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twenty-three

Second Thoughts

December

Scarlett

E ven though Halloween is long over, living with these guys makes it feel like it's Halloween all the time. Being stuck in a tomb is creepy enough, never mind all the scattered bones, human flesh, and dried blood all over the concrete, and the array of knives they have displayed everywhere. But I'm used to it now. It doesn't phase me anymore.

Ever since that night they made me kill Melanie, nothing phases me anymore. And she wasn't my only kill either. They've been taking me out more and getting off on watching me work the knife through someone's body, but their favorite is when I swipe it across their throat. My hands are stained with blood, and I don't even cringe about it anymore. It's become a part of me now, much like those little white pills that Nixon forces down my throat—the same ones I have in a pile hidden in a crack in the wall behind the bed I'm still chained to. I have a new year’s resolution, and it doesn't involve being cuffed to this uncomfortable bed for another fucking year, I can tell you that.

"Ah, you're awake." Riley comes in smiling, holding a fresh set of clothes and the key to the cuffs, the guys following right behind him, each one looking exhausted for some reason, while I'm over here feeling more rested than ever.

"I've been awake," I fire back, exhausted from boredom.

"Get dressed. We're going out," Riley commands, his eyes locking on mine as he works on unlocking me.

After I’m uncuffed, the four men form a half circle around the bed and stare at me with dark, starving eyes as I strip off my blood-soaked lingerie, revealing my naked body to them. I love teasing them like this; watching their eyes glaze over is the best part. Every time their eyes find the cuts on my body, the streaks of blood, the bruises, or their bite marks, they fill with satisfaction and hunger—like right now. It doesn't take long for them to get hard, and my eyes find their cocks right away. I mean, they're not hard to miss, sticking straight up, straining against their tight sweats, making me drool much like I'm making them drool.

"Scratch that," Riley says, pushing me down on the bed, ripping his clothes off the rest of the way, and climbing on top of me, his mouth claiming the front of my throat right away.

"I need you first. I can't wait. Who wants to join?" I grin, knowing they're all watching, but I'm shocked when I see Saint sit down, putting his hand down his pants, and immediately begin stroking his cock.

"I'm sitting this one out. I'd rather watch today. But here's what's going to fucking happen. Riley, you can have her cunt; Nix, you can have her tight little ass; and Blade, fill her fucking mouth up."

Saint winks at me and I wink back, playing the game right along with him as the guys eagerly undress and climb onto the bed, getting into position. " Love you, trouble…" He mouths. I blink, momentarily taken aback by Saint's words; the thrill of the unknown sends a surge of excitement through me. I look at Riley, searching for any hesitation or compassion, but all I see is a burning desire in his eyes.

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "Fine," I whisper, my voice barely audible .

The room is filled with a mix of anticipation and desire, and I can't help but feel a sense of liberation. Riley's touch is electrifying as he enters me, his cock hard and thick, his movements filled with a raw passion that leaves me breathless as he slams me down on his cock with such brutality that I let out an ear piercing scream that shakes my entire body.

Nixon and Blade join in, their hands and mouths ravenously exploring every inch of my body. Pleasure courses through me, overwhelming my senses as I surrender to the moment.

Blade, taking advantage of my open mouth, shoves his cock between my lips, his large hand wrapping around my throat as his eyes find me and stay there. Swirling my tongue around his pulsing shaft, he grins, pumping his hips as Nixon enters my ass in a single thrust that has me jolting forward while Riley holds my hips so I can't move. Their hands caress every part of me, their fingers digging into my flesh, clawing at whatever they can as they rip me apart piece by piece. Every time I rock, they rock, thrusting harder and faster, ripping moan after moan from my throat even though they're muffled by Blade's massive cock.

"Fuck, Scar… God, this pussy feels so good." Riley slams me down again, reaching between my thighs to flick my clit, making my body twitch from the sensation.

"I bet her ass feels better," Nixon says from behind me, leaning against my back as he drags his teeth across my shoulder blades, eliciting a shiver from my trembling body.

Hearing Saint's desperate strokes as he jerks himself off to the sight of me being fucked, I can tell he's close to coming by the sound of the breathy moans floating from his mouth. Locking eyes with Blade again, he grins, wrapping his hand tighter around my throat as his cum begins to trickle on the back of my tongue.

"Fucking swallow it, sinner." Grinning even wider, he holds my head tightly in his hands, forcing his cock deep down my throat while I suck every drop out of him .

Instead of Riley and Nixon coming inside of me, in a sudden change of events, both of them pull out of me, shoving me to the mattress on my back.

"Look at you so flushed... so perfect." Nixon strokes his cock over my tits, spraying them with his cum as Riley aims his at my pussy.

"Fucking cover her," Saint orders, already spent from stroking and coming as he smokes a cigarette and watches with curious eyes as they start to paint me with their cum.

It's a dance of sweaty, writhing bodies, a ferocious battle of desire. The boundaries of hate and lust blur as we lose ourselves in the pleasure that consumes us. In this moment, there is no judgment, no shame. There's only the intoxicating, fucked up connection we share, a connection that transcended the physical and completely fucked with everything I believed about right and wrong.

Hours pass, we lay tangled together, our bodies spent and sated. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing. I look around at the faces of the men I loathe and feel satisfied as they all pull away from me, leaving me panting on the bed covered in their cum.

"Now get the fuck dressed," Riley says before leaving the room, his whole demeanor shifting as the guys follow behind him, leaving me alone once again.

