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seventeen

Trick or Treat

October

Scarlett

T he bitter, cold autumn breeze floats in through the windows of my car, shaking my entire body and making my teeth chatter. I’m not sure if it’s the cold or the threat that lingers in the back of my mind, but I cannot shake the chill that has settled into my bones.

That night with Nixon was supposed to be fun... It was, I mean, but what he said to me before I left wasn't. I'm still unsure what to make of his message. Other than the men in the masks coming for me, what the fuck do they want?

Driving home from work, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what day it is. Halloween. I pull into Wal-Mart's parking lot, needing to grab a bag of candy for the trick or treaters, trying to forget everything Nixon told me that night about the men in the masks having plans for me. Even though we live in an apartment building, all the kids usually come to everyone's doors, and I am completely unprepared . I am, however, prepared for Melanie and my Halloween party. I’m actually looking forward to returning to normalcy.

I have some reservations about Melanie's invitation of Riley, Nixon, and the brothers from the lake, especially in light of what Nixon recently revealed to me. Are those the friends he was referring to?

I keep my head down and mind my business as I navigate the aisles to find the candy, hoping there’s still some left this close to Halloween. I’m such a procrastinator. But to be fair, I’ve had other things on my mind.

Scanning the limited shelves, my eyes are drawn to a four-pound bag of mixed candy—the last one—and I grab it before the other shoppers. But just as I reach for it to take it off the shelf, someone else reaches for it and refuses to let go. My eyes widen as I turn to confront the candythief, and a slight but noticeable flush spreads across my cheeks.

“Oh, hi.”

“Hey, Scarlett. Small world, huh?” Blade says, still holding onto the bag of candy.

“Not really since we live across from each other and this is the only Wal-Mart in town.” Refusing to let go of the candy, I give him a sly response, still not sure how I feel about him yet. “I hate to be that person, but I really need this candy.”

“Oh, and why’s that?” His dark eyes match the dark smirk curling on his lips.

"Because it’s Halloween, and I need it for the kids in my building.”

“Well, I need it for the kids in mine. It seems we've found ourselves in a little predicament, Scarlett.” His tone is deep, dangerous, but playful as he steps closer, still clutching the candy tightly.

“Please, can I have it?” I beg, giving him my best pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, making him grin even more.

“Tell you what; how about we buy the bag and split the cost and the candy? That way, we both get what we want.”

“Hmm, I guess that’ll work.” Letting go of the candy, he tucks it in the corner of his arm and elbow like a football and walks with me out of the aisle toward the checkout.

Once the candy is paid for, we leave the store and walk through the parking lot, Blade still following me to my car.

"Can I get a ride back?"

"You didn't drive?" I ask, unlocking my car.

"Nah, I walked since it's just down the street."

"Yeah, sure." I smile at him and move into my seat as he moves into his, all the while casting a cunning glance my way.

Nothing is said during the five-minute drive home, but a lot is going through my head. I wonder if he knows about Nixon. I curtly smile as I pretend not to notice the subtle glances he gives me from the corners of his eyes while maintaining my focus on the road. Pulling up in front of his building, I put the car in park and grabbed the bag of candy.

"Here's your candy." Ripping it open, I dump half of it on my backseat, giving him the other half still in the bag.

"Thanks again for this," he says as he takes it, grinning dangerously wide that his eyes shine like stolen gems, making him so fucking bad that he should be illegal.

"Yeah, thank you too. So, are you coming to the party?" I ask hesitantly, not even wanting to bring it up.

"I am, actually. The four of us are; Melanie invited us," he says her name as if it burns his tongue, but his smile remains as wide as ever.

There's something about him that I can't explain, but it makes a good girl want to do bad things for him…

"Yeah, she was in charge of the invites. She left me in charge of everything else." He opens the car door as I roll my eyes, his dark, predatory eyes scanning my body seductively.

