18. Second Thoughts

December

Even 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 and human flesh, 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 the 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.

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