Page 32 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

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I am beating myself up for interfering. Why the hell did I? It would have saved me aggravation if they had killed her.

I saw those fucks breaking into her room, pushing her inside. I just acted without thinking. Those fucking green eyes staring at me in fear helped spur me on.

I make a sound of disgust, scrubbing my hands over my face. I have to get somewhere safe before I break all over everyone I see. I managed to find an unoccupied dorm room on the ground floor of the boys' dorm, in a dark corner no one goes to. This one even has a private bathroom, weirdly.

Somehow, Destiny miraculously got me my requested items within the hour.

She must have had them on hand already. Thirsty bitch—she always comes up with ways to get me to fuck her.

She's trash—pure filth. I despise her now.

I'm just glad the exchange happened before the Doe was attacked. Not that I wanted to help her.

I let myself in, practically falling onto the dusty, unkempt bed.

I rock back and forth, scoring my nails down my arms as images assault my brain.

My Father, the guys, HER. Being in here, stuck and fucked.

The reality is I have ZERO control in here.

It was tolerable when the guys were with me, but now that I’m alone, I can’t deal.

I have to hold in my screams as I torture myself.

I have to do something. I drag myself into the bathroom, staring at the reflection in the dirty mirror.

My fist smashes down onto the counter, shaking the few items on it.

I snatch up the box of hair color, rip it open, and put on the gloves to use.

I take a second to read the directions, then quickly mix the developer and the color, shaking the application bottle.

I douse my whole head in the dye, sitting down on the toilet seat to wait out the time.

I don’t give a fuck about anyone. Everyone can go fuck themselves.

No one likes me, anyway. What's to like?

I'm an asshole; a walking disaster. I deserve the misery.

I shrug my shirt and pants off, staring at my body.

I slap myself in the face, pounding my fists onto my thighs and into my stomach. I need to hurt. To drown in pain.

Those damn green eyes...I had to dye my hair. Blue does fade to green; I can’t walk around like I’m with her. It had to go. Period.

I want this shit off my head, it tingles and burns. Good enough. I jump in the shower to rinse it out, watching the black swirl down the drain. Black looks a lot like dark red, arterial blood...

Ghost

I can’t get the horrifying image of my Malishka getting violated by my former Brother out of my mind.

I can feel my demon raging, wanting to come out.

I never let anyone see my dark side—only my brothers, and that was only a portion of it.

I have a thirst for blood, torture, pain, and misery.

I have tortured people for fun, many times.

My Father secured me a portion of one of his warehouses for this purpose.

He not only knows about it—he encourages it.

All part of a good leader, he says. I like to come up with new and inventive ways to torture people.

I love to shove things inside of men’s dicks, and live animals inside a woman’s pussy.

I've dissected people, bit by bit, while they were still alive.

Forcing them to watch as I fed their parts to someone else.

The things I want to do to Synn right now.

..I have to beat past the urges. My Malishka needs me now, and I need to be the man she deserves.

She is spinning my world around. Emotions I can’t name swirl through me, making my obsession deeper—darker.

I want to cut her and play in her blood and fuck her until she screams. And I WILL—just not now. Not yet.

I am getting more anxious as my time with her is quickly coming up. I can’t wait to be alone with her. I hope she is feeling similar emotions towards me. I wait quietly. As I always do.

Phoenyxx

I wake up, stretching. A yawn rolls through me, and I sit up with a groan. Memories of yesterday flood me, and I look around quickly for Purge. The warm body next to me answers that question. I am so out of it; I didn’t notice him.

“Good morning,” a gruff, sleepy voice greets me.

“Hey,” I turn towards him, with a small smile.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. A bit sore; nothing I’m not used to.”

“What?” he frowns, sitting up and turning me to face him. “Used to it? How?”

I look away, not wanting to tell him those secrets. “I grew up in a house. One I never left...until now. Leave it for now, Purge, please.”

He growls, squeezing me to him. “You know I’ll kill everyone who's ever hurt you, right?”

“That means a lot, really.” I change the topic quickly. “So...breakfast?”

“Of course,” he grunts. “You want to go to the cafeteria, or eat in here?”

“Cafeteria. I’m tired of fucking hiding.”

“I’ll be by your side the whole time. Oh, and I want to get to know you, yeah?”

I startle a bit. “Really? I’ll do my best...but you need to share, also.”

He grins in agreement. “Get on up and go get showered and dressed. I'll hang outside the bathroom. Anyone fucks with you, yell.”

“Sure thing,” I laugh. “I am getting weirdly used to the caveman treatment.”

“Oh, I’ll show you a caveman...” He grabs for me as I escape the bed, and I squeal with laughter. Streaking across my room, I snatch a uniform out of the closet, bending to grab the shoes and stupid knee-highs. A large hand grabs my ass. “Gotcha!”

“Nope!” I duck past him, almost sliding to escape out the door.

I am still laughing when I dart down the hall.

“Can’t get me in here!” I yell as I run into the bathroom.

I hear his grunt outside the door and laugh my ass off.

The bathroom is busy as fuck. No Valley, but some of Destiny’s squad is huddled up by the showers.

“Slut!” rings out, followed by giggles.

“How original,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

“You just hate me because you ain’t me,” I call out.

I heard that one from Valley, and it cracks me up hearing it come from me.

I speed-shower, running a comb through my wet strands, pulling it up into a messy bun.

I quickly dress, heading out to meet Purge.

“Ready, sexy?” He winks, offering me his arm.

“Yep! Let's go hoover some pancakes!”

He dies laughing, looking over at me. “Where are you picking this shit up?”

“Valley! Duh!”

