ear. "I don't mind a little choking. It's nothing worse than I got at the ol' foster home," she grinned. "Still, I'd rather talk music." You know what I want," Gabriel leaned in close, a dirt smirk on his face. "I want to murder you and get away with it," he winked. Sophie snorted. She didn't believe it. She knew a lot of jokers, all-bark no-bite, prodding at their limits. Gabriel wasn't really the wrong kind of guy. Sophie knew the wrong type-truly vicious and reprehensible. This strutting cock was just edgy. With a chuckle of her own, Sophie leaned in. "You know what I want," she rubbed up against him. "I want a hundred thousand dollars and six months to spend it," she smirked, satisfied with his jovial answer…

"As a bathroom reader, Metal is a perfect bit of literature...delightfully intriguing." - Kyle A.

"Alluring, suspenseful, edgy, twisted, metal." - Kelly C.

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