Post by Crystal Sharpe on Jul 15, 2019 22:39:13 GMT -5
Logan: Care to explain, dear?
He shoved a plastic wrapped loaf of bread into the sleeping face of Crystal. Half asleep she opened her eyes a little bit.
Crystal: Wha? Logan, what time is it? Go back to sleep…
Logan: It’s time for some fuckin’ answers!
The poor loaf of bread, completely innocent in this, gets thrown against the wall. Crystal rolled over to face Logan, rubbing her eyes a bit not having a clue what was going on.
Crystal: Logan, what's gotten into you? What's wrong?
Logan: It certainly wasn’t a sandwich. So, would you like to enlighten me on why we’re short on bread?
Answering a question with a question, he was sure she had been out whoring her kitchen skills to other men. This was HIS personal sandwich maker. The whole reason he tolerated the brat was for the occasional sandwich, she sure wasn’t doing much else for him.
Crystal: I'll go to the store in the morning, Logan. I didn't realize we were all out. I'm sorry.
Crystal looked at her phone checking the time, it was 4:23am, she really hoped Logan wasn't going to send her to get it right now, she was still tired.
Logan: Is that so…
With the insatiable hunger of a pregnant woman, he further prodded her for answers.
Logan: Doesn’t quite explain the bread shortage.
Crystal sighed a little bit as she looked up at Logan who was still standing over her looking quite intimidating.
Crystal: We probably ate it, hun, I promise I'll go get some more in the morning. Can you please come back to bed? It's like 4am!
Logan: Oh, of course, sweets. I’d love to ‘come back’ to bed. However, I feel that spot in your sleepy domain is reserved for… WHOEVER YOU’RE MAKING SANDWICHES FOR!
He turned on the bedside lamp, bringing light to the room and current situation as well. Crystal sat up, sighing to herself as she swung her legs around to the side of the bed and sat there for a short while not very happy at all.
Crystal: Okay, I'm up. I'll go get you some more bread. I didn't even know we were all out, I'd have gotten you some more yesterday had I known.
Logan: It’s okay. Don’t you worry your little head about it. I already picked up a fresh loaf, along with the accomplice you’re making treats for while you plot my demise.
Crystal: Logan, hunny, what are you talking about? I'm not making anything for anybody else let alone plotting your demise…
He headed over to the closet, swinging back the double doors, a beaten and sweaty man rolled up like a stiff frozen sausage in duct tape fell forward and onto the carpet. Logan ripped out some of the mans hair when yanking him up to his feet and slinging him onto Crystals lap. It was the doctor she previously had a session with during the week. Crystal gasped in pure horror as she rolled him off of her and onto the bed. She placed her ear to his chest to check that he was still alive as tears came into her eyes.
Crystal: Logan what have you done?! You need to call an ambulance!
Crystal looked up at Logan, her face now white, tears in her eyes as she started to cry.
Crystal: Logan! Please call an ambulance!
Logan: You got it, toots!
He left the room. Outside of the door he childly mimicked a siren sound, then abruptly knocked, throwing a serious tone in his voice.
Logan: I heard we had a deceiving Doctor with a stomach full of Logan’s sandwiches in pain. Can you open the door ma’am?
He kicked it down anyway, making his reentry into the bedroom wearing a fireman's hard hat. Crystal was still crying, trying her hardest to get a response out of her doctor.
Crystal: This isn't funny, Logan! They're going to take me away from you for sure now! You'll get taken away and locked away in jail. Why did you do this?!
Crystal wiped a few of her tears away and cried even harder as she thought about losing Logan, again. Logan, however, was fully in character and pushed Crystal aside attending to the doctor.
Logan: A little room please.
He planted an ear down onto the doctors chest, then turned his head to the empty doorway as if speaking to an unseen presence.
Logan: I’ve got a pulse!
He then looked up to Crystal.
Logan: Friend of yours?
Crystal: LOGAN! STOP IT!
She snapped at him, which was not like Crystal at all but these weren't exactly normal circumstances.
Crystal: You know exactly who he is. How COULD you do this to him?! He was HELPING me!
He sighed, letting the hard hat fall to his side and onto the bed.
Logan: I was only gunning for a bit of fun. You seemed down this week, visiting doctors, and such. I thought we could spice things up and bring some fun into the bed like you always hint about. See? I care about you.
Crystal: Logan! This is serious! He needs help!
She reached down and picked up her phone knowing that Logan wasn't going to call the authorities, she was going to have to do it. She took another look at the unconscious doctor, still extremely worried and panicking a bit.
Logan: We’re not quite ready for phone calls. Tonight, Crystal, someone is going to die. It’s either you, I, or the sandwich loving doctor here.
He dug into the inside of his jacket, retrieving a revolver, and pointing it at Crystals face.
Logan: So let’s put that phone down.
Crystal: You won't shoot me. I'm calling them!
He pulled the hammer back with his thumb making a subtle click.
Logan: Of course I would! Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten how you and I get around guns.
Then he stuck the barrel to his own temple.
Logan: It’s time to see how much you really care, Crystal. I’m going to count to ten, and if the doctor isn’t deceased within that time then I’m going to pull the trigger and cover this room with my genius bits.
He grinned.
Logan: And if you even think of grabbing the gun… if I see your hand flinch towards mine even in the slightest, then boom!
He began counting down someones impending doom.
Logan: One! Told you I could bring some fun into the bedroom. Two!
Tears kept rolling down her cheeks as she continued to watch Logan. She really hoped this was just a bad dream.
Crystal: I can't kill anyone, Logan. Not again. Please don't do this.
Logan: Three! Which is the same number of knives under the bed.
Crystal: Logan! Please! Please stop it!
She cried even harder.
Logan: Four!
She looks down at the still unmoving doctor, she simply couldn't bring herself to hurt him.
Crystal: I'm not doing this, Logan. I'm not!
Crystal stood up and tried to walk away from the situation she'd found herself in.
Logan: Five! The age you shot your mother. Six! You do understand that not making a decision makes a decision in itself?
He chuckled maybe his last laugh.
Logan: Seven!
Crystal stopped still, looking down at her hands and shaking her head.
Crystal: I can't do this. I can't have blood on my hands, not again! If you shoot yourself that's your own doing. It has nothing to do with me!
Logan: Eight! Yes, you tell yourself that every night for the rest of your life. I admire your resilience for sleep.
She closed her eyes, imagining that she was anywhere but here, hung her head and said two final words.
Crystal: Nine, Ten.
For the first and inevitably last time, he showed her a frown, then snapped the trigger, a bang succeeded followed by the swoosh of spiraling metal puncturing the wall inches from Crystals head.
