Chapter Twenty-Eight

Bailey

"Y ou're not afraid of the dark, are you, Bailey?" Maureen flashed me a grin as she stuffed her tits into a hot pink bustier.

"Nah, that's where all the fun stuff happens." I laughed and handed her a purple jello shot.

She looked me up and down. "What are you supposed to be again?"

I wiggled my hips and my tail swooshed behind me. "A little fox, of course." My brown furry skirt barely covered my ass, and my tits were pushed up nice and high in the matching fur bralette.

Maureen strapped two knives to the inside of her garter belt before pulling on a short black leather skirt.

"And you're going as?" I offered her my shoulder to lean on as she stepped into her six-inch stiletto heels.

She grabbed a pair of handcuffs and hooked them to her belt loop, flashing me a mischievous grin. "Motherfucking jailbait."

I giggled as she pranced around my bedroom, waving her jello shot around like she was about to give a speech. " Who me? " she cooed. " Why, I'm the sheriff's daughter. Please don't tell my daddy I'm drinking tonight. " She batted her fake glittery eyelashes at me as she licked the top of the purple jello.

I burst out laughing. "I really hope you get laid tonight. That outfit is too fucking hot to go to waste."

Her smile fell. "Yeah, well, we both know that's not on the agenda for tonight."

My stomach knotted. Getting drunk and flirting with cute boys was all we used to look forward to on Halloween. "I know…"

I walked to the mirror and smoothed my blonde strands back into a low bun before tying the strings of my fox mask around my head. The brown fur covered only half of my face, sweeping across my nose and cheekbones, up around my eyes and forehead, and ending in two pointy ears at the top. I glided a thick layer of sparkly gloss across my lips and made a pop sound as I puckered.

"Your turn." I handed Maureen a black lace half-mask.

She tapped her heel against the floor as she put it on. "We're really doing this."

I nodded and handed her another shot. I held mine up, the red jello jiggling in the thin paper cup. "Here's to getting payback." I nudged my cup against hers before knocking it back.

She nodded. "An eye for an eye."

A deep twisted dread snaked through my bones. "A soul for a soul."

Maureen shuddered. "Where will your guys be tonight?"

"Close by. You won't see them, but they'll be watching." I slipped my knife—the knife Saint put in my overnight bag—into my boot before zipping it up to my knee.

Maureen cracked the bedroom door open and poked her head out before closing it again. "People are starting to arrive. I can hear them."

I let out a deep breath. "Well, then let's get the lights dimmed and the music cranked up. Come on, we've got a party to host." Despite the fact that I was going to murder two people, I still wanted to show Wickford Hollow the best fucking time of their lives.

We stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at the guests arriving. I no longer had that sinking sensation of déjà vu. Now that I knew it was Billy who pushed me down these stairs two years ago, I descended with confidence. Because he was no bogeyman, just a privileged rich boy who abused women.

Maureen's eyes widened as she took in the scene. "Holy shit, Bales. You really outdid yourself."

We paused midway down the stairs as I took it all in. "Let them see how much of a freak I really am."

I had created the entire foyer to look like a graveyard. Maureen spotted the headstone at the bottom of the stairs and snorted. "Nice one." The words, RIP Bailey Bishop were etched into it.

The house was mostly dark with only a few wall sconces lighting the halls. By the front door, I'd placed a basket of glow sticks for my guests. I grabbed one for each of us and led us deeper into the house.

The walls were covered with fake blood. Chains hung from the ceiling, hooked to slabs of meat. Skeletons perched in every corner next to giant pumpkins, demonic faces carved into them. And every window was covered with blackout shades. No one would be able to see in or out.

In the sitting room, a giant fire blazed in the hearth. Three girls dressed as the Sanderson sisters giggled at the bar as they waited for the man with the painted skeleton face to make their drinks.

I gazed over at the couch and my belly fluttered. Only a few nights ago, Raine had me spread open while they filled all of my holes. It was weird now to see people who hated me sitting on that very couch. To watch Poe mix cocktails for girls who talked shit about me. And yet they all couldn't resist an invitation to play in my house. Bitches .

"Looks like they're enjoying the freak's free booze," Maureen snickered, raising her voice so they could hear.