“Of course,” he chuckles. “Come on, Sassy.”

We stroll hand in hand into the cafeteria, people openly shocked at the sight. I see Destiny at her usual table, and she glares at me with a sneer. I don’t even acknowledge her. Fuck that bitch.

The smell has my stomach rumbling loudly. I dance in place as we wait in line for the buffet. Purge laughs, shaking his head. “You hangry? Monster girl!”

I look at him in comic surprise, reaching up to rub the top of my nose with my middle finger. He snatches it away, sucking it into his mouth. I take in a gasp before snatching it back. “I’ll have you know I'm a dignified lady...”

He snorts, “Oh okay!”

I roll my eyes, impatient to get my daily yumminess. Finally, it’s our turn. I grab a plate, filling it with stuffed pancakes, some kind of white filling showing. I get butter, and one of those little bottles of maple syrup. Then, of course, a shitload of bacon.

“Oh shit, stuffed ones!” Purge exclaims, snatching a huge batch for himself.

I laugh as we walk to the main table. I slide in next to the other four—minus Synn.

Thank fuck for that. I'll never admit that he truly terrifies me. All I’ve been through, all the abuse and assaults- and that one man brings me to my knees.

“Hey, beautiful!” Trikk grins, kissing my cheek. I blush when Razor kisses the other one. Everyone is watching. I glance at Ghost, who gives me a small smile. We tuck into our food, and I groan loudly at the flavor explosion in my mouth.

“Fiasca, watch it with those sounds,” Razor growls.

Trikk reaches down and squeezes my thigh.

“Hey! Hands off!” Purge exclaims. “It’s still my turn dammit!”

I burst out laughing, spewing pancakes everywhere.

I still see we have the room’s rapt attention, so I deliberately lean to my left, giving Razor a passionate kiss.

Then I swing to my right, kissing Purge.

I lean over the table to reach Trikk, who makes me groan with that tongue.

Gasps go up in the room, and I grin. I move towards Ghost, who’s oddly quiet.

I go to kiss him, too, but he pulls back. “Later, Malishka.”

“Are you okay, Ghost?”

“Yes, I just am not into public displays of intimate moments. And I was already supposed to have my turn with you,” he says bitterly.

Well then, good to know. I decide to ignore that last bit. I grab a piece of bacon, looking up sharply when someone comes up on my side and grabs my arm roughly. “Ms. Solomon!” the idiot director barks out. “I gave you an order, and you have not been to the medication dispensary yet. Get up!”

Oh, no. Fuck fuck... “What?”

Razor whips his head up, baring his teeth.

“Let go of her!” Trikk jumps in.

I sigh, getting up. “I have to, guys. I'll find you after.”

Ghost abruptly stands. “I am going with you. It's my time, anyway,” he mutters.

“Mr. Petrov, take a seat!” Director Augustine commands. Ghost walks right up, getting in his face.

“Fuck. You. I am going with her.” Even the guy’s faces reflect the shock I'm feeling. Whoa. That's stupid hot!

The director huffs, turning to walk away, with my damn arm held hostage. He yanks roughly, practically pulling me along.

“This is not necessary!” I say, through gritted teeth.

He just pulls me faster. I start to sweat when he leads me outside, and past the dorms. He beelines for the medical building.

I start to panic, twisting my head around to check if Ghost is still following us. I settle a bit to see him right there.

Once inside, we go to the back of the building, where I see what looks like a small nurse’s station and a line of students.

Huh...another adult! It's an odd place to put a dispensary, in a dark area in the back like this. Augustine pulls me to the front of the line, clearing his throat to get the nurse’s attention.

She is a round, older woman with her grey hair tied up tight in a perfect bun.

Definitely not a friendly demeanor coming from her.

“I need the medications prescribed for Phoenyxx Solomon.”

She frowns as she looks down at a pad of paper in front of her. “I don’t see that name listed here, Sir.”

He scoffs, saying sharply, “Look in the other place, Nurse Bradley.” She nods, turning to go further inside. Weird...

I look at Ghost, who wears the same confused frown.

“Here we are!” Her voice turns me back around.

“Take it, Ms. Solomon.” I hold my hand out, and she drops a small, paper cup into it, placing a paper cup of water in front of me.

I look inside and startle. “What the fuck is this? There are tons of pills in here!”

Ghost comes closer, peering into the cup. “Where did these come from?” he demands.

The director pales, patience at an end. “Take the pills, NOW...or else you will be escorted away!”

I look around, noticing the nurse really doesn’t pay attention to whether the students are actually taking their meds.

I see one guy pocket his. Good. When I have to come back, I can fake it.

I feel my anxiety rise as I face down all those pills.

I don’t even know what they are. I lock eyes with Ghost as I toss the whole pile into my mouth, chasing them down with water.

“Open,” Augustine demands. I open my mouth, showing my tongue.

“See? I took them, okay?”

He nods stiffly. “Very well. Be sure to be here after lunch every day. Or you won’t like what happens next, Ms. Solomon.”

“Is that a threat?” Ghost yells, actually raising his voice.

He doesn’t respond, turning on his heel and walking away.

Ghost gathers me up into his arms, whispering into my ear. “Those pills may make you feel weird, or even sick. I'll be with you the whole day, so don’t worry.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Can we go back to your room? I want to lie down in your comfy bed, in your arms.”

He nods. “There shouldn’t be anyone else there, but there’s always a chance Synn could show back up.”

“I know. I feel safe with you.”

He pulls me closer, looping his arm around my shoulders, and he angles us out of that dreadful building. My eyes flit briefly towards Hunter’s office door, but I mentally shake it off. Not now. Not when I’m with the guys.