Page 73 of Sadistic Retribution

“Are we telling her we’re leaving?” Ghost asks softly.

“Nope. Just lock her in, and we can leave quietly,” Synn chimes in.

Decision made, I watch Harris take out a key, locking the bedroom door from the outside.

“I didn’t know that was possible,” I say in confusion.

“Only staff apartments have it, I believe.”

“Right. Okay, then, let’s go.”

We all file towards the front door, quietly opening it. We slip out, Harris locking it behind us. Time to catch some lying motherfuckers.

Phoenyxx

I huff a laugh when I hear them all leave. I've managed to get the belt loose enough to slip out of it. I walk to the door, putting my ear to it. All is quiet.

Luckily, I paid attention when the boys picked locks. I move to Hunter’s closet, grabbing a wire hanger. I straighten it the best I can, slipping the long end into the lock. I jiggle it around, turning the knob at the same time. I fumble with it, waiting to hear or feel something. After a minute, the lock gives.

Free from the bedroom, I go to the front door. Flipping the lock, I slowly open it and poke my head out. No one is around. I make my escape, whistling a tune as I go out the door to the boys’ dorm.

Time to have more fun!

Let's see… who can I fuck with? I glance around, spotting those dickheads who tried me when I first got here—the one I kicked in the dick, and his buddy.

I walk straight towards them, pasting a fake grin on my face. “Hey, guys. Remember me?”

They both give me a onceover, smiling evilly. “Sure do, beautiful,” the blonde says.

I look up from beneath my lashes. “I’m bored. Want to keep me company?” I force a blush to rise to my cheeks.

The blonde moves to my left, the brunette to my right. They each take an arm.

“Where to?” the blonde asks.

“Somewhere... private.”

They hustle me through the courtyard, pulling me into a dark corner next to a shed. The brunette pushes me back against the wall, trailing his hand down my body.

“This is still too public. What about going inside the shed?” I suggest, fluttering my lashes.

They practically push me through the door, and close it behind us. The brunette walks in close, hands feeling up my tits. “So sexy...” he murmurs.

“It’s even better without clothes,” I purr. Waiting for them to both make their move, I giggle inside my head. I'm still armed—a knife still attached to my thigh. The idiot guys didn't find them all when they disarmed me.

The blonde goes to pull my shirt up, and the brunette cups my pussy through my pants. I wait, letting them grope me. I need them occupied so they don’t see my blade.

While they are pawing at me, panting, I easily reach down with the premise of stroking the blonde’s hair, palming my knife.

I whip it upward, grabbing the blonde’s hair, and pulling his head up to me. I hold the blade to his neck, nicking him, blood trickling down his throat.

“Did you really think I’d let you fucking touch me?” I sing-song. “Hey, you! Better pay attention,” I direct to the brunette.

He looks up at me, eyes widening. He steps back from me. I grin, bringing my knee up, connecting hard with the blonde’s head. Dazed, he falls to the floor. Turning to the other one, I stalk towards him.

“W-Wait—” he stutters out. “No need for this?—”

“Wrong, asshole!” I stab him fast in the gut before he can comprehend what’s happening. He falls to his knees, and I kick him hard on the back of the neck. He crumples, next to his friend.