Logan: I am disappointed… for the both of us.
The blonde opened her eyes, noticing that Logan hadn't actually shot anyone and then, anger raging within her because of what Logan had just put her through, she stormed forward and SLAPPED him across his face.
Crystal: Don't you EVER do that to me again!
He sadly nodded, nursing his cheek.
Logan: You're just more amusing that way. I was just joking…
He genuinely appeared apologetic. Crystal looked over at her doctor who was still not moving. Despite the fact that he'd wanted to take her away from Logan, take her away from her lover, she couldn't leave him like this. She just couldn't.
Crystal: Are you going to let me call for help now? I don't believe you did that to him. Do you realize what he could do to us now? To our relationship? He already thinks it's… Stockholm syndrome?
He nodded in agreement like a child being scolded by his parent, all the while idly slipping the gun underneath the crook of his arm and aiming the barrel at the doctors skull.
Logan: I'm sorry. You are absolutely right. Can you forgive me, you do understand I just wanted to cheer you up don't you?
Crystal nodded her head, placing her hand onto Logan's cheek which she'd just slapped and rubbed it a bit with her thumb. Her gentle loving touch annoyed him to no end, he squeezed his hands in frustration and in result of currently handling a gun - the trigger squeezed as well and bits of red along with pink skull splashed from the doctors head across Logan and Crystals faces. Logan blinked some brains off his eyelids, looking at Crystal in shock like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Crystal: W…….
She looked at all the blood that was now covering her entire body and fainted, hitting the floor hard and falling unconscious.
Logan: Crystal…?
She was out. He sighed. Who the hell was supposed to clean up this mess now. After a few moments he shrugged, pushing the doctor off the bed and laying down back in the bed for a nap himself. The doctors half headless corpse fell onto Crystals sleeping body.
Several hours passed as Crystal finally woke up. She was back in her bed, naked. She immediately shrieked as she sat up, the bed sheet clinging to her hour glass figure. She looked around the room looking for all the blood she'd previously seen, but she didn't find any. The room was weirdly clean. Cleaner than it was before.
Crystal: Was that just a dream?
He heard her mumbling to herself, pretending to be asleep himself and hoping she'd shut up soon. Crystal looked across the other end of the bed, sure enough Logan was there, seemingly fast asleep. She sighed a happy sigh of relief and then started shaking Logan trying her hardest to wake him up.
Crystal: Logan! Wake up, I had a bad dream again.
He rolled over, seemingly dead to the world, his arm slung over Crystals face now while he began snoring. Not giving up, she climbed up on top of the OCW wrestler, straddling him and shaking him by his shoulders.
Crystal: Logan!
He slowly opened his eyes into a lazy glare.
Logan: … what?
She cuddled him tightly, placing her head onto his chest.
Crystal: I had a bad dream again. This one was even worse than the one I had last time. You brought… ummmm, no… you had… hmmmm.
Crystal paused and thought for a minute trying to remember what had happened in her dream, she was already starting to forget it.
Crystal: Okay I can't remember exactly what happened, all I remember is that you shot someone and there was so much blood!
She sighed a happy sigh of relief again as she cuddled Logan even deeper.
Crystal: I'm so glad it was just a dream.
Logan: I too appear to be having a nightmare.
He groaned.
Logan: Would you remove your naked warm carcass off my body, please?
He wondered how many windows she'd have to fly through before she finally left him. Crystal nodded her head as she climbed off of Logan.
Crystal: You're right, I have morning breath, it's not nice. Anyway…
She flipped onto her stomach and looked up at Logan with her big blue eyes.
Crystal: What we doing today? Any plans?
He had been up all night… cleaning. He was in no mood to get out of bed now.
Logan: Not particularly. Did you have anything in mind that didn't involve me?
He grinned, a speck of blood staining his front tooth. Crystal didn't notice the blood as she leant on Logans chest looking up at him.
Crystal: If I tell you something do you promise not to get angry?
Logan: Of course not.
He petted the back of her head like one may do with a deceased loved one.
Crystal: Okay, good. So last week I went to see one of my old doctors. He helps me with my… problems. He's actually a really nice guy, I'm sure even you'd like him. Anyway, for some reason after I spoke about our relationship he got it into his head that what I felt for you isn't real love. That I don't truly love you. I told him he didn't know what he was talking about of course. But honestly, it kind of got me thinking and I'd actually quite like it if we did something nice together today. It'd be really sweet… especially if you bought me flowers. Maybe roses.
This is why he avoided relationships, but she was like a leech that couldn't be burned off.
Logan: How about…
He appeared to put deep thought into his next word.
Logan: No.
This wasn't the answer Crystal had expected as she looked up at him quite confused.
Crystal: No to buying me flowers, or no to all of it? Logan… please? It'd mean a lot to me.
Logan: Maybe I already have flowers. Maybe you shouldn't ask for them. Maybe these types of things are meant to be a surprise!
He had one for her alright. She smiled sweetly up at him, extremely love filled.
Crystal: You really bought me flowers? Awwww Logan, I love you so much.
She climbed up his body a bit and before he could push her away again she kissed him on his lips.
Crystal: See this is the Logan I wish you'd show other people. They all think I'm crazy for being with you but really you're a complete sweetheart.
Crystal put her head back down on Logans chest and started drawing little hearts onto his skin with her finger nail.
Logan: It's not exactly roses, sweets, but it's wrapped, and just for you!
Inside their fridge was a plate; a plate with the doctors stomach neatly placed, which he surely suspected held a sandwich within - one this brat of his had made for him.
Logan: It's okay, Cris. Not everyone appreciates a good joke like you do. Eventually some day others will come to feel the same about me as you have.
She didn't understand what he meant as she raised an eyebrow at Logan as she looked up at him.
Crystal: Appreciates a good joke? Logan! You aren't a joke! What are you talking about?
Logan: I meant my jokes in general.
He playfully pinched her cheek.
Logan: You know what's really funny?
Crystal stopped and thought about this question for some time, she didn't want to get this wrong. Logan would be so happy and impressed with her if she got this right.
Crystal: Ummm, that… Sarah Twilight took out Kitty Petrova?
Crystal crossed her fingers out of Logan's view hoping she'd got this right.
He gave her a shifty eye.
Logan: Sarah, the woman who tried to kill me and left me to burn to death? Not quite the laugh I was thinking of. No, Crystal, this joke is a real gut buster, and if you'd like the punchline I recommend you begin by making me a sandwich.
