There are bees in my blood. I feel them buzzing, stinging, filling me with nectar until I can’t stop laughing.Dylan Marrow says she’s my doctor, but she straps me down, cuts me open, and licks me clean. She feeds me honey and blood, calls me sunshine, and makes me drip until I’m nothing but her hive.Every sting makes me wetter. Every cut makes me hers. And I love it.We fuck in restraints. We carve bees into skin. We burn everything behind us.I’m her Yellowjacket. Her honeyrot. Her little stinger.And together we’ll swarm this asylum until it screams.A sapphic dark erotic horror novella. Buzzing, bloody, and not for the faint of heart.