Confused, sticky, and way past the point of my soul ever being saved, I sigh heavily, refusing to accept defeat—refusing to accept my fate they've chosen for me. Fuck this. I need to get out of here. I have to kill them… It's the only way I'll ever be free.

Nixon

I can smell the snow in the air as I breathe, but there 's no sign of it yet. The beautiful coated dark velvet sky twinkles with bright stars, looking like a blanket of silk floating above us. But when I lower my gaze, the gloom and dread of the haunting yet comforting cemetery bring me back to reality. They're right… up there really is heaven, and down here really is fucking hell; they even look like it too. But it's my hell and I fucking love it; it's where I belong.

"What are we doing with her?" I ask the guys, passing the blunt to Blade. Feeling the tingle from the angel dust tickling my lips, I lick them greedily, waiting for the drugs to kick in.

"What do you mean? We're killing her like we planned, nothing's changed. This is all fucking payback for killing my fucking sister, or have you guys forgotten?" Riley snatches the blunt out of Blade's hand and puts it to his lips, grinning as fresh flakes begin to fall from the sky.

Noticing the look on the brother's faces, I can tell that wasn't the answer they were hoping for, but to be fair, that was always the plan from the start; she was to be played with, tortured, and killed for having a part in Carli's murder.

"Why don't we just keep her?" Blade asks, his eyes heavily hooded and flickering with fucking love for this girl—this captive .

"And do what with her, Blade? She's just another fucking mouth to worry about—another person we have to worry about calling the cops on our asses."

"You really think after all this shit she'll call the fucking cops on us? She's fucking killed too, Riley." In an outrage, Blade gets up and storms back into the Mausoleum, most likely checking on Scarlett, leaving Riley shaking his head in disbelief.

"He's turning soft on us."

"Shut the fuck up, Riley," Saint bites viciously, a possessive, vengeful look swirling in his eyes.

"Are you turning soft too, Saint?"

"Don't make me shut you the fuck up." A single threat has Riley tight-lipped, sitting on the cold, snowy grass as Saint heads back inside too, taking the blunt with him. Glancing at Riley, I shake my head, conflicted about the whole situation myself.

"What, are you having second thoughts too?" he asks, dragging the tip of his knife through the snow.

"No… I'm not."

And although I am having second thoughts, I'm not going to tell him that. But that's not what's on my mind right now—my mind is stuck on something else—something that has never made sense to me.

How the fuck did Carli get hit with a bullet perfectly between the fucking eyes by a dumb fucking kid waving a gun around? It can't just be dumb luck, can it? But how can it be explained then? What really happened that night?

"What are you in your head about, Nix?" he asks, still playing around with his knife, swiping the pads of his fingers along the sharpened edge.

His curious eyes bore into mine as if trying to find the answer he's searching for, but this one I'm keeping to myself… for now, anyway.

"Nothing, I'm just bored. Can we go kill someone?"

He grins as soon as the words leave my lips, which I knew he would. "What do you have in mind?"

"I feel like a chase tonight… I'm missing the thrill. Don't get me wrong. I love what we have with Scarlett and how she's always at our fucking disposal, but there's nothing like the chase, Ri; seeing the fear in their eyes when they run for their fucking lives…" I look toward the sky, my eyes darkening as a fog of murderous desire clouds them, adrenaline coursing through my veins. "And seeing the look in their eyes when I put my knife to their fucking throat... it's the fucking best." He nods his head, grinning as sadistically as ever.

"I know what you're talking about... I miss it too. Since Scarlett, we haven't had that." We both sigh, looking toward the Mausoleum. I wonder if he's thinking the same thing.

"I know they want to keep her, Nix," he says, pressing the tip of the blade between his fingers until drops of blood drip onto the freshly fallen snow, painting it red. "But I think she needs to go. She's fucking changed everything up between us and I don't fucking like it." Pain coats his voice as he speaks, but his eyes still look diabolical.

"I love her, yeah, of course… but I think we need to kill her." He sinks the knife deeper into his finger and drags it down, making a small slice. Blood leaks quickly from the cut as he brings his finger to his mouth, curling his tongue around it to clean it up.

"What do you think?"

"What do I think?" I ask, not knowing the answer.

"I know that I love her. That was never part of this fucking plan and I think that's where it all went fucking wrong…" I sigh, shaking my head, already knowing her fate regardless of what I want to do. "We all fucked up and fell in love with her fucking psycho ass."

"Yeah, I get that," he says impatiently, wanting to know the answer to his other question.

"What about the other thing? Do you wanna keep her or do you wanna kill her, Nix? You gotta pick one." He sucks on his finger, the blood from the cut staining his perfect teeth red. Grinning confidently, I pull out a smoke and light it, imagining running my blade over Scarlett's body, pressing it against her throat…

"I wanna k…"

Saint

Already feeling the effects of the dust, I pull out a cigarette and hand the blunt to Blade, trying to be quiet so Scarlett doesn't notice us.

"I'm good with this."

"There's still half a blunt," he says, shocked almost.

"Yeah, but there's a lot of dust on it and I'm high as fuck," he laughs, taking another huge rip, his eyes trained on Scarlett as she changes.

"Can't go through with it, can you?" I ask, not taking my eyes off of her either.

"Nope. I thought I could, but I can't fucking do it, Saint. I can't fucking kill her. I fucking love her too much." Finally, he admits it, which I had already known.

"What about you?" Feeling better having heard his admission, I take a drag off my cigarette and tell him.

"No, I can't either. I think we should call it off..."