Not that she needed much encouragement, he gave her a loving peck on the lips in hopes she'd scurry off to the fridge and find her present.
Crystal: Huh? How is me making you a sandwich funny?
She thought about this for some time, once again not understanding her future husband, until she gave him a sad look like he'd just really upset her.
Crystal: Wait… are you trying to say that I make bad sandwiches? And that me trying to make them for you is somehow funny?
She pushed herself away from Logan, not very happy with him at all right now.
Crystal: Why do you always have to ruin nice moments by not being very nice to me? I know my sandwiches aren't the best but at least I try, Logan! Next time I'll just get your sandwiches from Subway.
A single tear came into her eye as she looked at Logan.
Logan: You helpless girl. I've been trying to hint you into… sigh, nevermind. The joke isn't funny if I have to explain it!
He figured she'd check the fridge soon enough. She did have the appetite of a pig.
Logan: Come here… no need to cry.
She didn't need to be asked twice, as she once again pounced on top of Logan, smothering him kisses and cuddles.
Crystal: I'm sorry for being so emotional. It just worries me because people are already questioning our relationship and I feel AWFUL when I don't understand your jokes and… what if you found yourself a girl who DID understand your jokes? Just the thought of losing you, Logan… it scares me to death.
Logan: Another girl?!
He thought about a hooker he paid to dress up as Langston last week.
Logan: Never. You're the only thing next to blood that beats for this heart.
Crystal: Awwww!
Once again Crystal attacked Logan with kisses.
Crystal: Can we… I mean… if you wanted… what if we went to Las Vegas, like they did in that movie I made you watch the other night, and got married? I love you, Logan. I know you love me. Let's do it! You don't have anything better to do this week, I'm pretty sure Langston is going to be busy with Vossler until the pay-per-view.
What a mood killer.
Logan: You really want to bring up Vossler to me right now and how BUSY he is with MY champion?
He pushed her aside along with the marriage proposal.
Logan: I was…
He looked down beneath the sheets at his groin.
Logan: Rather close to giving you an early birthday present and now you've ruined it. I was even going to put a bun in that oven.
They had never done it. Ever. He didn't see the joy in that particular joke. He was more fond of the one she would later discover in the refrigerator.
Crystal: Logan…
She looked at him giving him the biggest saddest puppy dog look she could pull off, she really didn't mean to annoy him.
Crystal: I'm sorry, all I meant was that until Redacted you've pretty much got a break from work. We have plenty of time to go to Vegas together.
Logan: And get married?
He started laughing.
Logan: Marry the man who made you kill your own mother. Oh, that's a hit. You're more fun than a bag of kittens.
He blew her a smooch. Crystal sighed as she looked at Logan. He obviously let other people's thoughts and opinions get to him far more than she did.
Crystal: I wish you wouldn't get all consumed by what other people think about us, hun. Yes some bad things happened in the past but that was nearly twenty years ago! If you just showed them who you really are, like you show me, I'm sure they'd love you just as much as I do.
Logan: And who am I? The boyfriend who beats you and never pleases you… that's who. I don't concern myself with what everyone or anyone else thinks. I hit you because sometimes you deserve it, and sometimes it's just fun -
She placed a single finger onto his lips keeping him quiet as she looked at him in an extremely loving, caring way.
Crystal: Stop it. That isn't you at all and we both know it's not. I love you, Logan…
Crystal removed her finger and pecked Logan on his lips.
Crystal: I love you so much, baby. It doesn't bother me what other people think about us, please don't let it bother you. The only people whose thoughts and opinions matter in OUR relationship are OURS! If you're so worried about what other people think, just show them otherwise. Just show them what you show me.
He rolled an eye.
Logan: I'm not the one seeing doctors or seeking relationship advice.
Then he wiped her kiss off his lips.
Logan: Why are you being such an emotional love drunk goodie girl lately?
Crystal shook her head.
Crystal: No, Logan, you're wrong. I didn't go to see a doctor for relationship advice. Whilst I was there all I did was talk about how LOVELY and how AMAZING you are. Please don't think I went out of my way to seek them out because of any recent events, I HAVE to go see them because of my past. I'm not sure for how long I need to see them but generally speaking it's just… I go in, have a drink and maybe a piece of cake, talk about how good my life is right now and then come home again. Nothing bad came out of it at all, I promise. They thought I might have some issues I need to work on, but I don't. They just want more money or to prolong this unnecessarily.
He wished he cared for such insignificant matters.
Logan: You poor thing. Well I guess that explains it…
He looked down at her plump rear.
Logan: The cake.
He snickered.
Logan: Second on the lips…
Then planted a wet kiss on her mouth.
Logan: Lifetime on the hips! Haha.
Crystal looked down at her body, sure enough she was curvy in all the right places with large breasts and a mouthwatering hourglass figure, but she’d never viewed herself as “fat”. She prodded herself in her hip looking at the squishiness.
Crystal: You… really think I'm fat?
Logan: Lighten up, fatso. I was merely joking.
Crystal: Logan… do you really?
Logan: Not in the slightest. You're beautiful just the way you are.
She nodded her head, making a mental note to lay off the cake and to work out and go to the gym far more than she already did. She wanted her body, her appearance and everything else about her to be absolutely perfect for Logan.
Crystal: So… Vegas?
Logan: How about North Korea?
Crystal raised an eyebrow at Logan, she knew that was where Redacted was taking place but she had no idea they did weddings there.
Crystal: You mean you want to get married there? Do they even DO weddings in North Korea?
Logan: Does it matter where you think we're getting married? The only thing I want to marry is the Savage championship. That belt deserves a better job, and I'm the one who can do it. I might actually give my number one contenders some attention!
He slammed a fist into his thigh. Crystal grabbed hold of Logan's wrist and shook her head at him.
Crystal: Baby what are you doing? Can you please stop getting so wound up about work? Our marriage is far more special than a wrestling championship. Titles come and titles go but our wedding rings will be with us forever!
Logan: … don't make me laugh.
Crystal: I'm serious, Logan. I'd never leave or divorce you, you know I wouldn't.
Logan: Yes. I am quite aware of that.
He pulled his wrist out of her hands.
Logan: What is it exactly that you expect from me?
Crystal: What do I “expect” from you? Nothing, babe. I just want you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted.
Logan: So… I'll never want to make love to you or whatever that disgusting term means. Just so you know.
She was a pawn to him. A shield. A scapegoat.
Crystal: Wait…
She let out a very cute sounding giggle and looked at Logan with love in her eyes.
Crystal: Are you doing one of those “would you love me if…” things? Because if you are the answer is “yes”... to all of it. My love for you is unconditional. It always will be.
