“I don’t know…I’ve never done anal,” I told him as we lay in his bed. He stroked my cheek, looking at me with soft eyes as he gave me a mischievous grin.
“Have I hurt you yet, pretty girl?” he asked. I shook my head. “So anal wouldn’t be any different.”
“I’m sure it’ll hurt. My asshole is a lot tighter than my pussy,” I protested with a frown.
“I promise I’ll take good care of it,” he murmured and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Just trust me.”
I sat up a little and looked over at both of his nightstands. “Do you have lube or something?”
“All the lube I need is going to be right here,” he said, his voice husky as he cupped my clothed pussy. A shiver of pleasure washed over me as his knuckle ran up and down my covered slit. “These gotta go.”
I lifted my hips to allow him to remove my panties, spreading my legs for him as he slid down my body. A part of me felt a little guilty to be here with him while Logan was asleep in her bedroom. Lately I’d just been spending the night at her house to spend more time with Luther, even if it was only for a couple of hours in the middle of the night. I bit my lip as he peppered my pelvic bone with kisses, slowly making his way lower.
He chuckled when I rolled my hips. “Somebody’s rather impatient to be so nervous,” he murmured.
“That’s because I’m ready for the first part of this,” I said breathlessly.
“What part? You mean…this?”
I moaned when he took my clit into his mouth, shivering when he stopped again. He looked up at me and put a finger to his lips, gesturing toward the door with a nod of his head. Right; Logan. I nodded to let him know I understood him and grabbed one of his pillows, holding it over my mouth firmly enough to muffle any sounds of pleasure I made. He took my clit into his mouth again, squeezing my thighs as he released a deep growl of satisfaction. My entire body tingled all over. While I was nervous about doing anal, I was excited to try new things with him. Though he wasn’t the first guy I’d had sex with, he was the first guy I allowed myself to get attached to. I’d known him so long that I couldn’t fathom letting anyone else possess my mind, body, and soul the way I’d allowed him to.
A small sliver of dread clouded the lust I felt though. I knew at some point, I’d have to tell him I was pregnant. With him going back to college in fall and me starting my senior year, I wasn’t sure how he’d react to a potential baby. I looked down at him between my legs, his rapid tongue flickering against my clit as his beautiful brown eyes looked at me. I ran my hands through his soft, dark hair and wondered whether or not our baby would have the same hair. The same eyes. Everything that made up Luther Evans. Or if it would be more like me. The thought brought tears to my eyes. I forced myself to close my eyes and tilt my head up toward the ceiling. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in thoughts that could be dealt with tomorrow.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered as I moved my hips faster against his speedy tongue. “Fuck…fuck…Luther, I’m coming!”
He squeezed my thighs as I muffled my orgasmic moan with a pillow, riding out the pleasurable wave until Luther finally unlatched from my clit and kissed my inner thighs. My legs trembled as he moved away from me, his weight disappearing from the bed. I removed the pillow from my face and looked up to see him standing at the foot of the bed, now completely naked and stroking his hard cock in his hand and covering it in what I assumed to be lube.
“Ready for this, pretty girl?” he murmured. His eyes danced over my face, trying to map any sign of hesitation. I trusted him though. He hadn’t given me any reason to believe he’d hurt me. I gave him a soft smile and nodded, rolling over to get on my hands and knees. He got back onto the bed and settled behind me, his warm hand in the center of my back. He gently pressed until my chest was on the bed and my ass was in the air for him, spread for his pleasure. “You can always tell me to stop if it hurts you.”
“I know,” I whispered as I braced myself for the intrusion. “I trust you.”
“I’ll take good care of you, pretty girl. I promise.”
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Luther groaned, tightly squeezing my hips as he dumped his hot seed deep in my ass. I blankly stared at the empty wall across the room, feeling nothing but pain in the lower half of my body. My throat and eyes felt raw from screaming and crying, my energy was low from the lack of food, and my will to live was nonexistent. I said nothing as he finally pulled out of me, wincing as he did. He panted behind me, flipping me back over onto my back but I couldn’t bear to look at him. He was no longer the gentle, caring soul he was back then. He wasn’t the person I remembered anymore. The old version took his time, making sure that it felt as good for me as it did for him. This version didn’t care. All he wanted was to cause me as much pain as he could before he disposed of me. He was nothing but an angry, former shell of himself with a laser focus agenda of destroying as many lives as possible.
Luther moved back from me, his angry eyes never leaving me as he slowly got to his feet. After he fixed his jeans, he finally turned his attention to Rebecca, who sobbed on the floor in both pain and anguish a few feet from me. Her blood slowly leaked out onto the concrete floor, her face a bit paler than it usually was. Luther stalked over to her and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her to the foot of the mattress.
“Go ahead,” he said to her, nodding to me. “Do what I know you’ve always wanted to do.”
She looked between me and him with wet, confused eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?” she wailed.
He pointed to my spread legs. “Don’t you remember everything I said? Everything I told you I knew you wanted to do?” he said with a smirk.
“I can’t handle anymore,” I sobbed. Rebecca looked back at Luther.
“You can’t be serious,” she protested between tears before looking back between my legs. “She’s…bleeding.”
