Page 110 of Sadistic Retribution

“All I could feel was anger and rage. I was let loose to create havoc and mayhem. The only thought I had was making you all pay for everything you did to me—not just taking Valley from me, but every-fucking-thing.”

“Understandable,” Frost responds. “But some of it was pretty... hardcore.”

“Hardcore?” I bark a sarcastic laugh. “Each thing I did was fitting for your individual crimes. I don’t regret it.”

Synn winces. “The... um... thing you did to me...”

Frost laughs. “The cucumber?”

“Man! That was supposed to stay secret!”

“Hold up, bro. Cucumber?” Trikk holds his side, laughing his ass off.

I look at Trikk. “I drugged him, tied him up, and fucked him in the ass with a big cucumber.”

“No fucking way!” Razor doubles over with laughter.

“It’s not funny!” Synn retorts.

“The punishment fit the crime,” Valley chimes in.

I look at her with a grin. “Exactly.”

Valley starts to tremble again after a moment, and I turn to look at her. “Sorry,” she whispers.

“Hey, you’ll be fine. Stay close to the guys. You’re so strong, bestie, you can do this. I love you so much.”

Tears fill her eyes, but she blinks them back. “Nyx, Holy Taco—I will be awesome! Bring my Bry back, okay?”

I laugh, loving the shit that comes out of her mouth. I squeeze her tightly against me. “I promise.”

“Love you too, bitch. You'd better stay safe!”

The guys surround me, all talking over each other.

“Guys! We’ll all be fine,” I say. “Follow the plan.”

They take turns hugging and kissing me, which I allow, considering what we’re about to do. They all say they love me.

“I love you all too, even if I'm still so fucking angry with you. Do not get hurt, okay?” After a second, I add, “Please keep Valley safe, Frost and Trikk. I can’t lose her again.”

They both kiss me, and Frost murmurs, “I’ll keep her safe with my life, Killer.”

Trikk also confirms, “What he said, Bambi. Love you.”

I pass out the pokey sticks to those of us going to The Morgue. I keep the hunting knife—I know how vicious this bladeis, and it’s fun to play with. Strapped up, we all congregate by the front door, waiting for the signal.

Hunter's phone buzzes, and he sighs heavily, blowing out a breath. “Let’s go! Remember: once we’re ready to split up, you’ll have fifteen minutes to get in and back out of The Morgue.”

He opens the door, looking out into the hallway. “Clear,” he reports.

We file out quickly, our bags slung over our shoulders. We all hurry down the stairs to the door that leads outside.

Hunter opens that door. “There are still people out in the courtyard, so hoodies up. Stay quiet and don’t get noticed.”

We go out into the chilly fall evening, keeping our heads down, but still looking all around us. The students are all fucking, drinking, and smoking something. Probably marijuana, based on the earthy, pungent aroma wafting from it. They don’t even look at us as we cut across the courtyard, over to the admin building.

“Careful in here,” Hunter whispers. “Purge’s father is still around here somewhere, I'm betting.”