He raised an eyebrow. Nothing could chase this brat away could it?
Logan: You mean you're okay with marrying me and never performing nor receiving an ounce of sex for the rest of our married days?
Crystal paused for a minute, obviously she wouldn't want that to actually happen but at the same time she could also never imagine her life without Logan.
Crystal: I mean, if that was really what you wanted, yes, Logan. I told you, I'd love you and be with you no matter what.
Wow. She was more insane than he initially imagined.
Logan: Ha! Would you cover up any future crimes I may or may not commit or take the fall for them?
Again she paused.
Crystal: Logan, I don't think you understand just how much I love you. I would literally DIE for you. And before you go thinking I'm crazy, which I know you are, it isn't me being crazy it's just what a girl is like when she's in love.
This should be fun. His own personal human pet in the palm of his hand, wrapped around his fingers.
Logan: Should we make a baby now?
He tried to remember where the turkey syringe was and how one would go about extracting Mel Gibson's sperm.
Crystal: Hahaha, thank God! For a second there I thought you were serious about us having a sexless marriage!
Logan: I'd never do that to you! You can have sex with whomever you wanted to.
Crystal raised an eyebrow at Logan.
Crystal: Ummm, hunny, you're my husband. I only want to have sex with you. Or are you saying you want to have an open relationship? Because honestly, I don't think I'm…. capable of doing something like that. If another girl touched you….
She stopped herself before she continued, but she knew she'd do terrible, terrible things. She didn't like being jealous nor did she have the ability to even handle such a thing.
Logan: Not me. Just you. You remember the last and only time you tried to have your way with me? It took days to recover. You literally sucked the joy from my soul. You know I don't like that stuff.
Crystal giggled a bit as she leaned into Logan, pressing herself against him and kissing him down his neck and chest.
Crystal: It's okay, babe, I know I'm your first. When I lost my virginity I was in pain for about a week, but it starts to get much much more enjoyable after a while.
Crystal continued to kiss down Logan's chest as she slowly tickled her fingernails down his stomach and beneath the bed sheets.
Logan: No!
He grabbed her hands and lifted them away.
Logan: Tell you what. You check the fridge, then bring your present back here, and then maybe I'll have the stomach for this.
Crystal grinned coyly at her future husband and shook her head.
Crystal: Nope.
Before Logan even knew what she was doing, Crystal leaned across him, opened up the bedside cabinet and pulled out a pair of handcuffs she'd previously bought without telling him. She quickly cuffs his wrists and binds his arms above his head to the bed post.
Crystal: You're my present.
A wolf would chew off its own paw to escape danger. He however could not reach his hand, not with his teeth at least, and he wasn't a wolf. This crazed brat would be his doom.
Logan: I have a match this Monday! Now stop messing around and uncuff me. I'm not your damn sex slave.
Crystal continued to smile at Logan as she licked her lips.
Crystal: Oh I'm not done yet.
She reached back into the cabinet and pulled out a fur gag, which she immediately placed into Logan's mouth, winking at him.
Crystal: Just relax and enjoy it.
The gag tickled the inside of his mouth forcing a cough. He could work with this. He faked choking on the fur, waiting for her to remove it so he could chomp off a finger. It didn't work though, she was too smart to fall for that, besides she knew that Logan would enjoy himself once he'd submitted to her. Crystal kissed and scratched her nails down Logan's sides until she went under the covers.
Thirty minutes later Logan and Crystal once again laid side by side in the bed, both of them still naked and sweaty. Logan had had his gag removed but he was still handcuffed to the bed. Turned out Crystal didn't like the gag, it stopped her from kissing her future husband. With a grin she looked across at Logan, who still looked fairly out of it.
Crystal: Logan, baby, I've got a confession to make. I'm not actually on the pill. I want to have your baby, and I WILL have your baby. Even if I need to do this all week long.
He felt broken. Tamed. Then his fear peeked even further when she threatened him with a week of this.
Logan: I'm sure it worked. Uh… can you cover me? Please?
How exposing and vulnerable she made him. Was he seriously considering asking her permission? What had she done. He was beginning to think this may be an actual weakness.
Crystal: Only if you admit that you actually like it. I don't want to be having babies with a guy who won't touch me once I'm pregnant. Not that I'd really even give you a choice in the matter. I just love you so much, baby. Just tell me you love it and me too and I promise I'll look after you forever.
She smiled sweetly at him as she placed her hand onto her stomach.
Crystal: Is it weird that… like… it’s almost like I can feel them swimming inside of me. They know exactly where they're going.
Crystal cuddled up into Logan's naked, exposed body.
Crystal: Tell me how much you love your babies.
He hadn't experienced genuine fear in forever, not even in the face of certain demise when tied to a chair surrounded by nothing but flames. Crystal, though, was something to fear. He wanted to apologize for any of the times he ever struck her. He needed to get out of these cuffs and hide the doctors organ from the fridge in case she found it and became upset. Why was he worried about making her mad, what the hell had she done?
Logan: Y-yes… you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Thank you so much for letting me have you, or you have me… I suppose I'm the one who got fucked in that -
He stopped, not wanting to offend her.
Logan: I truly love you. Baby, I um, feel a bit cold… can you please uh…
Crystal reached down and pulled the bed covers over the two of them, kissing Logan sweetly on his cheek as she cuddled into him.
Crystal: If we have a girl I think I'd like to call her Amber, you know, after my Mommy. I think she'd like that.
Logan: You going to kill her too?
The words came out before he could swallow them. If his hands weren't cuffed he would have covered his mouth. Crystal just looked across at her soon to be husband, as she once again climbed on top of him, pinning him down even further onto the bed.
Crystal: Logan, you know how much I love you, right? Like, I would literally do anything for you? Well imagine that, but up it by about a million and that's how I feel about my babies.
She reached across into the bedside cabinet one final time, this time fetching out her old switchblade, which she immediately held against his throat, pressing it in a little bit and actually making him bleed a bit.
Crystal: You know how I'd die for you? Well, I'd KILL for them. So I want you to know one thing…
She placed a wet kiss onto his lips as she held the blade in place.
Crystal: If you ever say, or do, anything mean to my babies I will gut you like a fish and throw your remains into the fire that Sarah Twilight started. Understood? Good!
Crystal nodded her head at her lover and gave him another kiss as she cuddled up into him, tossing the blade across the bedroom.
Crystal: I love you so much.
Logan: … I love you too.
He prayed she believed that. He swallowed hard, trying to erase away the feeling of having a blade against his throat and the fear of thinking this was how it ended - a blonde nude chick slitting him open. He thanked God when she disposed of the knife.
