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Suck My Knife

Scarlett

I have been tied to the bed all night, helpless lying here as each man comes in and takes his turn with me. They keep me doped up, giving me pill after pill so I can escape reality and let my mind take me anywhere. The bizarre thing is that none of them have physically hurt me; they have simply messed with my head and taken me against my will. The drugs they feed me make it impossible to say no to whatever they want to do, and by the time they wear off, I'm fed more, so the high never ends. My body hurts, the scars all over me are getting worse, and I can already feel the progression.

As I lay here, Blade's words repeat in my head—the ones about killing me—and I shiver, hitting my core deeply. I knew they'd kill me eventually, but I'm hoping I'll have enough time to convince at least one of them to set me free or at least not kill me. If they want me to join them, I will. I just don't want to die.

I look around the stone walls, the blood catching my eye again, but this time it does not frighten me. What scares me is the skull sitting on the table beside the bed I'm on that wasn't here when they brought me in. I jerk my body and scoot back as much as I can for being restrained, fear shaking me like I'm having a fucking seizure. One of them told me Saint collects skulls. How fucking weird. Then again, all of these guys are weird.

I freeze when I hear commotion in the main part of the Mausoleum, knowing that whenever these guys fight, they take their rage out on me. Please don't come for me… knowing Halloween is now over and I haven't seen Melanie at all, it leaves me wondering if they've killed her too. I am curious what everyone will think when word gets out about what happened at my apartment. Oh my god… all the blood... all the dead bodies...

I try to sit up against the cold, bloody headboard to breathe through the panic attack that threatens to rock me. My heart tightens and my chest squeezes, almost closing up. Closing my eyes, I try to recall a pleasant memory to help me relax... but I can't fucking think of any.

Riley

Blade and Saint try to block my way into the room by standing in front of the door, preventing me from seeing my little mouse. They're being awfully greedy over her, and I don't fucking like it.

Saint initiated this nonsense, but when we do it, we all get equal time. But this time has been fucking different. Blade and Saint have gotten her way more than me and Nix, and every time I fucking want her, they come up with some pisspore excuse. Not tonight. She's fucking mine, and we're gonna paint the town red tonight… literally.

"Get the fuck out of my way, Saint," I growl, charging toward him, ready for a fight.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Riley?" He fires back, adamant about not letting me into the room with her.

"I'm taking her out tonight, and me and her are going to have a little fun."

"She's not fucking leaving this place unless she's going to our apartment, and that ain't happening." Blade steps beside him, his bulky, muscular frame blocking the door and towering over me as I approach. He's fucking huge, but I'm on a fucking mission.

"Tell me how it's fucking fair that you two get to have her whenever the fuck you want, but I can't take her out for a fucking drink to pick up another girl?"

They drop their jaws and stare at me, still not moving from the door.

"I want to go!" she yells from the room, not knowing what she's agreeing to. She probably thinks she'll be able to get away tonight… but she's dead fucking mistaken.

" Shut it, sinner. We're figuring it the fuck out."

"Why the fuck are you taking her to get another girl?" Saint inquires, his thick brows knitted in wonder.

"Because I want to prepare her for the whole Mel thing. I want her to grab Mel. Ironic, is not it?" I grin, arms crossed across my chest, waiting for them to agree that my plan serves a purpose.

"That's not a bad idea, but I don't want her in public. Have you seen the way she looks?" Blade says, possessiveness in his eyes as he turns around and looks at her across the room.

"Her face is unharmed, so all we have to do is cover her body, which is simple with the right outfit." As I rub my hands together in anticipation, the brothers exchange glances, mulling over the idea in their heads. Hopefully this works and I don't have to fight them for her pussy.

"Fine, she's yours tonight, Riley. But do not fucking make us regret it." They reluctantly step aside, allowing me to enter the room where my little toy is.

She smiles to try to hide the horror swirling within her eyes as she remains tightly bound to the bed, naked and on display for all of us. But I can see it. I can always fucking see it.

"Hope you're in the mood to go out tonight," I tell her as I work on loosening her wrist restraints.

I’m not sure why, but she gives me a grateful look. She puts her hands over her chest to try to block my ravenous eyes from seeing her gorgeous, perky tits, but I rip them down so I can see them once more, rubbing her sore, bloody wrists as I sit her up.

"Where are we going?"

"Out for a little fun. You'll see."

Taking her arm, I bring her wrist to my mouth and begin gliding my tongue over the dried blood smeared on her skin, cleaning her up. She moans from the feeling of my tongue, but shame fills her eyes as she tries to hide the fact that she likes it. She's so torn about how she should be feeling. If she were smart, she wouldn't bother trying to feel anything since she'll be fucking dead soon and it won't fucking matter.

Blade

I had to leave the mausoleum because if I stayed any longer and was separated from Scarlett, I was going to fucking lose it in front of everyone. My obsession is becoming more intense than Saint's, and it’s fucking terrifying me. I’m not sure what it is about her, but I can’t seem to get away from her. I doubt I’ll be able to fucking kill her. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Once I had her pussy I was done. But it’s not just that. It's fucking everything about her.