"I'm sure it'll turn out great, Scarlett." He gets out of the car and shuts the door, leaning his head against the open window. "I'll see you tonight. Happy Halloween…"

I shiver as he winks at me and slowly backs away from my car, licking his lips. With my heart racing and my panties soaked, I manage to drive away, pulling into the complex right across the street. He's going to be trouble…

Melanie has the music blasting and Marilyn Manson busting from the surround sound we have set up in our apartment when I finally get upstairs, not giving a fuck about the landlord tonight. After putting the candy in the bowl by the door, I kick off my shoes and go look for her, assuming she is in her bedroom...

"Hey, you're home!" she yells over the music, hopping into her tight leather pants.

"Yeah, I had to grab candy. Oh, and I ran into Blade at the store." She smiles mischievously as she buttons her pants, her brow arcing perfectly, albeit deviously.

"He's got the hots for you," she exclaims in a whisper, as if it were a secret. "Riley told me."

" Of course , he's going to say that; they're best friends and roommates.," I scoff, attempting to ignore the pull I feel in my gut just thinking about him.

"It's more than that," she continues. "Riley said he's obsessed with you," she laughs, pulling on an even tighter shirt that exposes her tits.

"Just drop it, Mel. I'm not looking for anything like that. I'm just looking for a “ one night stand” kind of thing."

Her jaw drops at my admission, given that I was always opposed to them before. Lately, I've been ready to have sex, but I'm not sure how to go about just 'picking up a guy' for it.

"Girl, he's the perfect one night stand! And if you ever wanna fuck him again, he's just right across the street!" she exclaims and claps her hands as though we have reached some sort of fucking milestone.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing, Mel. Just forget I said anything. I'm going to get ready." She turns around to say something else, but I keep walking, replaying her words in my head.

" Riley said he's obsessed with you."

I shiver, dazedly closing my bedroom door as I make my way to the closet, attempting to master the difficult task of selecting the perfect outfit for tonight.

I won't lie... That's kind of creepy, but Blade doesn't seem creepy. At least not to me…

Blade

When I walk into my apartment, the first thing I do is go straight to the kitchen and toss the candy bag into the trash. What a gullible little sinner. I smile as I walk into the living room, where the guys are, of course, watching TV and playing a serial killer game on Xbox.

Dressed in black from head to toe with their masks sitting on their laps, all three of them turned their heads, noticing me standing in the entryway with my hands shoved in my pockets, fidgeting with my Saint Christopher pendant to relax my anxiety about tonight- our master plan is finally happening.

"Where the fuck were you?" Saint sneers, a slight anger coating his deep voice.

"At the store. What the fuck does it matter?" I bite back with venom in my words, mirroring his demeanor.

"You need to get fucking ready, Blade. I'm not letting anything fuck up our plans for tonight." He goes right back to the game, Nixon and Riley following his lead as I spin on my heel and saunter off toward my room.

It's finally the night we've all been waiting for. Tonight, sinner will be fucking ours.

I change and put on something I can pass off as "party wear" before meeting the guys on the balcony. Each of them is fixated on Scarlett's apartment and the numerous drunk bodies already dancing around the cramped space.

"How's it gonna go down?" Nixon asks, fidgeting with something in his pocket.

"Easy. We'll go to her door while everyone's occupied with the party, and we'll grab her," Saint explains, never taking his eyes off of the black haired sinner smoking a blunt on her balcony.

"What if she screams?" Riley pipes in, sounding more enthusiastic than anything.

"That's what chloroform is for. Slap a fucking rag over her mouth the second she opens the door, and we'll be fucking golden," I chime in, reminding them why I had them get us some in the first place.

"So what are the rules for tonight? Is it an anything goes kind of thing?" Nixon's voice drips with curiosity, and he lets out an excited chuckle.

"We'll all have her, but Saint and I get her first ."

"Can we watch?" Riley asks with wonder in his sadistic grin.

"And while you two fuck her, Nix and I will have a little fun." He licks his lips at Nixon while grabbing his cock over his pants. In response, Nixon arches his brow and licks his lips, preparing for tonight's adventure.