He shoved a plastic wrapped loaf of bread into the sleeping face of Crystal. Half asleep she opened her eyes a little bit.
Crystal: Wha? Logan, what time is it? Go back to sleep…
Logan: It’s time for some fuckin’ answers!
The poor loaf of bread, completely innocent in this, gets thrown against the wall. Crystal rolled over to face Logan, rubbing her eyes a bit not having a clue what was going on.
Crystal: Logan, what's gotten into you? What's wrong?
Logan: It certainly wasn’t a sandwich. So, would you like to enlighten me on why we’re short on bread?
Answering a question with a question, he was sure she had been out whoring her kitchen skills to other men. This was HIS personal sandwich maker. The whole reason he tolerated the brat was for the occasional sandwich, she sure wasn’t doing much else for him.
Crystal: I'll go to the store in the morning, Logan. I didn't realize we were all out. I'm sorry.
Crystal looked at her phone checking the time, it was 4:23am, she really hoped Logan wasn't going to send her to get it right now, she was still tired.
Logan: Is that so…
With the insatiable hunger of a pregnant woman, he further prodded her for answers.
Logan: Doesn’t quite explain the bread shortage.
Crystal sighed a little bit as she looked up at Logan who was still standing over her looking quite intimidating.
Crystal: We probably ate it, hun, I promise I'll go get some more in the morning. Can you please come back to bed? It's like 4am!
Logan: Oh, of course, sweets. I’d love to ‘come back’ to bed. However, I feel that spot in your sleepy domain is reserved for… WHOEVER YOU’RE MAKING SANDWICHES FOR!
He turned on the bedside lamp, bringing light to the room and current situation as well. Crystal sat up, sighing to herself as she swung her legs around to the side of the bed and sat there for a short while not very happy at all.
Crystal: Okay, I'm up. I'll go get you some more bread. I didn't even know we were all out, I'd have gotten you some more yesterday had I known.
Logan: It’s okay. Don’t you worry your little head about it. I already picked up a fresh loaf, along with the accomplice you’re making treats for while you plot my demise.
Crystal: Logan, hunny, what are you talking about? I'm not making anything for anybody else let alone plotting your demise…
He headed over to the closet, swinging back the double doors, a beaten and sweaty man rolled up like a stiff frozen sausage in duct tape fell forward and onto the carpet. Logan ripped out some of the mans hair when yanking him up to his feet and slinging him onto Crystals lap. It was the doctor she previously had a session with during the week. Crystal gasped in pure horror as she rolled him off of her and onto the bed. She placed her ear to his chest to check that he was still alive as tears came into her eyes.
Crystal: Logan what have you done?! You need to call an ambulance!
Crystal looked up at Logan, her face now white, tears in her eyes as she started to cry.
Crystal: Logan! Please call an ambulance!
Logan: You got it, toots!
He left the room. Outside of the door he childly mimicked a siren sound, then abruptly knocked, throwing a serious tone in his voice.
Logan: I heard we had a deceiving Doctor with a stomach full of Logan’s sandwiches in pain. Can you open the door ma’am?
He kicked it down anyway, making his reentry into the bedroom wearing a fireman's hard hat. Crystal was still crying, trying her hardest to get a response out of her doctor.
Crystal: This isn't funny, Logan! They're going to take me away from you for sure now! You'll get taken away and locked away in jail. Why did you do this?!
Crystal wiped a few of her tears away and cried even harder as she thought about losing Logan, again. Logan, however, was fully in character and pushed Crystal aside attending to the doctor.
Logan: A little room please.
He planted an ear down onto the doctors chest, then turned his head to the empty doorway as if speaking to an unseen presence.
Logan: I’ve got a pulse!
He then looked up to Crystal.
Logan: Friend of yours?
Crystal: LOGAN! STOP IT!
She snapped at him, which was not like Crystal at all but these weren't exactly normal circumstances.
Crystal: You know exactly who he is. How COULD you do this to him?! He was HELPING me!
He sighed, letting the hard hat fall to his side and onto the bed.
Logan: I was only gunning for a bit of fun. You seemed down this week, visiting doctors, and such. I thought we could spice things up and bring some fun into the bed like you always hint about. See? I care about you.
Crystal: Logan! This is serious! He needs help!
She reached down and picked up her phone knowing that Logan wasn't going to call the authorities, she was going to have to do it. She took another look at the unconscious doctor, still extremely worried and panicking a bit.
Logan: We’re not quite ready for phone calls. Tonight, Crystal, someone is going to die. It’s either you, I, or the sandwich loving doctor here.
He dug into the inside of his jacket, retrieving a revolver, and pointing it at Crystals face.
Logan: So let’s put that phone down.
Crystal: You won't shoot me. I'm calling them!
He pulled the hammer back with his thumb making a subtle click.
Logan: Of course I would! Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten how you and I get around guns.
Then he stuck the barrel to his own temple.
Logan: It’s time to see how much you really care, Crystal. I’m going to count to ten, and if the doctor isn’t deceased within that time then I’m going to pull the trigger and cover this room with my genius bits.
He grinned.
Logan: And if you even think of grabbing the gun… if I see your hand flinch towards mine even in the slightest, then boom!
He began counting down someones impending doom.
Logan: One! Told you I could bring some fun into the bedroom. Two!
Tears kept rolling down her cheeks as she continued to watch Logan. She really hoped this was just a bad dream.
Crystal: I can't kill anyone, Logan. Not again. Please don't do this.
Logan: Three! Which is the same number of knives under the bed.
Crystal: Logan! Please! Please stop it!
She cried even harder.
Logan: Four!
She looks down at the still unmoving doctor, she simply couldn't bring herself to hurt him.
Crystal: I'm not doing this, Logan. I'm not!
Crystal stood up and tried to walk away from the situation she'd found herself in.
Logan: Five! The age you shot your mother. Six! You do understand that not making a decision makes a decision in itself?
He chuckled maybe his last laugh.
Logan: Seven!
Crystal stopped still, looking down at her hands and shaking her head.
Crystal: I can't do this. I can't have blood on my hands, not again! If you shoot yourself that's your own doing. It has nothing to do with me!
Logan: Eight! Yes, you tell yourself that every night for the rest of your life. I admire your resilience for sleep.
She closed her eyes, imagining that she was anywhere but here, hung her head and said two final words.
Crystal: Nine, Ten.
For the first and inevitably last time, he showed her a frown, then snapped the trigger, a bang succeeded followed by the swoosh of spiraling metal puncturing the wall inches from Crystals head.
