@success_story

[exorkismos]

It’s eleven at night when Marcus places the call, moving quick so he doesn’t have to think about what he’s doing. He wedges the phone beneath his chin and shoulder so his hands are free. He’s sitting in his truck, first aid kit open on the passenger seat, and as he listens to the ringing on the other end of the line he bites open an alcohol wipe and starts to clean the red semi-circle of bloody teethmarks that stand out on his hand.