"Sure. It ain't like we've never done that before."

I take a puff on my cigarette and fix my gaze on my little sinner, imagining how tight her little virgin cunt will be when I fucking break her tonight. Instantly growing hard, I don't even try to hide it. The guys all want the same thing— Scarlett .

"How long are we keeping her before we grab Mel?" Riley asks, his voice twanging at the mention of her name.

"Not sure yet, but we're not grabbing Mel..." Saint tells him, shocking everyone with the unexpected revelation.

"Since when?" I ask, rage coursing through my veins, convinced that he had changed everything without telling us.

"Since I decided that Scarlett would be the one to fucking grab her... I wanna watch her in action." Evil drips off of him like sweat beads as it seeps through his pores.

"Before we kill her, we're gonna teach her to fucking kill, and before we leave this fucking town, we're gonna wreak fucking havoc all throughout it."

He licks his lips and spins his blade in his hand as his eyes grow ominous. He is no longer concerned with the game; he craves the real thing. And tonight. We're going to finally fucking get it...

Scarlett

After getting ready for the party and greeting the many guests Melanie had invited, I grab a cup of the spiked punch and begin to mingle through the crowd. As soon as I start to relax and enjoy myself, another knock comes at our front door. I roll my eyes and walk over, my drink in hand, Melanie nowhere in sight. I grab the bowl of candy and open the door, only to be greeted by a swarm of costumed children.

"Trick or treat!" They yell in unison, holding out their candy bags. I take a sip of my drink before setting it down, smiling brightly as I admire their outfits.

"You guys look adorable!" I tell them, dumping handfuls of candy into their bags and buckets, just wanting to get rid of it so I can stop coming to the door and just enjoy my party.

Once they are content, they skip down the hall and wait ecstatically at my neighbor's door. As I return to my apartment and prepare to close the door, a powerful hand slaps the wood, forcing it open. I peer through the crack, terrified, and notice Blade and the other three from the lake. The sudden tightness in my throat dissipates, and a smile spreads across my lips as I open the door for them to enter.

"Trick or treat, Scarlett, " Saint says, pausing in the hall like the others.

"What, you want some candy too?" I laugh, grabbing the bowl off the stand near the door.

"No, actua-"

"Are they here?!" Melanie shouts over the music as she sprints over to the door with me, swinging it open the rest of the way. "Hey, guys! Come on in!"

She tugs Riley's wrist, pulling him into the apartment. Observing the glances Blade, Saint, and Nixon are exchanging, a ball of nerves makes its way into my stomach, giving me the impression that something is strange about this evening.

"Well, are you going to stand in the hall, or are you going to come in and join the party?" I ask in a flirtatious tone, winking as I turn my back on them, leaving the door open for them to enter.

I can tell they followed me in because of the chill that grips my body, but I ignore it. Tonight, you're not worrying about the bad shit you've been dealing with all year. Tonight, you're going to have fun and enjoy yourself. You deserve this…

When I notice Nixon and Riley leaving with Melanie, I turn around to see Blade and Saint, who are dressed identically in black and have matching sadistic, sexy grins on their delicious lips. I lead them to the drink table, waving my hand across the selection of liquor and motioning for them to choose their poison.

"We have a lot to drink, so help yourself." I grin as I refill my red Solo cup with punch from the bowl.

Saint reaches for a cup and hands it to his brother before grabbing one for himself, both of them heading straight for the punch. They look around the apartment, noticing the decorations and how happy and inebriated everyone is. Blade licks his lips and takes a sip of his beverage before turning back to me and flashing a smile that could brighten even the cloudiest day.

"The party looks good, Scarlett. I told you it would."

"Yeah, I was a little skeptical, but I'm glad." I am about to say something else when I hear another knock on my door, and I roll my eyes, wishing these kids would just go home. "Be right back. I have to hand out candy."

They watch me intently as I slink away, and I feel a deep, anxious chill spread throughout my entire body. I might attempt the one-night stand with Blade—or Saint—tonight. Who knows? Either of them would be fine.

