Page 94 of His Trick

I replaced the mental pain with the physical. I had to forget the way he’d left me in the fucking street, with my face wet and my hands reaching out into the void of the night.

Empty and fucking useless.

Like me.

But as my father always said, “Absence is not erasure. It only teaches you the shape of what was taken.”

I wanted to break everything Shiloh had. He damned me for a mistake I couldn’t have known. So, I intended to make everything I did from now on as bright as a fucking billboard. Iwould break him the way he broke me. I would force him to see the darkness…or burn in his fucking light.

First things first, Shiloh didn’t fuck a lot of people. Apparently, he was a really good boyfriend to my darling sister.

He kept his dick in his pants when it wasn’t me stroking it. But there was one night when he caved to his urges because it wasn’t a pathetic animal, he could snuff out with his boot.

It was the first night of the hunt.

This was a female.

I saw her on the cameras.

The trail cams were set up to border the perimeter of my family’s estate.

He was farther into the woods than anyone else. The female interrupted his ritual, breaking the spell of his kill. The rabbit went free, and so he took her instead.

The way Shiloh brutalized this female’s cunt was beautiful. His blue eyes looked black in the night-vision. He was hauntingly breathtaking. The female was as damned as the rabbit.

He hadn’t held back from breaking her again and again. His thick cock ripped her cunt to fit him. His demands were robotic and unnatural to his usual tone and persona.

He likely wouldn’t remember her until her corpse was in his bed.

I started with small things that I could control. Renting a fucking car and getting back to Normal was first in line, but even bed hopping with different bitches for a few nights hadn’t scratched the itch to see the one woman I really wanted.

Will her cunt rip for me like it did for him?

I couldn’t stop jittering in my seat, cranking the music that played for the hunt and flooring it back to Alabama.

Xanthy sent texts to my phone, and I ignored her until one caught my eye.

X: Did something happen to my boyfriend while you guys were gone? He won’t talk to me. I know something is wrong. Where are you? Are you ok?

Me: Dunno.

X: Care, please. I know something happened. I hate being shut out. I can’t help the man I love. Please just tell me what happened so I can fix it.

Of course, Alexandra wanted tofix Shiloh, like he was some broken fucking toy she was bored with. She didn’t know how to do anything but spread her fucking legs. And I didn’t have to guess that was her way of helping him. The thought made me nearly crack my phone in half.

Me: He’s ur man, isn’t he? Ask him. Leave me tf out of it.

X: You don’t have to be so mean. I wanted you guys to get along. That’s why I asked you to go on the trip. I knew it was about his dad. You don’t know what kind of evil Edmund Anderson is. Did he hurt Shiloh? Is that what happened?

No, I did.

Me: They don’t get along. Past pain is a bitch to extinguish. You can’t just throw luxury shit in his face and fuck him into submission like Tyler. He’s human. Prob more than a lot of us. Give him time.

Tyler was my sister’s insipid ex-boyfriend. She dated him throughout high school and half her sophomore year of college. They broke up on bad terms.

Bad terms, including him breaking my face.

One of the many reasons I hated touch is that Tyler Veering loved it. For the better part of my school life, he lived to torture me. Xanthy was too stupid and too scared to end it until the fucker put me in the hospital.