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CHAPTER SEVEN

ONYX

A s I walk into the room, my eyes scan the space, taking in the scene as it unfolds in front of me. Selene stands off to the side, her hands on her hips as she stares down at the guy lying on the floor. Where he fell isn’t far from the dead body that I still need to discard.

This man’s face is still intact, with just a small pool of blood forming on the floor underneath the back of his head. Selene lifts her head, her hazel eyes shining at me through her black mask as her wild gaze meets mine.

“Hey, you,” she says, beaming as she flashes her bright white teeth at me. She takes a step toward me, her hips swaying as she saunters across the room. “I was going to move him, but I don’t know if I can lift him.”

I look down at the guy, watching his chest rise and fall with each shallow breath that he takes in his unconscious state. You can see through his shirt that he’s muscular. Selene is small and petite. There’s no way she’s going to move this guy anywhere without me.

My black heart swells in my chest, pressing against my rib cage at the thought. There aren’t many things that Selene truly needs me for in life. As dependent as we are on one another, she’s independent as hell. She knows how to handle her own and take care of herself. She doesn’t need me to do her dirty work. I’m sure that if I weren’t here right now, she would figure out something to do with this guy or how to move him.

But fortunately, I’m here. And she needs me.

“Where did you want to go with him?”

Selene looks back up at me and shrugs. “I thought about moving him over there by his friend, but I don’t know. I kind of want him to wake up, but I don’t want him to be able to get away.”

My eyes travel across the room, stopping as they reach a table that’s broken in half by the wall. It’s propped against the floor, almost in an angular fashion. There’s no way to render him completely immobile, but it would suffice.

I don’t know what Selene is getting at with wanting him to be awake for this, but judging by the unhinged look in her eyes, I think that this might get a little more out of hand than normal.

“You think that would work?” she asks, her eyes following mine as she motions toward the broken table.

I shrug. “We won’t know until we try it.”

Selene steps out of the way as I walk over to the guy and lift his back. Sliding my arms under his armpits, I hook them around his shoulders and hoist him up. His feet drag along the concrete floor as I pull his body over to the table. Sitting him up, I position him with his back against the wooden piece of furniture. Selene walks over, helping me secure his hands behind the table as I wrap the rope around his wrists.

“Why do you want him awake?”

Selene stands upright, stepping closer to me until her toes touch mine. “You don’t remember him?”

My brow furrows as my eyes scan the guy that’s propped there, his chin touching his chest. “He’s friends with that other piece of shit?”

“His name’s Ian. We went to high school with him. He was one of the guys from the homecoming fire…”

My head snaps to the side. “What do you mean? I took care of all of them a long time ago.”

“He slipped through the cracks. He never laid a finger on me, but he was the one who came up with the idea of them taking me into the pit.”

My jaw clenches and my fingers curl as my hands roll into fists. It happened during Selene’s junior year of high school. She was different in other people’s eyes—everyone’s but mine. She was always quiet in school and didn’t bother with anyone. She kept to herself and busied herself with her artwork, which she was obsessed with.

Our school took too much fucking pride in their baseball team, and a few of the guys on the team thought that they were fucking gods. When Selene turned down their advances multiple times, they couldn’t handle the rejection and decided to take matters into their own hands.

Selene and I never went to any school functions, but one of her friends from art class insisted that she go to that fucking bonfire. I didn’t go. I was already in trouble for getting caught trying to drown our neighbor, Mason, in his pool. The one fucking time that I wasn’t there with Selene, of course shit hit the fan.

Four of the guys cornered her. She didn’t stand a chance against them. Selene was usually prepared for anything, but just this once, she went with her guard down and didn’t have any fucking weapons. The captain, Huxley, slipped something into her drink, and after she passed out they dragged her down to the pit and took turns raping her.

Even if she had a weapon, she wouldn’t have been able to protect herself, not after being drugged and rendered helpless like that.

I found her that night, her legs covered in blood from their vicious assault. Selene didn’t shed a single tear. I don’t know if it was because she’s so closed off from the world already that there was no way for them to possibly touch her mind, or maybe it’s because she’s out of her fucking mind.

Either way, after it happened, all I saw was red. Blood, fucking red. Their fucking blood coating my hands and any surface that it came into contact with. I took care of the first two that night. The next two were taken care of the following day.

Their bodies were never recovered, and I didn’t give a fuck if they ever were. I would gladly rot in prison for those kills. I was careful with my disposal, and all four of their bodies were burned in the incinerator in the basement of this building. Afterward, I made sure to collect all the ash and dispose of it, along with their teeth.

No one would ever know.

Selene never went to the cops. Why the fuck would she? She just moved on, although she was pretty pissed that I took her revenge away from her. Even though it didn’t affect her like you would think, she still wanted that satisfaction. She wanted to feel their blood between her fingertips, and I took that from her.

I couldn’t help myself. I was supposed to protect her, to keep her safe. And I fucking failed.

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?”

Selene shrugs. “I honestly forgot. I was in and out of consciousness, just catching pieces of their conversations. Until I saw him tonight, it had slipped my mind.”

I narrow my eyes at her, not fully trusting her words. If he had really gone to our school, she would have seen him after it had happened. Maybe she blocked him from her mind… I don’t know. There’s something off about this, but who am I to question her?