I light a cigarette and blow the smoke into the darkness, watching it swirl and mix with the fog that has settled throughout the cemetery. I can hear yelling inside, but I ignore it because I don’t want to get involved in their drama. The door opens, but I keep my back to it, focusing on the gravestones scattered throughout the cemetery, which are covered in dead leaves and frost from the recent cold snap.

"What's going on, Blade?" Saint asks, coming to check on me like always.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine." Deja vu hits me as I recall taking him out last year and asking him the same fucking question, and he gave me the same fucking answer I just gave him.

"It's Scarlett, isn't it? You fucking love her, don't you?" I stare at him, greedily puffing on my cigarette to make myself dizzy as all kinds of thoughts about her flood my mind.

"I don't fucking know, Saint. I think so," I admit, knowing I can trust him with anything.

"That isn't the plan, Blade. The plan is to kill her."

"I fucking know!" I scream and slam my palms against his chest, causing him to stumble backwards into a tombstone.

"Take it easy. We'll figure something out. We always do." He promises, but I can see the evil lurking in his eyes and can tell he's lying. He doesn't know what love is; he never fucking did. That's why he couldn't keep his fucking wife. To be fair, none of us had any idea what love was until Scarlett showed up.

Scarlett

"Put this on and make yourself pretty for me, baby." Riley rises from the bed and throws me an outfit.

He comes to a stop in the doorway and turns to face me, flashing me a sexy grin that makes my stomach turn as I think back to the things he did to me.

"Where are we going? Are you going to tell me yet?"

"No. Just out, now fuck off with the questions," he tells me as he storms out of the room, leaving me alone. "Oh, and take those pills too. I'll be able to tell if you did or not," he yells from the other room.

My gaze is drawn to two white pills on the small table, and I cringe as I wonder what they are. In an attempt to devise a strategy, I take one and hide the other, keeping it for later until I can figure out what to do with it. Pulling on the clothes he gave me, I notice it is one of my outfits, and I breathe a sigh of relief that I am not wearing the clothes of a murdered girl. I apply a light layer of makeup, trying to pretty myself up for him like I was told, wanting to remain on their good side for as long as I can so they don't kill me sooner. Anything to survive...

Once I'm ready and I go to walk out of the room, I'm met by Blade and Saint at the door, blocking my way out. As I look deeply into their eyes, they are distant and torn; there is nothing but sadness inside them.

"You look fucking beautiful, sinner," Blade says as he reaches out and grabs my hip.

"Thank you, Blade," I tell him, smiling back.

He leans in for a sweet kiss like I have never had before, and I find myself kissing him back and enjoying it. What is wrong with me?

Saint is obsessively watching, but after what they have done to me, I am not afraid of an audience. Riley's voice interrupts my enjoyment of Blade, causing us both to groan and shiver against each other's bodies.

"Let's fucking go," Riley yells, pushing past the brothers and grabbing my wrist, dragging me out of the room.

I avoid looking around the tomb, not wanting to see any more blood, bones, or tools for torture, afraid they'll be used on me next. Nixon has vanished, leaving me to wonder what he is up to. But I don't ask. I'm not that stupid. I take one last look at Saint and Blade before Riley viciously drags me the rest of the way out, the cold air stinging my skin from the wounds covering it.

He shoves me into the front seat and slams the door as he walks around to get in the driver's seat, not saying anything as he drives away from the dark, eerie cemetery that I will never look at the same way again. The entire ride, he has his knife out, resting on my thigh, as to serve as a reminder of who's in control and that if I make any sudden moves, he'll use it on me… and I know he won't hesitate to either.

Riley

Pulling up to the bar, I park and turn off the car, eagerly turning to Scarlett. I admire her tonight, smirking, knowing how she really looks underneath her outfit. I push my hand between her thighs, rubbing her covered pussy grinning when she leans into my touch, a moan slipping from her throat. Grabbing her throat, I pull her toward me and claim her lips, forcing my tongue into her mouth, tasting the bitterness of the pill on her tongue. Good, she took them. Pulling her onto my lap, I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, yanking her hand down so she can stroke it for me.

"Baby, get me hard. I'm gonna fuck you before we go inside." Her tiny, soft hand wraps around my cock, gripping me at the base .

I lift her skirt and use my knife to sever her panties, tossing them into the backseat. Pressing on her clit painfully with the point of my knife, she sucks in a deep breath and spasms in my arms, rubbing frantically against my cock. The knife isn’t even phasing her. I press on it and rub fast, watching her eyes roll back. I spread her wetness around, lubricating her cunt so my cock can slide right in. She arches her back against the steering wheel, her lips parted, her eyes fluttering with desire. I fuck her with my fingers deep inside her pussy, not caring if I hurt her, only caring about how her pleasure makes me feel. As she strokes my cock, I jerk my hips, aiming for her pussy as a hint.

