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Fuck Kitty and her slutty outfit. I’ve had a great night, and it’s only going to get better.

Friends and good vibes.

What more could a girl want?

CHAPTER FIVE

Shelby

Fuck, my head hurts.

Opening my eyes, I immediately regret it when pain stabs my forehead.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I curse. “Fuck.” My voice is husky and thick.

Déjà vu hits.

I’ve woken up feeling like this before. The past few Halloweens.

He was here.

My mystery man.

But something is different because between my legs isn’t the only thing aching. My throat feels scratchy. Raw. Heat fills my face as I take stock of my body. My back entrance is sore too . . . and wet.

I bite my lip as I roll from my stomach to my back, frowning when my body protests. My muscles cry out at the move. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He was here, and he was angry. He wanted me to know it. Maybe because I wasn’t here on Halloween?

Looking around the room, I can see Edward and Emma fast asleep on the other sofa, while Mark and Joe are out like a light on the armchair, curled around each other.

Squinting, I wait for my eyes to adjust to the morning light streaming in through the large windows.

What the hell happened last night?

The last thing I remember was sitting down to watch the film. Everything after that is a haze and then nothing.

Pushing out a loud breath, I turn my head slowly. The DVD box on the floor shows we never got to the second film. I try to remember more, but only snippets of laughing with my friends come to me.

It’s no good. I won’t remember. The past has taught me that.

Slowly, I push up. My left arm is braced behind me while I drag myself up with my right using the sofa cushion.

Once on my feet, I’m unsteady and slightly nauseous. It’ll pass. It always does.

How did he drug me?But as soon as the question enters my mind, I push it out. I’ve never figured it out before. It’s not worth the brain power, especially when I feel like this.

Fuck it. Does it really matter? He’ll still do it again next year anyway.

My heart races at the idea, and my inner walls clench.

Shelby, you have issues.I roll my eyes.

Creeping out of the room, I try not to wake the others. I feel shaky, as if my bones are made of jelly, yet I’m also lax and relaxed.

In the bathroom, I lean against the door and blow out another breath.Come on, Shelby. I silently urge myself to get it together. This isn’t the first time I’ve woken feeling the effects of whatever he gives me and a pleasurable soreness in my body.

But in a way it is. Last night was the first time he’s used anything other than my pussy, and my God, do I feel it.