Logan: I am disappointed… for the both of us.
The blonde opened her eyes, noticing that Logan hadn't actually shot anyone and then, anger raging within her because of what Logan had just put her through, she stormed forward and SLAPPED him across his face.
Crystal: Don't you EVER do that to me again!
He sadly nodded, nursing his cheek.
Logan: You're just more amusing that way. I was just joking…
He genuinely appeared apologetic. Crystal looked over at her doctor who was still not moving. Despite the fact that he'd wanted to take her away from Logan, take her away from her lover, she couldn't leave him like this. She just couldn't.
Crystal: Are you going to let me call for help now? I don't believe you did that to him. Do you realize what he could do to us now? To our relationship? He already thinks it's… Stockholm syndrome?
He nodded in agreement like a child being scolded by his parent, all the while idly slipping the gun underneath the crook of his arm and aiming the barrel at the doctors skull.
Logan: I'm sorry. You are absolutely right. Can you forgive me, you do understand I just wanted to cheer you up don't you?
Crystal nodded her head, placing her hand onto Logan's cheek which she'd just slapped and rubbed it a bit with her thumb. Her gentle loving touch annoyed him to no end, he squeezed his hands in frustration and in result of currently handling a gun - the trigger squeezed as well and bits of red along with pink skull splashed from the doctors head across Logan and Crystals faces. Logan blinked some brains off his eyelids, looking at Crystal in shock like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Crystal: W…….
She looked at all the blood that was now covering her entire body and fainted, hitting the floor hard and falling unconscious.
Logan: Crystal…?
She was out. He sighed. Who the hell was supposed to clean up this mess now. After a few moments he shrugged, pushing the doctor off the bed and laying down back in the bed for a nap himself. The doctors half headless corpse fell onto Crystals sleeping body.
Several hours passed as Crystal finally woke up. She was back in her bed, naked. She immediately shrieked as she sat up, the bed sheet clinging to her hour glass figure. She looked around the room looking for all the blood she'd previously seen, but she didn't find any. The room was weirdly clean. Cleaner than it was before.
Crystal: Was that just a dream?
He heard her mumbling to herself, pretending to be asleep himself and hoping she'd shut up soon. Crystal looked across the other end of the bed, sure enough Logan was there, seemingly fast asleep. She sighed a happy sigh of relief and then started shaking Logan trying her hardest to wake him up.
Crystal: Logan! Wake up, I had a bad dream again.
He rolled over, seemingly dead to the world, his arm slung over Crystals face now while he began snoring. Not giving up, she climbed up on top of the OCW wrestler, straddling him and shaking him by his shoulders.
Crystal: Logan!
He slowly opened his eyes into a lazy glare.
Logan: … what?
She cuddled him tightly, placing her head onto his chest.
Crystal: I had a bad dream again. This one was even worse than the one I had last time. You brought… ummmm, no… you had… hmmmm.
Crystal paused and thought for a minute trying to remember what had happened in her dream, she was already starting to forget it.
Crystal: Okay I can't remember exactly what happened, all I remember is that you shot someone and there was so much blood!
She sighed a happy sigh of relief again as she cuddled Logan even deeper.
Crystal: I'm so glad it was just a dream.
Logan: I too appear to be having a nightmare.
He groaned.
Logan: Would you remove your naked warm carcass off my body, please?
He wondered how many windows she'd have to fly through before she finally left him. Crystal nodded her head as she climbed off of Logan.
Crystal: You're right, I have morning breath, it's not nice. Anyway…
She flipped onto her stomach and looked up at Logan with her big blue eyes.
Crystal: What we doing today? Any plans?
He had been up all night… cleaning. He was in no mood to get out of bed now.
Logan: Not particularly. Did you have anything in mind that didn't involve me?
He grinned, a speck of blood staining his front tooth. Crystal didn't notice the blood as she leant on Logans chest looking up at him.
Crystal: If I tell you something do you promise not to get angry?
Logan: Of course not.
He petted the back of her head like one may do with a deceased loved one.
Crystal: Okay, good. So last week I went to see one of my old doctors. He helps me with my… problems. He's actually a really nice guy, I'm sure even you'd like him. Anyway, for some reason after I spoke about our relationship he got it into his head that what I felt for you isn't real love. That I don't truly love you. I told him he didn't know what he was talking about of course. But honestly, it kind of got me thinking and I'd actually quite like it if we did something nice together today. It'd be really sweet… especially if you bought me flowers. Maybe roses.
This is why he avoided relationships, but she was like a leech that couldn't be burned off.
Logan: How about…
He appeared to put deep thought into his next word.
Logan: No.
This wasn't the answer Crystal had expected as she looked up at him quite confused.
Crystal: No to buying me flowers, or no to all of it? Logan… please? It'd mean a lot to me.
Logan: Maybe I already have flowers. Maybe you shouldn't ask for them. Maybe these types of things are meant to be a surprise!
He had one for her alright. She smiled sweetly up at him, extremely love filled.
Crystal: You really bought me flowers? Awwww Logan, I love you so much.
She climbed up his body a bit and before he could push her away again she kissed him on his lips.
Crystal: See this is the Logan I wish you'd show other people. They all think I'm crazy for being with you but really you're a complete sweetheart.
Crystal put her head back down on Logans chest and started drawing little hearts onto his skin with her finger nail.
Logan: It's not exactly roses, sweets, but it's wrapped, and just for you!
Inside their fridge was a plate; a plate with the doctors stomach neatly placed, which he surely suspected held a sandwich within - one this brat of his had made for him.
Logan: It's okay, Cris. Not everyone appreciates a good joke like you do. Eventually some day others will come to feel the same about me as you have.
She didn't understand what he meant as she raised an eyebrow at Logan as she looked up at him.
Crystal: Appreciates a good joke? Logan! You aren't a joke! What are you talking about?
Logan: I meant my jokes in general.
He playfully pinched her cheek.
Logan: You know what's really funny?
Crystal stopped and thought about this question for some time, she didn't want to get this wrong. Logan would be so happy and impressed with her if she got this right.
Crystal: Ummm, that… Sarah Twilight took out Kitty Petrova?
Crystal crossed her fingers out of Logan's view hoping she'd got this right.
He gave her a shifty eye.
Logan: Sarah, the woman who tried to kill me and left me to burn to death? Not quite the laugh I was thinking of. No, Crystal, this joke is a real gut buster, and if you'd like the punchline I recommend you begin by making me a sandwich.
Not that she needed much encouragement, he gave her a loving peck on the lips in hopes she'd scurry off to the fridge and find her present.