"Come on, fucking sit on it."

"Here?" Shock fills her lustful eyes as she slowly lifts her ass off my lap.

"Yeah, here. Now put my cock in that tight little pussy, Scarlett, and fucking ride me."

She obeys, afraid of me for what I did to her last time. She brings my cock to her cunt and presses the head against her opening, sinking on it slowly—too slowly for me. I slam her down on my cock while holding her hips, ripping her poor little pussy even more and making her scream inside my car. I frantically rock her against me, thrusting my hips so my cock prods deep inside her warm cunt, causing her to chase the sensation as she rides me fast and hard.

I grab my knife from the seat beside me and insert the blade into her mouth while holding onto the handle. Her eyes widen, and she stops riding me, earning her a hard slap on the ass.

"I didn't fucking tell you to stop, so keep riding my fucking cock." She continues, sitting up straight and slamming her ass down, taking me deep inside so she can feel it in her belly.

"Now, suck my fucking knife." Her eyes widen, but she obeys, sucking the blade of my knife slowly and carefully, putting on a perfect show for me .

She sucks it like she sucked my cock that night, being extra careful not to cut herself while riding me and enjoying the way my cock feels inside of her. The boys were right; her pussy is like fucking heaven.

I recline my seat, one hand on her hip, the other on the handle of my knife as she sucks it, her dark eyes on mine as she searches for a fucking soul that I don’t have. I plow my cock deep within her tight, dripping cunt, making her luscious lips part in pure ecstasy as a moan of desire rips from her fucking throat.

She tilts her head back, her pussy clamping around my cock so fucking tight that she throws caution to the wind with the knife on her tongue and bounces harder. It’s fucking over when our eyes meet. Something in them pushes me over the edge and sends my cum showering her insides in white.

"Yessss!" She screams as I remove the knife from her throat, blood trickling down her tongue.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I slam my mouth against hers, sucking her tongue between my teeth to clean the blood off of it. Her hands grasp at my body feverishly, as if she's trying to hold onto me for dear life, but she's hesitant.

"It's okay, baby. Grab me. Fucking choke me while you're at it." I smirk as I direct her hands to my neck.

"You want me to choke you?" she pants, rocking against my lap during a brief rush of orgasm, her legs tight around my hips.

"Yeah, you like it, right? Show me what it feels like to be fucking choked." She wraps her hands around my throat, cutting off my air.

My eyes bulge, but the sensation in my head is euphoric, sending my nerves into overdrive. I reach up and grab her throat, squeezing it as tightly as she does mine. She brings her mouth to mine on her own, passionately kissing me as her body spasms against mine, my cum spilling out of her pussy and pooling at the base of my shaft every time she slams her ass on me .

"That's it, my little psycho... fucking choke me and soak me with that cum…" I growl, licking the shell of her ear as she shudders violently, not seeming to be afraid of anything.

Probably because of the drugs we've been feeding her... either that or her schizophrenia is acting up again and she's here for the chaos.

Scarlett

Riley and I get out of the car and pretended like nothing had happened. He grabs my hand, takes his finger, and forces my lips into a smile, sucking roughly on the side of my neck so he leaves a mark. His mark.

"How about we go have some fun?"

Without waiting for my answer, he takes me inside and drags me to the bar. I'm pulled onto his lap and forced to pretend that I want to be here with him. The drinks help, but the constant pain and humiliation make it impossible for me to forget. Riley scans the crowded bar, hunting for something, but he hasn't told me what. Knowing what they like to do, I know it can’t be good. Should I ask him, maybe make conversation?

"What exactly are you looking for?" I can hear the nervousness in my voice, but I try to ignore it by putting on a fake smile with my puffy, glossy lips.

"I'm looking for someone to take home with us. I'm itching, Scar," he says, and I'm not quite sure what he means.

"What are you itching for?" I ask, taking another sip of my drink, bracing myself for the answer.

He squeezes my thigh, licks across my collarbone, and lets out a hungry growl while looking at me calmly as ever. "I'm itching for a kill."

My heart slows and my throat tightens. Didn't they kill enough people at my apartment?

"How come you do that?" I ask, hoping it doesn't set him off.

"Because I fucking like it. It's an obsession of sorts. Like an addiction, and I can't fucking stop it."

When I look at him this time, there's no smile on his face or no scowl. His eyes are blank, almost empty, and nothing but blackness swirls within them. "Why do you need to kill someone, though? Can't you just fight it?"

"No, I've tried." As his brows furrow in frustration, agony consumes his handsome features. I can tell I've struck a nerve, so I keep my mouth shut, trying not to piss him off anymore.

"You seem determined to talk me out of it, Scarlett..." He pulls my hair back, exposing my neck to him, sinking his teeth in until he draws little drops of blood from his vicious bite. "I can just kill you if you want..."