Page 25 of Sadistic Retribution (Rise of Phoenyxx #2)

Phoenyxx

I have one more asshole to go. And this one will be a thing of beauty.

I'm walking away from the kitchen, clutching my prize. I shove it in my waistband, where it comically bulges.

“You! What are you doing back, whore?”

My head whips around. Fucking Deetz.

I stare her down. “You really don’t want to fuck with me.”

She walks right up to me. And spits in my face. Wrong move.

I slide the dagger from my chest holster. With a manic grin, I bring the blade down, stabbing her in the shoulder. She splutters, blood pouring down her arm.

“What the fuck? You stabbed me!”

“And I’m not done yet.” I stab her in the chest, burying the longer dagger to the hilt. I turn it savagely, yanking it back out. She tries to suck in air unsuccessfully. I must have punctured a lung. Her eyes wide and desperate, she falls to the floor.

I crouch down next to her, holding her head still. I want to watch the life fade from her eyes. I tilt my head as she gapes like a fish out of water. Her body spasms, and she falls still. Her eyes glaze over, then go blank.

Satisfied, I stand back up, wiping my blade clean on her clothes. People start backing up as I move onward. The crowd parts like I’m a damn queen. I laugh, surprised when I’m grabbed behind from the waist and hoisted into the air. I'm thrown over a male shoulder. A very familiar one.

“Pazessca, I have to get you out of here,” Synn explains, moving fast. I start laughing again. He just saved me a lot of trouble.

He walks into his apartment, not setting me down until we’re in his room. He leaves the door open.

“Is anyone else here?” I ask.

“No, it’s just us,” he says, eyes shining, trying to look through my soul. The joke’s on him—I have no soul anymore.

“Can you get me something to drink?” After seeing the open bottle of water on his desk, I get a good idea. The masks gave me some handy little pills when I left.

Synn nods, going to get me something. I dart forward, unscrewing the cap on the bottle. I reach inside my pocket quickly, shaking out a few pills. These should knock him the fuck out. I was told to be careful—not to give any of them more than three tablets.

He comes back in with another water, and I take it with a nod. He reaches for his bottle, taking a long pull. “What is it going to take to get you back, Pazessca? Please tell me.”

I open my bottle, taking a drink. I shrug. “Nothing. The girl you thought you knew is long gone.”

He huffs, drinking half the bottle in one go. Awesome.

“I’m not going to stop trying. None of us are.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Look, I’m so sorry for what we did. There aren’t words to express how horrible I feel. I can’t give you back what we took, but I can try to atone.”

A hollow laugh escapes my lips. “Sorry won’t cut it, fucker.”

He leans forward, hauling me to him by my collar. He slams his lips into mine, moaning at the contact. I do nothing. I just hold still.

Synn lets out a frustrated groan. He pries my lips open with his tongue, sliding his inside. I pull back, slapping him in the face.

“Never touch me again,” I snarl.

His face twists in confusion and pain, and I preen at the look. He takes another drink, draining the bottle. I smile inwardly, knowing he’ll be out soon.

He goes to speak, then frowns. His hand goes to his head, and he shakes it.

“What’s wrong, Synn?” I question.

He drops the empty bottle, swaying in place. “Did you drug...?” Then falls over sideways on his bed.

Perfect. It's playtime.

I sit beside him, struggling to get his pants down. I manage to pull them to his ankles. I pry off his shoes and socks, then pull them the rest of the way off. I push him onto his stomach, prying his legs open.

I tilt my head, thinking. An idea comes, and I grab a pillow. I shove it under his hips, raising his ass up into the air. I look around, grabbing a discarded shirt from his floor. I yank his arms behind him, tying them as tightly as I can. This should do.

I pull my treasure from my pocket with a malicious grin. The long, thick cucumber I pilfered from the kitchen is perfect for the job. I pry open his cheeks, frowning a bit. How am I supposed to get this in there?

I decide to be a little nice, and spit all over the cucumber, then spit on his ass, watching it run down to the sheets. I put the end against his tight hole, watching for any signs of awareness. Seeing none, I shove—hard.

This is fucking satisfying!

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.

“A bit of advice,” I offer, “go take a hot bath, then rub some ointment on it. It's in the medicine cabinet.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Before he walks out, he turns back, hand on the doorframe. “Think she’ll come around now? I think she’s got her revenge on all of us.”

I shake my head. “It’s not that simple when you don’t have emotions. We have to work to bring her back. I didn’t think I’d ever feel… but she brought it out in me. So, I know it’s possible. We have to work hard and not give up.”

“Makes sense. I'll never stop. I want my Pazessca back.”

I clap my hand on his back. “Me too, brother, me too.”