And it just so happens that Aiden is going to help me get closer to that goal.

I wish I had a picture to show you. The look on his face when he realizes he’s in the ‘wood’ room is beyond classical. It’s such a good look that I can’t even describe it…

Yes, I have named all of the rooms. What? Did you not know that I was sick in the head?

The room itself looks much like the inside of an unfinished house. Pieces of wood sticking out from random places on the ceiling.

The name and description should pretty much gives it all away. Hmmm? What could you possibly do with wood and human body parts… oh, and a nail gun?

Come on! Put it all together, I know you can do it!

Yep, that’s right. I’m going to staple a few of his body parts to the wood. Fun!

I’m not really sure what the hell is wrong with Aiden’s brain. He’s the one that built the room, he knows what it’s for and yet he decides to sit there like a helpless little bitch as I grab the nail gun.

Placing his hand against a random piece of wood I pull the trigger. With each pull his screams seem to get more feminite.

I put a total of twenty-four nails in his hands. The nails in his left hand end of forming a smiley face, the right ends up forming and A. I’m not sure if I intended it to mean Ashley, or Aiden. It just kind of happened…

This kid seriously won’t shut the fuck up. How long can a scream last? I’m glad I decided to sound proof the entire house…

After a while I get sick of hearing him and I hold the nail gun dead center of his eyeball.

"If you don’t shut the hell up I swear to god I’ll fucking blind you."

His screams immediately come to a halt. But those annoying fucking whimpers are still present. With a few more threats at his eyes he loosens up, which allows me to pull his lips away from his face. The two nails go in quite smoothly if you ask me.

“Aiden you look just like a-”

A vibrating feeling in my pocket pulls me out of my ‘game’.

"Hey Spencer… Oh, nothing much just playing with my kid… An hour? Okay… Bye."

Without sparing him a look I walk out of the ‘wood’ room, shutting off the light, and locking it behind me.

~

Her tongue is currently shoved down my throat. If you hadn’t guessed before I’m not really the good girl most people think I am.

This is only the second time we’ve actually hung out and I’m already letting her feel me up.

Her right hand reaches down in between us; with practiced ease she pops the button on my jeans. To my surprise I stop her. For some reason I actually care about keeping my hymen intact. I push her hand away, tearing my lips from hers in the process.

"Ashley… I’ve never…"

"You‘ve never done anything?" She question in a husky voice.

"Y-yes, but I’ve never had anything… inside me… I’m not sure I want to lose ‘it’… yet…"

With a smirk she respond; "…Well then, I promise not to put anything inside you."