Chapter 14

14

FINN

T hey look like two sexy, blond gods.

Strong. Self-assured. Sinful.

And I still wonder what I have done to deserve them.

I know I shouldn’t think like that, but it’s a feeling that involuntarily creeps up whenever I look at them. They are my saviours who literally came to me during a dark night.

They want me.

They’re out there to protect me against my tormentors. It’s something no one has ever done for me before.

I still can’t believe what just happened. The four of them coming back tonight, spraying the walls, breaking through the door. And then…what? Hurt me? Kill me?

Group dynamics are an interesting thing. Lea was nice enough during the party, but to find her here now with the others is unbelievable. My eyes are glued to the screen, darting from left to right to make sure I don’t miss a thing.

Castor and Bran come into view. They’re both wearing hoodies and scarves that are pulled up to cover their noses since it has started snowing again. They take the path that leads to the old director’s house, then halt. Right under the faint light of a vintage street lamp. I’m on the edge of my seat when they pull down their scarves and start kissing.

My stomach flips as I watch their lips mold togather. Fuck… to see them together like that, two identical square jaws and full lips battling for dominance.

My beautiful psychos.

Castor wraps a gloved hand around Bran’s throat and sweeps his tongue up his cheek, turning his face to glare right into the camera.

“Holy shit,” I murmur. My hand has found its way inside my lacy underwear. I’m hard again, despite Bran’s blowjob. I can’t get enough of them.

Bran swipes his glove against Castor’s face and directs him back to his mouth. They finish the kiss with a forceful peck, then pull up their scarves as if nothing happened.

Knowing they’ll leave me panting on the couch.

My gaze shifts to the other screen. My chest constricts at the sight of David and Levi scavenging through the place. Perhaps I should be surprised that the twins have emptied my room. But the feeling doesn’t compare to the level of detail they have given the place in my absence.

There is furniture there.

Things that weren’t there before.

Did they…place it there? “Just to fuck with them,” I murmur. A chuckle bubbles up in my chest. Yes. “Just to fuck with them.”

After what feels like a lifetime of being treated like an outcast, this feels so fucking insane. It feels so insanely good.

“Dude, check this out,” I hear Levi say. He’s standing inside the tiny space that used to be my bathroom. The memory of the shower I took earlier in the luxurious bathroom with its double shower heads makes the place look painfully bare.

I wonder what they’re looking for when I see movement by the front door.

Bran comes into view. “Flower?” He looks up and right into the camera. “If one of them is alone in one of the rooms, lock him in and give us a sign.”

My finger hovers over the right option as my gaze darts back to Levi, still in my tiny bathroom. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, then press the button. The door closes with an unhealthy swing. Swallowing through my usual hesitance, I make the lights flash.

“Good boy,” says Castor. “Now, give us a scream if it’s David you locked in.”

Bran gives me a thumbs up when the silence follows.

Levi is banging against the bathroom door, sounding terrified. Hell, I would be too. And I don’t even know what he found there.

“Finn?” David rumbles at the sound of the bell. “Is that you?” He shuffles through the corridor but doesn’t walk to the front door. “I swear if that’s him—’ he mutters to himself. But he hesitates.

It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him hesitate.

“Levi!” He runs back up the stairs to where Levi is still banging on the bathroom door. Downstairs, the front door creaks open. Unsure of what they want me to do, I sit and watch.

While Bran takes position by the front door, Castor goes for the stairs. Something flashes in his hand, and I realize it’s a knife. That shouldn’t make my body tremble, yet it does. From fear, I tell myself, yet it’s desire, my hand holding my cock as I watch.

Upstairs, David’s light lingers on the bathroom door.

“David!” Levi shouts from the other side.

David tries the knob. “It’s locked, man. I can’t get you out.” He flashes to the wall, then swears.

My heart races when he reveals the red, smeared letters.

I was here .

“Fuck, man, this place is insane. Levi, listen, bud, I’m going to get help. Okay? Hang in there!” Next, his light shows a crooked frame of all the asylum’s inhabitants and nurses, a photograph similar to the one we found in the asylum. This one was taken in front of the old director’s house.

“Don’t leave me here!” Levi cries out, followed by more bangs. “Come on, man, don’t–” There’s another burst, probably of him throwing his entire body against the door, but it won’t budge. While David jogs back to the end of the hall, I hear Levi falling apart.