The three girls at the bar glared at us before rolling their eyes and stalking off.

I exchanged a look with Poe, his piercing green eyes melting me right there. "As long as they don't try to enjoy any of my guys, they'll leave here drunk, happy, and in one piece."

"Amen to that." Maureen pulled an orange jello shot out of her cleavage and knocked it back.

I chuckled but a chill crept up the base of my neck. "Remember, don't drink anything unless you get it from Poe. I wouldn't put it past Billy and Chad to spike our drinks."

Maureen nodded as she looked around. The room was starting to fill up but still no sign of our targets. "You think they'll show?"

"This is the biggest party in town. They'll show." I walked over to the bar and took a jello shot from Poe.

"You good, little fox?" he rasped.

I smirked as the purple jello jiggled down my throat. "Is it wrong that I want to fuck you in that costume?"

His cock tented his pants. " Mmm, such a bad girl ."

Maureen cleared her throat and my cheeks flushed. "I'm right here, Bales. You two are making me horny now. "

I burst out laughing. "Like I said earlier, you need to have some fun tonight."

Just because murder was on my brain didn't mean it had to be on Maureen's. This was her last Halloween in Wickford Hollow. I wasn't going to let Billy take this night away from her.

In fact, I was hoping that some hot guy would distract her long enough for me and the guys to take care of Billy and Chad without her. She didn't need to have blood on her hands too.

Maureen sucked in her lower lip, swinging her hips from side to side as she contemplated. "Maybe you're right… we are so fucked up, aren't we?"

I nodded. "The night is young, bestie. Try to have a little fun before the bad stuff happens."

She flashed me a grin. "All right, you convinced me. Come find me when it's time?"

I nodded, having no intention of bringing her anywhere near the blood bath that would ensue later.

With the music pumping and the alcohol flowing, scantily clad guests were starting to dance, grinding against each other under the black lights. I slithered through each room like the little fox I was, my eyes peeled for Billy and Chad.

The best part was that no one knew who I was. That was the thing about masks, you could be anyone you wanted to be. As I made my way to the basement, the music changed. Unholy by Sam Smith poured out from the speakers.

The room was pitch-black except for the trails of light from the glowsticks. I could make out the shapes and shadows of people losing their inhibitions. It's amazing what you'll do when you think no one's watching.

I chuckled as I passed a slutty nun on her knees giving a vampire a blowjob. In another corner, a priest had little red riding hood bent over a table, the cross around his neck flinging back and forth as he fucked her from behind.

I ran my hand along the wall, my breath hitching. Beads of sweat dripped down my back as moans of pleasure competed with the music. Down here in the dark, they could unleash their wildest desires. Moisture pooled between my thighs knowing that I was the one who made this all possible. Looks like we're all freaks now .

The basement was easy to transform. I hadn't been down here since I let them chain me to the floor and defile me. It was an empty space that was now filled with a couple of tables scattered about, some chairs, and an old ripped-up couch in one corner. I wanted it to feel dirty and raw and dangerous. I even left the chains and the old mattress that was still stained with our cum. The ones who were brave enough to venture down here would have the most fun tonight.

The music changed again as I made my way to the other side of the room, brushing against sweat-drenched limbs as I squeezed through the ever-growing crowd.

It was hot down here. There were no windows and only one way out at the top of the basement stairs.

I nestled into a dark corner, backing up against the wall. I gasped as hard muscle pressed against my back instead. A hand covered my mouth and panic rose in my chest.

" Shh, relax, little fox ," Grim rasped in my ear.

I blew out a sigh of relief and spun around. His blue eyes blazed back at me, the only recognizable thing about him. Under the black and white skeleton paint, his cheekbones appeared sunken in. "Fuck, you look hot," I breathed.

Grim slid his hands up my skirt. "Mmm… my sly little fox."

My pulse skyrocketed. I glanced around but it was too dark to see anything else other than what was right in front of me. And currently, that was a hot as fuck skeleton with a massive hard-on for me.

He walked me backward, his hands under my skirt, gripping my ass cheeks. I let him guide me across the room to another dark corner. I whimpered as the edge of a table hit the back of my thighs. He shoved me down, forcing me to sit, and inserted himself between my legs.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Lean back, little fox." He pushed my skirt all the way up to my waist.

