PLSPLSPLSCAN WE HAVE 5 SENTENCES SNIPPET FROM KARMA PLSPLS ITS OK IF U DONT WANT TO HEHEHEHEHE
i'll be nice and give more than five bestie:
You giggle, “Ooh! You wanna race to see who finds the exit first? I’ll have you know, I’m quite the pro. I go whenever they have one at the pumpkin patch!”
Ari fucking knows that because it’s one of your traditions. You two go every year, get hot chocolate and fresh pie, then head to the corn maze for your annual competition. As always, you get a head start and he pretends to get lost so you have to find a way out together, and he’ll try—and fail—to fool around with you. Your excuse? “There are families here!”
As if you hadn’t begged him to fuck you in the closet when you were visiting his family for spring break. He had to gag you with your panties, you were so needy and pleading for him to fuck you harder, to fuck you stupid just doors away from his parents.
You wanted to be caught that day, and right now he wishes he let you walk out with his cum on your face. Perhaps then, you’d be filled with humiliation just like the four of them.
He wanted you to think you got away with it, that you’re still the queen and they’re stupid pawns to your game. Just so he can watch the despair wash over your face, the broken pride will pour from your lips in half-assed apologies.
You’ll cry and beg for forgiveness, for mercy, but they won’t give it to you. No, they want you to suffer, wallow in distraught—just as Odette when Siegfried swore to love another.
He watches you run off, your loud inebriated laughter flowing into the open air, joyous and free, the complete opposite what you’ll be when the clock strikes midnight.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees three other masked figures emerge from the forest. One by one, their stark white masks are bathed in the moonlight, screaming or crying or both. He sets your purse by the entrance after taking out your cell phone, and only then does he enter the maze.