His sobs and pleas make my ears buzz. I want to make it stop.

But there’s no time. Because the creaking sound of the stairs makes David screech to a halt.

“Oh no,” he mutters, all bravado gone. “Listen man, whoever you are. I’m unarmed, and I just want to leave. Alright? I just want to leave.”

Castor reaches the end of the stairs, and everything stops. David’s light shines on one of my crazy twins, and my stomach flops when I see what he sees—a hooded man with a scarf drawn up to cover most of his face. A bomber jacket clings to his broad shoulders, and leather boots were pulled over his track pants.

“I’m unarmed,” David shrieks again. “I just want to leave, I won’t—” His voice falters.

Castor’s knife flickers in his light.

David spins on his heel and searches for a way out. There isn’t any, all the doors are locked, and so he does the only thing he can do—he climbs up the stairs that lead to the attic. Castor follows him with a sudden burst of speed, and they’re both running to go up.

My heart is racing. Cock throbbing in my hand.

Reaching the attic, David runs over the wooden flooring. Spiderwebs coat the wooden beams and windows. Aside from some furnishings covered in blankets, the place is empty.

Castor stays in the door while David panics. There’s no way out.

“Come on, man,” he finally says. “I don’t know what your problem is, but I have money. I have lots of it. I can pay you, and we can forget this ever happened.”

Castor cocks his head.

David points toward the knife. “Or if you’re out for a kill, there’s someone downstairs. He—he’s my friend. But he’s locked inside the bathroom and can’t get out. If you let me go, I won’t tell them. I won’t tell anyone.”

Castor still doesn’t answer.

Fresh footsteps fill the silence—the creaking sound of the stairs, followed by singing.

“David! Oh, David!”

“Oh, god,” David stutters.

Castor snorts.

When David looks down to his legs, I realize he must have pissed himself.

I’m torn between feeling guilty and feeling incredibly turned on.

Flicking my gaze toward the other camera, I see Bran coming up the stairs. On the first floor, he halts in front of the camera, pulls down his scarf and licks the screen.

“I’m so ready for you, flower,” he moans.

I groan and need to squeeze my dick.

Sliding his scarf back up, he sings once more for David. Then he hits the second floor.

“Please,” David begs. “Tell me why.”

“Finn,” Castor says in a low growl.

“What about him?”

“Finn,” Castor repeats. He takes a step forward, and behind him, Bran appears.

Awareness creeps into David’s gaze. “You are those guys from before,” he lifts his hand to touch his bandaged nose. “Okay, you got me. I’m afraid, alright? If that’s what you wanted, well done. Can I go now?”

Bran takes a few steps and heads for the nearest window, peering outside. “The view from up here is quite remarkable.”

David huffs. “Whatever.”

“How many seconds would it take to fall to the ground? Two, three?”

“More,” Castor replies. “Seven, eight excruciatingly slow seconds filled with fear. And then?—”

“I get it,” David barks.

Bran smirks. “I don’t think you do.”

“Where the hell did you come from anyway?” David asks instead. “I have never seen you around campus.”

“From the basement of the asylum,” Bran smiles at Castor. “Why does everyone think we’re still students?”

“No idea, brother,” Castor looks at his knife. “We were just down there, quietly, waiting for our treasure to be delivered to our doorstep.”.

“You guys are insane,” David snarls, but he takes a step back when Castor lifts the blade and uses it to wipe off some invisible dust from his coat.

“Not so brave now, are you,” Bran whispers. “Tell me, how does it feel to be afraid?”

“Fuck off,” David grumbles.

“He’s afraid of you, did you know that? Terrified,” Castor points the knife in front of him, my own heart feeling as if he cut right through it. He’s right. Ever since that kiss I shared with David, the public outing that led to so much disgrace, my life has been ruled by bullies. Perhaps that’s why I’ve always felt so close to Laura DiSanti because she was tormented, even after death.

David shrugs. “It’s because he’s a loser. I should never have kissed him.”

“You’re right about that,” Bran nods.

“Listen, he is not who you think he is. To me, he was a mistake.”

“Because after you tasted him once, you couldn’t forget him,” Castor adds. “I get it.”