I gasped. "What if someone sees us?"

"Let them watch," Grim rasped.

I leaned back slightly on my elbows. Grim gazed down at me, his eyes full of malice and lust. There was something so erotic about being touched in the dark by a masked face, one you could barely see. It heightened all of my other senses.

Grim held his glowstick under his chin. "Be a good girl and take off those panties for me before I rip them off."

I shuddered against the hard table as I wiggled my black lace panties down my legs and let them fall to the floor. He smirked as he bent down to pick them up, coiling them in his hand before shoving them into his pocket.

Grim dragged the glowstick up my thigh. "I'm going to light up that pretty cunt of yours."

Oh, fuck.

Techno beats pumped fast from the speakers. Almost as fast as my heartbeat. Grim rubbed his orange glowstick down my wet slit. I shivered as the cold tip rolled against my folds.

" Grim… please ." Sweat glided down my thighs as he toyed with me.

He licked his lips while slowly pushing the glowstick inside me. "This is where the real party is."

I bucked as he thrust it in. " Our own private party . "

A scream started to rip from my throat as he slammed the glowstick against my G-spot. He pulled my panties from his pocket and shoved them into my mouth. "Shh, don't make a fucking sound."

My breath quickened as I inhaled through my nose.

"Good girl. Relax for me."

I whimpered into the fabric as he rotated the glowstick in circles, making sure it rubbed against every inch of me.

I rolled my hips as the pressure built in my core. My clit spasmed as he rubbed his thumb against it.

A deeper moan took life in my throat.

Fuck, I was almost done for. I scanned the dark, watching the silhouettes of people doing dirty things, their glowsticks flickering as their bodies swayed to the beat. My pussy ached as Grim punished it. I gazed down between us as the orange light glowed, blinking then disappearing inside me with each violent thrust.

" Mmm … Good. Fucking. Girl . Taking everything I give you."

I jerked my hips up to meet his thrusts as the tingling intensified in my core. " Uhhh …" I grunted into my panties. The taste of my own juices on the crotch did something feral to my body.

He shoved the glowstick all the way in, and I clenched around it as my orgasm gripped me.

"Fuck, yeah. Cum all over it." Grim rubbed my clit hard back and forth.

I leaned back against the table, panting and jerking my hips as my cream spurted out all over the glowstick and his hand. I spit out my panties. " Fucking hell, Grim ."

He sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled the soaking wet glowstick out of my trembling pussy. "Come here."

I exhaled and sat up clumsily, my head dazed. His blue eyes were still wild with need. He grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed. A little tickle fluttered in my clit .

He pressed the sticky glowstick to my lips. "Be a good girl and lick this clean for me."

My breath hitched. There was so much cream, it oozed down the sides. Holy fuck. I whimpered as he yanked my chin down, forcing my lips to open. Before I could even take a breath, he shoved the glowstick in my mouth. He dug his other hand into the base of my skull, holding me in place, while he fucked my mouth with the glowstick.

"Suck it all off for me," he growled.

An unexpected moan ripped out of me as my cream slathered against my tongue.

Grim's eyes filled with animalistic lust. "So filthy. Fuck."

The music slowed, turning darker and more ominous. Bottles and glasses clanked together over the sounds of sloshing tongues and fingers exploring wet folds. The scent of sex and fluids hung heavy in the air.

He slowly pulled the glowstick out of my mouth, satisfied that I had sucked every drop of my own cum off it. " Good girl ."

And without warning he stepped back into the dark and disappeared. I was still soaking wet and the horniest I'd ever been. I sighed and pulled my panties back on. I scooted off the table and stumbled back into it. I was a bit more buzzed than I thought.

I made my way to the basement stairs and looked back one more time for any sign of my hot skeleton. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was watching me. It sent another spasm to my core.

But then a darker image came to mind. A flashback of Billy making me touch myself in front of him and Chad. Nausea crept up my throat as I remembered the way he ogled me fingering myself. Goosebumps pebbled my flesh as I wondered if Billy was in here, down in the basement, watching me again…