Just then, Ian begins to stir from where he’s sitting on the floor. “What the fuck?” he mumbles as he lifts his head. His eyes roll back once as he blinks, no doubt clearing his fuzzy vision. His pupils dilate, and his gaze fixes on us as he stares up.

“Get away from her!” he screams at me, thrashing against the ropes that secure him to the table.

Selene walks over to him, tilting her head to the side as she stares at him. I watch as she crouches down in front of him. “Do you really not remember me?”

Ian stops screaming, his eyes focusing on her as his body grows rigid. “How the hell am I supposed to know who you are? What the hell is going on here?”

I move closer to both of them, crossing my arms over my chest as I stand silently, watching it all unfold. This isn’t the place for me to intervene, but I’m ready to tear him apart, limb by fucking limb if needed. I want to watch the life drain from his eyes as he bleeds out on the floor.

“Sturgis High. You remember the homecoming bonfire… that one night in the pit with your little friends.”

Ian’s eyebrows pinch together, before his eyes begin to grow wide. “Wait. No.”

“Yeah.” Selene smiles at him, nodding her head as she pats her hand against his cheek. “Now you remember.”

“I didn’t do anything.” Ian shakes his head, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of us. “They told me that you weren’t feeling well and asked where a good place would be to take you until you started to feel better.”

“But you knew that they took me there and raped me instead.”

I watch as the color drains from Ian’s face and Selene slowly stalks around him. She walks past me, her hand brushing against mine as she pulls the knife from my grip.

“I—uh—I wasn’t there. I don’t know what happened, okay?” Ian glances at me, his eyes pleading, as if he doesn’t know that the two of us are a team.

“Don’t lie to her,” I warn him, my voice low and menacing.

Ian swallows hard when Selene stops by his feet, staring down at him as she waits patiently. I know her well enough to know that her patience will only last so long. It won’t take much before she’s driving that knife repeatedly into his chest without another fucking word.

“I mean, I heard them talking about it afterwards, but I never heard anything else about it. They bragged, and then it faded off. I never saw you around school or anything.” Ian looks at Selene. “Why didn’t you go to the cops?”

Selene’s head tips back, soft laughter falling from her plump lips. She shakes her head, glancing at me as she rolls her eyes. “Why didn’t you go to the cops?” she mocks, sneering as she turns back to him. “Why the fuck would I go to the cops when I can take care of shit myself?” She pauses, her lips pursed, motioning toward me with the knife. “Well, actually, I didn’t get the pleasure of doing that. This guy decided to take matters into his own hands. But now that you’re here, I can settle for that.”

“Settle for what?” Ian’s voice is high-pitched, and the panic is clear in his words. “You guys can just let me go. I won’t say anything about whatever happened to Troy here. I will disappear, and we won’t have to see each other ever again.”

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Selene muses out loud as she drops down onto her knees beside him. “You know, if I were feeling generous, I would consider it. Unlucky for you, I’m not. I’m actually feeling pretty selfish. You helped them take from me, so I’m going to take from you. Need to even out the playing field here somehow.”

Ian’s body is shaking and his arms tense as he fights against the restraints. “I can pay you. I can do whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t do this. Please.”

A ghost of a smile plays on my lips as I take a step backward. I lean my back against the wall, giving Selene the spotlight and watch her work her magic. She doesn’t offer Ian another word. Instead, she drives the blade into his side. She quickly pulls it out and Ian screams out in pain.

A bright red mark grows on his shirt as his blood soaks the material, dripping onto the floor beside him. Selene lifts her leg, straddling him as she settles onto his lap. He thrashes his body around to knock her off, but Selene tightens her thighs, clinging to him as he tries to throw her off.

My cock swells in my pants, my balls clenching as they draw closer to my body. I move along the wall, creeping deeper into the shadows as I position myself on the opposite side of the room. I can’t see Ian’s face from here as I stand behind the table, but I have a clear view of Selene. Her eyes find mine, winking as she lifts the blade to her lips and shushes Ian.

I watch, completely mesmerized as she grips the knife in both hands and thrusts it into Ian’s chest.

He tries to yell out again, but it’s murmured by a gurgling sound as his mouth fills with blood. He convulses violently, his entire body jarring as she pulls the blade out and repeats the same action. She’s covered in blood, the crimson color bright on her ivory skin. Her hazel eyes are filled with a burning fire, a heated lust.

My own actions are a distant thought as I undo my pants, pulling my cock out. I fist my hand around it, stroking myself as I watch Selene plunge the knife into Ian’s body repeatedly. She’s vicious and fucking messy. I like her like this—completely unhinged and unfiltered to the world.

Selene lifts her eyes back to me, a sinister gleam in them as her gaze trails down my body, stopping at my cock. She watches, clamping down on her bottom lip as I continue to slide my hand along the length of my dick.

“You like what you see?” Selene’s lips curl upward into a sinister smirk. “Why don’t you come over here and play with me?”

Goddamn, I fucking do. She’s covered in someone else’s blood and has my cum sticking to the skin on the insides of her thighs from earlier.

“Don’t fucking stop.”