Josh’s hand slid under Bethany’s t-shirt, popping open her bra.
She giggled. “You sure we’re good here?”
“Sure, babe. It’s our private love shack.” He pulled her close, kissing her.
She unzipped him, slid her hand in. “You like that?”
He nodded, moaning.
She shoved her tongue deep into his mouth.
He shuddered, his body stiffening.
Already? she thought.
She tasted copper, pulled back. His mouth sprayed her face with blood.
She looked down. A machete tip pulled back inside his ruined belly.
“Ah, young love,” cooed the beast outside, shoving the machete back through the shed slats.