Saint

Once Scarlett is out of earshot, I turn to Blade, anger noticeable in my eyes, but at this point, I don't give a fuck. Fucking Melanie ruined every fucking thing . Blade's baby blue eyes have the same look swirling around them, but something much more sinister flickers around his dark, dilated pupils, and I am curious to find out what’s on his brilliant mind.

We make our way toward the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony, noting that there’s not a single soul outside. We open the door and step outside, breathing in the fresh air as we light a cigarette and a blunt laced with angel dust.

"So there went that fucking plan," I spit angrily, taking a big rip off the blunt, the dust tingling my tongue as it seeps into my bloodstream.

"Yeah, but this might work out better…" He speaks while licking his lips and tasting the acridity of the dust, a grin curling across his face.

"What's on that mind of yours, brother? Anything good?"

"Oh, it's always good, Saint. Haven't you figured that out by now?" He grins once more and snatches the blunt out of my hand.

"Then fucking spill it before trouble gets out here."

"Let's just say that by the end of the night, this place will look like a scene from fucking Saw, and before we fucking leave, Sinner won't be a fucking virgin anymore."

He leans in and starts to explain his idea, and as I give him a slightly bewildered expression, hearing every fucking detail makes my cock hard and cum makes a fucking wet spot on my pants. Thank God they're black and no one can see it.

"Fine, you can have her now, but when we get her back to the Mausoleum, she's both of ours before Riley and Nixon join in."

"Sounds fucking good to me." He exhales, smoke billowing from his chest and floating into the starry night sky.

"Poor little girl isn't gonna know what the fuck hit her when we all take her at once," he says, a mouth full of smoke as he holds it in his lungs.

Unaware of the evil scheme we just came up with, the backdoor opens and she walks out. She takes her place in between us— where she belongs —and stares off into the night, a gorgeous smile on her innocent face.

"Done with the trick or treaters?" I ask, playfully bumping her elbow with mine.

"Ha, yeah, I purposely gave the last group of kids all the candy I had left and shut my light off so they'd stop coming," she laughs, eagerly accepting the blunt Blade hands her.

"Smart girl…"

It takes everything in me not to immediately bend her over the railing when she blushes because it’s so unbelievably sexy. I cough, clearing my throat, and make an excuse to go back inside after picking up on Blade's subtle looks as trouble puffs away on the heavily laced blunt. It's time for part one of our plan.

"I'm gonna leave you two be and go mingle. Have fun now," I tell them, whispering into trouble's ear after licking the shell to make her shiver.

"We'll be in soon. Have fun!" she yells as I walk back inside and close the door behind me.

Blade

I step behind her and press my body against hers as she leans over the railing, obviously feeling the effects of the angel dust coursing through her veins. She turns her head and smiles over her shoulder when she feels my cock poke into her chubby little ass.

"You look sexy as sin tonight, Scarlett," I tell her, licking her earlobe as I wrap my arms around her, encircling her petite body and preventing her from moving.

Her eyes are large and wild, flickering back and forth, the drugs already having a strong effect on her. I spin her around and slam my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue between her red painted lips. She kisses me back without hesitation, fisting the hem of my shirt to try to pull me closer. My hand slides down her front as I reach between our bodies, squeezing it in between her thighs and under her short skirt.

I growl into her mouth, rough-sucking her tongue between my teeth as I feel how saturated her thong is. I catch her moan in my mouth, sucking all the air from her lungs with the possessiveness of the kiss. She daringly runs her hand down, cupping my cock over my pants and ripping another dark, animalistic growl from my throat. I wrap my free hand around her throat while my other hand rubs her pussy, attempting to get her nice and wet for me. Panting, we break the kiss and lock eyes, and this time she doesn't even blush as we stare at each other.

"Um… do you... do you want to go to my room?" she asks apprehensively, worried that I will decline her.