I expect David to laugh it off. I expect him to swear at Castor. Instead, he just stands there while the twins walk in on him.

“What we don’t get is why you made his life hell,” Bran adds. “Although we are grateful you did. Because if you hadn’t been such a complete ass, he would have never gotten over you. You know what?”

David lifts his gaze to meet Bran’s.

“Finn would have been the best fucking thing that would have ever happened in your life,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head dramatically. “Not that it matters anymore.”

“All those plans…” Bran snaps his fingers. “Poof. Gone.”

“Why?” David’s shoulders tense.

Both their smiles widen, bringing a deranged glow to their handsome features.

“Because you’re going to die,” Bran says sweetly.

Castor lifts his knife, smiling when David recoils. “Don’t worry. I’m an expert.”

“How much do you want?” David begs. “I have money. I can give you everything you want. I can give Finn everything he needs. All the apologies in the world. And more money than he’ll ever be able to spend.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got that covered,” Bran says. He looks around him and signs. “Nah, unfortunately for you, this is where it ends. Any last, famous words?”

Castor chuckles, then swings his knife in the air. It’s just for show, even I can tell, but David’s too afraid to take the risk. He jumps back with a loud yelp and crashes against the wall.

“Hang on, don’t go too fast,” Bran starts opening the windows. “There. Now you can choose.” He looks outside. “Seven seconds, are you sure?”

“Excruciatingly, slow seconds,” Castor adds.

“If you jump, you will die. If you’re lucky, you live. Although maybe—” Bran turns back to David. “It’s better if he didn’t survive that fall.”

“Or?” David stammers. “Is there another way out of here?”

“Out of your life, you mean?” Castor smiles and lifts his knife. “There is.”

“No!” David cries. He runs back to the door, where Bran pushes him back into the room. His chuckle fills the inky-black space.

My eyes are glued to the horrifying scene. And I realize they really are psychopaths. I watch their faces, cut out of marble, their perfect features as they taunt and laugh. There’s no empathy. No remorse. There’s only cruel wickedness—the game.

A game they will win.

My hand furiously strokes my cock, and I swallow, throat dry. My moans are a mere rasp when I feel my balls draw up.

They might be crazy, but I am their freak.

“Die, David, die,” Castor slowly whispers. This time, he isn’t joking around when he holds up the knife. The blade slashes through David’s upper arm, making him howl in pain.

Die, David, die.

“Please!”

Castor lets out a tssk. “We’ve passed that phase. Jump or stay. Which one’s it going to be?”

Bran is still laughing, but when David comes into his reach, he suddenly grabs hold of his bloody arm and digs his nails into it. David crushes to the floor with a pained cry. Yanking his head back, Bran lowers his face to meet David’s. “You know, maybe Finn would have forgiven you. Unfortunately for you, you’re dealing with us now. And we don’t forgive. We want chaos and death.”

Die, David, Die.

Hauling David onto his feet, he pushes him forward and to the window. David screams, and the twins laugh.

“Jump, pretty boy. End your life before we slash you open.”

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck—” I come all over my hand, panting and moaning as my climax rages through me.

“Die, David, die,” Castor whispers.

David jumps. His sharp scream rattles through the snow-covered forest, only diminishing as he falls.

One, two, three…

Silence.

My mouth falls open when I watch him on screen. He fell flat on his face. Sprawled out onto the ground, I can’t keep my eyes off him.

He’s motionless, with a steady pool of blood forming into the snow.

Gone. My tormentor is gone.

“That wasn’t seven seconds, you liar,” Bran pouts.

Castor laughs as they make their way down, then halts when they reach the bathroom.

“Levi,” Bran slides a hand against the door.

I hear Levi’s sobs from the other side. Unsure of what to do, I press the light button, making them flash a few times.

“No?” Castor looks up. “No. Let’s go.”

Bran sulks as Castor pulls him out. They climb the final stairs down and walk outside.

Once they’re far enough, I unlock the bathroom door. It takes him a few minutes, but finally, Levi crawls out. He runs down the stairs, panting and sobbing as he exits the building and through the trees. I watch him leave the property past the fence a few minutes later.

My gaze sweeps back to David. He’s still there, on his stomach. I zoom in, and from up close, I see that his neck must have snapped.

David is dead.