Page 7 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

I rush to my closet to grab a fresh uniform and swallow hard, knowing I have to get to the bathroom to clean up. I steel myself with resolve, muttering to myself that I’ve got this. I quickly make my way down the hall and into the bathroom. Luckily, it’s empty.

I shower quickly, giving an extra rinse to the ends of my hair, where the food got stuck. I finger-comb my hair, double-checking to make sure I got everything off my face and chest.

I peek back out into the hall. Not seeing anyone and wearing only a towel, I head back to grab my stuff and change, my anxious thoughts stealing my attention.

I only make it halfway when I feel a solid mass of bodies surrounding me. Someone behind me brushes my hair back from my ear, a deep voice chuckling at me. I feel lips against my neck, with a whispered “Gotcha!”

My hands are grabbed from behind, two pairs of hands gripping my wrists and arms tightly.

Two shadows creep out to stand in front of me.

It's Purge and Razor! Without a word, they each run a hand up my legs, their hands winding up under the towel wrapping around me, brushing the sides of my pussy.

Their eyes burn straight to my soul, making my body heat up.

Suddenly and without warning, they each grab a leg and hoist me into the air.

“That’s better,” Trikk says from behind me.

“Now we can see ALL of our lost, little, baby deer!” crows Frost, from the sound of it.

“Where is your leader?” I can’t help but shout, provoking them further.

Purge throws back his head and laughs. “Leader? Oh, Baby Deer—we don’t follow ANYONE!” They seem to double down, evil emanating from their pores.

I am heaving for breath, in the throes of a panic attack.

Trikk reaches forward, grabbing the edge of the towel and yanking it down under my breasts.

My face burns with shame and embarrassment.

There is also an unfamiliar burning developing in the center of my core.

Razor mutters, “Those titties are perfect! Look at those pink, hard nipples! Mmmm...”

I am now gasping, shaking my head back and forth in fear and denial.

I look towards my feet, seeing Razor grab the bottom of the towel.

He rips it completely from my body. I am completely bare naked in the hallway of the dorm.

Tears leak from my eyes as Ghost walks up right in front, and reaches up to cup my pussy, squeezing it hard. “Mine!” he whispers.

The heat at my core branches out, spreading through my body. As hands move through my folds to hold me open, my breathing gets choppy. My nipples and pussy are throbbing.

I close my eyes tightly, not wanting to see anymore. A finger glides through my wetness, moving up to circle around my clit, while another finger circles my entrance.

“How wet this little pussy is!” Razor says.

“Is our little doe a virgin, I wonder? How tight is this pretty pussy?” Trikk says from behind me. He tweaks a nipple hard.

“Noooo!” I scream out. “Let me the fuck go!” I try to buck them off me, feeling someone’s hands loosen on my arms from behind.

Before I can even think about it, I MOVE.

I throw my body upwards, my skull colliding with Razor’s, who is standing closer.

I taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth from biting my tongue.

“Motherfucker! The little cunt headbutted me!” he yells, as he punches me square in the gut.

“Let her go now, guys,” Frost says. “I think she gets the message. Right, Doe? We can get to you ANY TIME we want!”

They all drop me at once, and I crash hard onto the hard floor. I push myself up but am shoved down again by Trikk’s foot lodging onto my throat. “Don’t forget this!” he leans down to yell in my face.

They all laugh and turn to leave. I wait until they are out the door before I grab the towel and keycard off the floor.

Choking back a sob, I lock myself back into my room.

There's no way I am going to the rest of my classes, so I throw on some sweats and a sweatshirt and crawl into bed. I am so confused about why my body reacted the way it did. How could that humiliation arouse me? I've never had an orgasm before—not even by my own hand. I HATE sex, after all I’ve been through. I cry myself to sleep, something I haven’t done since I was little.

Ghost

The feel of her silky skin and her tears won’t leave me.

I'm the type to stay hidden, but she somehow brought out my animal.

People call me reclusive, weird, and the quiet one.

I am like a shadow, swooping in when you least expect it.

My demons are violent and bloodthirsty. I can usually hold them back, but this tiny girl has them out with a roar.

I have claimed her as mine. The guys won’t like it, but I don’t give a fuck. She is mine to play with, to break, to crush. No one will take that from me, not even my old man.

“Bro, when the fuck did you get so chatty?” Trikk tosses back, as we head back to find Synn.

“Yeah, man, that was legit weird!” Razor adds.

I just shrug my shoulders and keep walking.

“Brother, you can’t be going and getting obsessed with the girl! You know that, right?” Frost says.

I continue to ignore them, stewing over their words. I am in complete control. Fuckers.

Phoenyxx

I am drawn from a thankfully dream-free sleep by banging on the door.

“Nyx are you okay? I’m freaking out girl! Answer the door! Please, please...” Valley’s voice comes through the door.

I groan, calling that I’m coming. I trudge to the door, ushering her in. “I’m good, sorry to worry you.”

“Thank fuck! I thought Synn had taken you out or something!” The worry in her eyes warms my heart.

I don’t want to get into what happened, but I have it handled.”

She frowns, reaching out to touch my face. I wince before catching myself. “It looks worse than it is,” I explain.

“Please promise you’ll come to me if anyone else hurts you, okay? You do have a friend in here,” she says with honesty.

“I know and same goes to you!”

“Oh shit! The time! I have to be in therapy in five! Have you been to yours yet?” she asks.

“Therapy? Fuck that!” I mutter.

“OMG, girl, you CAN’T miss it! Now, hurry and put your uniform on!”

I throw it on, ushering her towards the door, as I struggle with my shoes.

“What building?” I ask.

“Oh, it's the medical building in the back of the property. It's kind of hidden by trees,” she shrugs.

“Medical building? Sounds ominous...”

“The worst place is what we call ‘the morgue.’ Girl, you don’t want to ever be taken there, you hear me? It's a BAD place!” She shivers.

I have to remind myself that this is a reform school, so a medical building makes sense. But why is Valley so scared of it?