Karma (The Exodus)

W et hair clings to my neck and forehead as bloody water travels down my body. Allister’s shower head is so much better than mine, and I relax into the warmth as the water washes away the red.

I put my hand to the glued gash in my side. Mark fucking stabbed me. Allister wanted me to go to a hospital, but I absolutely can’t. Exodus is deeply ingrained in this town. Probably this state. If I walk into a hospital, I won’t be walking out. She finally caved and listened when I told her to use super glue. It’s what I used for many of my injuries when I got my friendly initiation into the Exodus a decade ago.

I didn’t die then, and I won’t die this time, but I made sure Allister thought I would. It was the only way I could get her mouth on me. And besides, I actually could have died.

At least I’d have gone to hell with her perfect mouth and fantastic tits on my dick.