Page 64 of Sadistic Retribution

I shove the cucumber in as far as I can, ripping it back out savagely. Synn grunts in his sleep, which just spurs me. I fuck him with the cucumber—just like he did to me.

Blood coats the tip, cracks forming around his hole. He grunts again, and his dick hardens, pressing into the mattress. I shake my head; ironic, that.

I keep going, watching his dick throb, then come spills beneath him. I lodge the cucumber deep in his ass. Standing back, I hum in satisfaction. The irony of making him come from this is just too delicious!

I leave Synn’s door wide open then slip out of the apartment. Revenge—complete. At least for now.

Hunter

I'm looking everywhere for Pretty Girl. I’m aiming for the boys’ dorm, when I see her fly out the door like her ass is on fire.

I don’t think she even sees me, which I use to my advantage. I gently reach for her arm, making her stop. “Phoenyxx—Pretty Girl,” I whisper, eyes glazing with tears I can’t shed.

Her eyes snap over to me, and she grimaces. “You!” she yells, jabbing a finger in my chest. “Why are you back?”

“For you. I was so worried, Pretty Girl. I'm so sorry I left abruptly. I didn’t have a choice.”

She rolls her eyes. “It’s irrelevant now, Hunter. I no longer give a fuck.”

I look closely at her. Her posture is rigid, her face blank. And her eyes... empty. She looks like Frost used to look.

“What happened to you?” My hand shifts to her chin, gently lifting it. “You know you can talk to me.”

“You lost that privilege when you left, asshole. What part of ‘I couldn't give a fuck’ don’t you understand?”

“Phoenyxx, you know how I feel, right? I... I fucking love you,” I choke out, my eyes welling with tears I can’t control anymore.

“Love? Please! Now, let go of me.”

I stare into her eyes for another moment, and a look fleets so quickly across her features, I might have imagined it. She's still in there, somewhere.

I reluctantly let go. She turns and walks away from me, leaving my heart in tatters. I'll get through to her. I won’t give up.

Frost

I can’t believe Killer carved her name in my chest and locked me in the freezer. In a way, I’m happy to display her name on my body. But damn—the shit hurts. I bandaged it; it’ll heal soon enough, but it will definitely scar.

I did a sweep of the courtyards—no sign of her. I’m going back to our place to regroup. When I get to the door, I hear yelling on the other side. I slam inside, frowning at Synn’s open door. Why is it open? He always closes it when he leaves.

Then, from inside his room I hear, “Hey! Come help me!”

Oh, shit.

I rush inside, gaping like a fangirl as I see the view in front of me. Synn is trussed up like a turkey, hands bound behind him. He's got a cucumber wedged in his ass.

I wince in sympathy, untying his hands first. “Hold still, I'm going to pull it out.”

“Fuck, be careful. It hurts like fuck, and I think she did some damage,” he says.

I narrow my gaze, grasping the end of the cucumber. Fucker is slippery. I’m a bit impressed she got it so far in there. Only half of it shows.

“Big breath,” I instruct Synn. I brace myself, pulling backward. It slides out, and Synn yells loudly. “It’s out, you’re okay.”

He goes to sit up, and I lend an arm to help steady him. Once he’s in a sitting position, he whines.

“Hurts, huh?” I can’t help but get a barb in. After all, Synn did the same thing to Killer.

He grunts, struggling to a standing position.