Vile Bastards

Dearest Reader ... my story is cancelled.

Sharing my words thus far has only put us both in danger. It's better to just call the whole thing off before somebody gets hurt.

Or maybe, just maybe, you are the one who keeps spilling my secrets. That it? You sold me out? I knew it; I knew I couldn't trust you.

I can't even trust my fuckboys, now can I? Sending me a severed penis as a gift doesn't excuse their poor behavior.

Somebody died in that river. Death changed things. I wish it didn't, but I c...