Crystal: Huh? How is me making you a sandwich funny?
She thought about this for some time, once again not understanding her future husband, until she gave him a sad look like he'd just really upset her.
Crystal: Wait… are you trying to say that I make bad sandwiches? And that me trying to make them for you is somehow funny?
She pushed herself away from Logan, not very happy with him at all right now.
Crystal: Why do you always have to ruin nice moments by not being very nice to me? I know my sandwiches aren't the best but at least I try, Logan! Next time I'll just get your sandwiches from Subway.
A single tear came into her eye as she looked at Logan.
Logan: You helpless girl. I've been trying to hint you into… sigh, nevermind. The joke isn't funny if I have to explain it!
He figured she'd check the fridge soon enough. She did have the appetite of a pig.
Logan: Come here… no need to cry.
She didn't need to be asked twice, as she once again pounced on top of Logan, smothering him kisses and cuddles.
Crystal: I'm sorry for being so emotional. It just worries me because people are already questioning our relationship and I feel AWFUL when I don't understand your jokes and… what if you found yourself a girl who DID understand your jokes? Just the thought of losing you, Logan… it scares me to death.
Logan: Another girl?!
He thought about a hooker he paid to dress up as Langston last week.
Logan: Never. You're the only thing next to blood that beats for this heart.
Crystal: Awwww!
Once again Crystal attacked Logan with kisses.
Crystal: Can we… I mean… if you wanted… what if we went to Las Vegas, like they did in that movie I made you watch the other night, and got married? I love you, Logan. I know you love me. Let's do it! You don't have anything better to do this week, I'm pretty sure Langston is going to be busy with Vossler until the pay-per-view.
What a mood killer.
Logan: You really want to bring up Vossler to me right now and how BUSY he is with MY champion?
He pushed her aside along with the marriage proposal.
Logan: I was…
He looked down beneath the sheets at his groin.
Logan: Rather close to giving you an early birthday present and now you've ruined it. I was even going to put a bun in that oven.
They had never done it. Ever. He didn't see the joy in that particular joke. He was more fond of the one she would later discover in the refrigerator.
Crystal: Logan…
She looked at him giving him the biggest saddest puppy dog look she could pull off, she really didn't mean to annoy him.
Crystal: I'm sorry, all I meant was that until Redacted you've pretty much got a break from work. We have plenty of time to go to Vegas together.
Logan: And get married?
He started laughing.
Logan: Marry the man who made you kill your own mother. Oh, that's a hit. You're more fun than a bag of kittens.
He blew her a smooch. Crystal sighed as she looked at Logan. He obviously let other people's thoughts and opinions get to him far more than she did.
Crystal: I wish you wouldn't get all consumed by what other people think about us, hun. Yes some bad things happened in the past but that was nearly twenty years ago! If you just showed them who you really are, like you show me, I'm sure they'd love you just as much as I do.
Logan: And who am I? The boyfriend who beats you and never pleases you… that's who. I don't concern myself with what everyone or anyone else thinks. I hit you because sometimes you deserve it, and sometimes it's just fun -
She placed a single finger onto his lips keeping him quiet as she looked at him in an extremely loving, caring way.
Crystal: Stop it. That isn't you at all and we both know it's not. I love you, Logan…
Crystal removed her finger and pecked Logan on his lips.
Crystal: I love you so much, baby. It doesn't bother me what other people think about us, please don't let it bother you. The only people whose thoughts and opinions matter in OUR relationship are OURS! If you're so worried about what other people think, just show them otherwise. Just show them what you show me.
He rolled an eye.
Logan: I'm not the one seeing doctors or seeking relationship advice.
Then he wiped her kiss off his lips.
Logan: Why are you being such an emotional love drunk goodie girl lately?
Crystal shook her head.
Crystal: No, Logan, you're wrong. I didn't go to see a doctor for relationship advice. Whilst I was there all I did was talk about how LOVELY and how AMAZING you are. Please don't think I went out of my way to seek them out because of any recent events, I HAVE to go see them because of my past. I'm not sure for how long I need to see them but generally speaking it's just… I go in, have a drink and maybe a piece of cake, talk about how good my life is right now and then come home again. Nothing bad came out of it at all, I promise. They thought I might have some issues I need to work on, but I don't. They just want more money or to prolong this unnecessarily.
He wished he cared for such insignificant matters.
Logan: You poor thing. Well I guess that explains it…
He looked down at her plump rear.
Logan: The cake.
He snickered.
Logan: Second on the lips…
Then planted a wet kiss on her mouth.
Logan: Lifetime on the hips! Haha.
Crystal looked down at her body, sure enough she was curvy in all the right places with large breasts and a mouthwatering hourglass figure, but she’d never viewed herself as “fat”. She prodded herself in her hip looking at the squishiness.
Crystal: You… really think I'm fat?
Logan: Lighten up, fatso. I was merely joking.
Crystal: Logan… do you really?
Logan: Not in the slightest. You're beautiful just the way you are.
She nodded her head, making a mental note to lay off the cake and to work out and go to the gym far more than she already did. She wanted her body, her appearance and everything else about her to be absolutely perfect for Logan.
Crystal: So… Vegas?
Logan: How about North Korea?
Crystal raised an eyebrow at Logan, she knew that was where Redacted was taking place but she had no idea they did weddings there.
Crystal: You mean you want to get married there? Do they even DO weddings in North Korea?
Logan: Does it matter where you think we're getting married? The only thing I want to marry is the Savage championship. That belt deserves a better job, and I'm the one who can do it. I might actually give my number one contenders some attention!
He slammed a fist into his thigh. Crystal grabbed hold of Logan's wrist and shook her head at him.
Crystal: Baby what are you doing? Can you please stop getting so wound up about work? Our marriage is far more special than a wrestling championship. Titles come and titles go but our wedding rings will be with us forever!
Logan: … don't make me laugh.
Crystal: I'm serious, Logan. I'd never leave or divorce you, you know I wouldn't.
Logan: Yes. I am quite aware of that.
He pulled his wrist out of her hands.
Logan: What is it exactly that you expect from me?
Crystal: What do I “expect” from you? Nothing, babe. I just want you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted.
Logan: So… I'll never want to make love to you or whatever that disgusting term means. Just so you know.
She was a pawn to him. A shield. A scapegoat.
Crystal: Wait…
She let out a very cute sounding giggle and looked at Logan with love in her eyes.
Crystal: Are you doing one of those “would you love me if…” things? Because if you are the answer is “yes”... to all of it. My love for you is unconditional. It always will be.
He raised an eyebrow. Nothing could chase this brat away could it?