Her body relaxes and she becomes at ease as soon as she sees my fucking smile, the blush on her rosy cheeks dissipating.

"You want to go to your room with an apartment full of people?" My tone is flirtatious and deep as I cup her pussy and press my thumb against her clit over her drenched panties.

She shudders, rolling her eyes back as she nods her head.

"Use your fucking words, Scarlett." Her eyes flutter and shift to mine, as if she has heard those words before. Because she has... at the fucking cemetery...

"Yeah, why not?" As I hit the blunt, she smirks, playfully licking her lips.

I take a huge rip off of it, gathering a mouthful of smoke and holding it in my cheeks, giving her a devious grin that causes her blush to return. With one hand on the back of her neck, I let go of her pussy and cupped her cheeks, squeezing them open. I slam my mouth on hers and blow the smoke into her lungs, giving her a shotgun, making the poisonous smoke infiltrate her body to get her even more fucked up.

"Get on your knees for me, pretty girl." I clench my fists around her hair and shove her down, eagerly unbuttoning my pants.

Keeping my gaze on the party inside, I pull out my cock and stroke it as she gets to her knees, a shy smile on her face as she licks her lips, wetting them. I'm waiting for her to recognize it… my cock isn't like the rest of them. Her eyes widen in surprise as she places her hands on my thighs and I guide the tip of my cock to her eager, parted lips.

"You're pierced and tatted?" Her eyes find mine, flickering back to the many memories we've shared over the years, all with me wearing my black mask.

However, as the drugs spread through her bloodstream, a lost look consumed her gaze, and the words became lost on the tip of her tongue .

"You like it?" I ask, pushing the tip between her lips, preventing her from speaking.

She nods, her tongue swirling around my head, sucking me deeper into her mouth. I keep a grin on my face as she works her tongue around my shaft, leaning my back against the railing on her balcony, noticing the chaos in the apartment behind us. I cover her ears with my hands, holding her head, so she can’t hear the screams from inside, even over the loud music. Sinner opens her jaw and sucks me down her throat as the guys mask up and scare the partygoers, bobbing her head slowly like she’s bobbing for fucking apples at a Halloween party.

"Fuck, that's it, Scarlett." I grip her head tightly, pumping my hips as they tense.

Each brush of her tongue against the pulsing veins in my cock sends a rush of pleasure through me.

Looking up, I see Saint holding a knife and locking his gaze on me through the sliding glass door, pausing to watch Scarlett sucking my cock. He grins beneath his mask, twirling his knife for a moment before spinning around and grabbing one of the girls they were calling Summer. I watch as he slams her against the sliding glass door, his mouth crashing down on hers, his knife gliding down the front of her body. I fuck Sinner's mouth harder as she gags on my cock, sensing my climax on the verge of erupting. Saint shoves his hand between Summer's legs, ripping her dress and exposing her ass to the glass door.

The bass from the song rattles the apartment as he raises his blade, sending vibrations throughout my body and pushing me over the edge. As my cum spills into Sinner's mouth, Saint slashes the blade into Summer's throat, turning the glass red with her blood and causing chaos in the apartment as he stabs her repeatedly. I grip Sinner's ears even tighter, making sure she can’t hear the terrified screams of the people inside being butchered as I finish coming in her mouth, making sure every drop trickles down her throat.

She locks her gaze on me, smiling with my cock still between her puffy lips, completely unaware of what’s going on behind her. As soon as the drapes were drawn, I let her up while watching my cock slide out of her mouth. She licks her lips and smiles shyly before falling into my embrace as I wrap my arms around her.

"You're fucking amazing, Scar," I tell her, meaning every fucking word.

"Thanks… I was hoping you'd like it," she laughs, attempting to turn around to see why it has suddenly become darker, but I grab her and spin her around so she’s facing me.

"Is that offer still good?" I ask, swiping the rest of my cum off her puffy bottom lip with my thumb. She nods, her eyes serious, as I press my thumb into her mouth.

"Yeah, it is."

"Good, let's go to your fucking room."