Logan: You mean you're okay with marrying me and never performing nor receiving an ounce of sex for the rest of our married days?
Crystal paused for a minute, obviously she wouldn't want that to actually happen but at the same time she could also never imagine her life without Logan.
Crystal: I mean, if that was really what you wanted, yes, Logan. I told you, I'd love you and be with you no matter what.
Wow. She was more insane than he initially imagined.
Logan: Ha! Would you cover up any future crimes I may or may not commit or take the fall for them?
Again she paused.
Crystal: Logan, I don't think you understand just how much I love you. I would literally DIE for you. And before you go thinking I'm crazy, which I know you are, it isn't me being crazy it's just what a girl is like when she's in love.
This should be fun. His own personal human pet in the palm of his hand, wrapped around his fingers.
Logan: Should we make a baby now?
He tried to remember where the turkey syringe was and how one would go about extracting Mel Gibson's sperm.
Crystal: Hahaha, thank God! For a second there I thought you were serious about us having a sexless marriage!
Logan: I'd never do that to you! You can have sex with whomever you wanted to.
Crystal raised an eyebrow at Logan.
Crystal: Ummm, hunny, you're my husband. I only want to have sex with you. Or are you saying you want to have an open relationship? Because honestly, I don't think I'm…. capable of doing something like that. If another girl touched you….
She stopped herself before she continued, but she knew she'd do terrible, terrible things. She didn't like being jealous nor did she have the ability to even handle such a thing.
Logan: Not me. Just you. You remember the last and only time you tried to have your way with me? It took days to recover. You literally sucked the joy from my soul. You know I don't like that stuff.
Crystal giggled a bit as she leaned into Logan, pressing herself against him and kissing him down his neck and chest.
Crystal: It's okay, babe, I know I'm your first. When I lost my virginity I was in pain for about a week, but it starts to get much much more enjoyable after a while.
Crystal continued to kiss down Logan's chest as she slowly tickled her fingernails down his stomach and beneath the bed sheets.
Logan: No!
He grabbed her hands and lifted them away.
Logan: Tell you what. You check the fridge, then bring your present back here, and then maybe I'll have the stomach for this.
Crystal grinned coyly at her future husband and shook her head.
Crystal: Nope.
Before Logan even knew what she was doing, Crystal leaned across him, opened up the bedside cabinet and pulled out a pair of handcuffs she'd previously bought without telling him. She quickly cuffs his wrists and binds his arms above his head to the bed post.
Crystal: You're my present.
A wolf would chew off its own paw to escape danger. He however could not reach his hand, not with his teeth at least, and he wasn't a wolf. This crazed brat would be his doom.
Logan: I have a match this Monday! Now stop messing around and uncuff me. I'm not your damn sex slave.
Crystal continued to smile at Logan as she licked her lips.
Crystal: Oh I'm not done yet.
She reached back into the cabinet and pulled out a fur gag, which she immediately placed into Logan's mouth, winking at him.
Crystal: Just relax and enjoy it.
The gag tickled the inside of his mouth forcing a cough. He could work with this. He faked choking on the fur, waiting for her to remove it so he could chomp off a finger. It didn't work though, she was too smart to fall for that, besides she knew that Logan would enjoy himself once he'd submitted to her. Crystal kissed and scratched her nails down Logan's sides until she went under the covers.
Thirty minutes later Logan and Crystal once again laid side by side in the bed, both of them still naked and sweaty. Logan had had his gag removed but he was still handcuffed to the bed. Turned out Crystal didn't like the gag, it stopped her from kissing her future husband. With a grin she looked across at Logan, who still looked fairly out of it.
Crystal: Logan, baby, I've got a confession to make. I'm not actually on the pill. I want to have your baby, and I WILL have your baby. Even if I need to do this all week long.
He felt broken. Tamed. Then his fear peeked even further when she threatened him with a week of this.
Logan: I'm sure it worked. Uh… can you cover me? Please?
How exposing and vulnerable she made him. Was he seriously considering asking her permission? What had she done. He was beginning to think this may be an actual weakness.
Crystal: Only if you admit that you actually like it. I don't want to be having babies with a guy who won't touch me once I'm pregnant. Not that I'd really even give you a choice in the matter. I just love you so much, baby. Just tell me you love it and me too and I promise I'll look after you forever.
She smiled sweetly at him as she placed her hand onto her stomach.
Crystal: Is it weird that… like… it’s almost like I can feel them swimming inside of me. They know exactly where they're going.
Crystal cuddled up into Logan's naked, exposed body.
Crystal: Tell me how much you love your babies.
He hadn't experienced genuine fear in forever, not even in the face of certain demise when tied to a chair surrounded by nothing but flames. Crystal, though, was something to fear. He wanted to apologize for any of the times he ever struck her. He needed to get out of these cuffs and hide the doctors organ from the fridge in case she found it and became upset. Why was he worried about making her mad, what the hell had she done?
Logan: Y-yes… you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Thank you so much for letting me have you, or you have me… I suppose I'm the one who got fucked in that -
He stopped, not wanting to offend her.
Logan: I truly love you. Baby, I um, feel a bit cold… can you please uh…
Crystal reached down and pulled the bed covers over the two of them, kissing Logan sweetly on his cheek as she cuddled into him.
Crystal: If we have a girl I think I'd like to call her Amber, you know, after my Mommy. I think she'd like that.
Logan: You going to kill her too?
The words came out before he could swallow them. If his hands weren't cuffed he would have covered his mouth. Crystal just looked across at her soon to be husband, as she once again climbed on top of him, pinning him down even further onto the bed.
Crystal: Logan, you know how much I love you, right? Like, I would literally do anything for you? Well imagine that, but up it by about a million and that's how I feel about my babies.
She reached across into the bedside cabinet one final time, this time fetching out her old switchblade, which she immediately held against his throat, pressing it in a little bit and actually making him bleed a bit.
Crystal: You know how I'd die for you? Well, I'd KILL for them. So I want you to know one thing…
She placed a wet kiss onto his lips as she held the blade in place.
Crystal: If you ever say, or do, anything mean to my babies I will gut you like a fish and throw your remains into the fire that Sarah Twilight started. Understood? Good!
Crystal nodded her head at her lover and gave him another kiss as she cuddled up into him, tossing the blade across the bedroom.
Crystal: I love you so much.
Logan: … I love you too.
He prayed she believed that. He swallowed hard, trying to erase away the feeling of having a blade against his throat and the fear of thinking this was how it ended - a blonde nude chick slitting him open. He thanked God when she disposed of the knife.