“And?” he asked, pointing the gun at her, the barrel of it streaked with my blood that I didn’t get off. When Rebecca didn’t move, Luther reached down pressed his palm against my pussy, his hand covered in patches of blood when he pulled it away. Rebecca screamed as he wiped the blood on her face. “Now you’re both bloody. You wanna make her feel better? Eat her out.”
“I—”
“NOW!” he shouted, pointing the gun at her head. “I swear to fucking god, if you don’t—”
“Okay!” she exclaimed, holding up her free hand that wasn’t clutching her injured thigh. She looked to me with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sevyn.”
But I didn’t answer. At this point, I was already checking out. I didn’t care what happened from this point on. I just wanted all of this to be over. At the beginning of this, a small part of me wanted to believe that I could possibly reason with this man and show him that I wasn’t the villain he thought I still was. I wanted him to know that I’d felt guilty all these years, not gloating and living life unaffected as he thought I did. But none of that mattered in the grand scheme of things. Luther was deaf to reasoning and forgiveness. The only thing he’d entertain was new ways to hurt me.
As he forced my best friend to lick my battered, bleeding pussy, I just stared up at the ceiling. I always thought I’d been in my own personal hell as I dealt with my depression, drug use, and self harm tendencies to deal with the emotions I’d felt. But this was nothing compared to what I’d done to myself. Unlike the things I used to do on my own, I had no control over this situation. I couldn’t stop when I got too scared at the thought of dying. I couldn’t do anything but take whatever he dished out until he finally decided to get rid of me.
I just prayed to god that it would be sooner rather than later.
I winced as Rebecca ran her tongue up and down my slit. I knew she was trying to be gentle, but it all hurt. I just wanted them both to leave me alone. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to die. I wanted to go home. I wanted someone to save me. But I knew none of those things would come anytime soon. Luther’s chuckle broke through my mental self loath
ing.
“You waited all these years and she doesn’t even enjoy it,” he said to Rebecca.
“Because you hurt her, you asshole. Look at what you did! You practically tore her open!”
“No shit, Sherlock. That’s the point of a punishment,” Luther said and walked over to the door. When he was occupied with calling someone from down the hall, Rebecca slowly dragged herself up to the foot of the bed.
“Sevyn, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to touch me, but she stopped mid reach. “I swear I didn’t want to do that. I know it probably hurts and—”
“Just get away from me,” I croaked, leveling my gaze with her worried one. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, her lips and chin tinted red with my blood.
“W-what? I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear! I’m sorry,” she said. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Just get away from me, Bec,” I said again and looked away. I could see her shoulders sag in defeat in my peripheral and could feel her eyes still on me. I just wanted to be left alone. I didn’t want to be touched anymore. My entire body thrummed with pain that I was scared to move any part of it. I didn’t bother to look when someone else came into the room and snatched up Rebecca.
“Sevyn, please! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed over and over as she was taken out of the room, her voice even echoing in the hall. I only stared at the ceiling without a word, silence tears rolling down the sides of my head. Luther’s boots sounded across the floor as he walked back over to the bed, his head cocked to the side as he looked down at me.
“Looks like I won that challenge,” he said with a devilish smirk before he walked away, leaving me alone in the dark room.
When the heavy door closed and locked, I forced myself to close my legs, biting my lip to keep from crying out as I tried to shift myself over onto my side to curl up in the fetal position. I knew I’d eventually have to pay for what I’d done seven years ago. I just wasn’t prepared to pay like this. Being raped two days in a row. Watching my friends be murdered and maimed in gruesome ways. And definitely didn’t think it would be at the hand of the only man who’d ever held my heart. It was like I never mattered to him, as if we didn’t create something special. A part of me still wanted to blame Logan for putting me in my current position, but it was my own wrongdoings that got me here. And I knew Luther would make me pay for it every single second I was still alive.
I closed my eyes and tried to get myself to fall asleep, unable to as a painful throb settled between my legs and my ass. I had to end this. If Luther asked me to choose who dies tomorrow, I’d pick myself just to finally escape this hell. I couldn’t imagine going through this for another second, let alone for days until I was the last living woman of the original seven.
“I’m so tired,” I whispered to myself and to whatever God that may be out there. “Please just end my misery. Please.”
But I knew it was fruitless. Knowing Luther, he was just getting started and it wouldn’t end until he was ready for it to. Death wouldn’t be easy to come by when the devil himself was orchestrating the manner in which you’d die. At this point, I prayed for anything to happen. Perhaps a freak accident where I managed to strangle myself with these chains. Maybe the injuries I sustained from my rape would give me a bad infection. Maybe he’d run out of ways to torture me and would just take me out into the backyard and gun me down. Whatever the case, I hope it was swift.
I wasn’t sure how much I could take anymore.
LUTHER
“I was the one that told Josh, Hunter, and Tyler that Logan was looking for a good time and was ‘that kind of girl.”
Rebecca’s admission was all that played in my head as I stood under the hot shower spray. The more layers I peeled back from this fucked up onion of events, the more I learned that the situation was so much bigger than Sevyn. I’d believed she’d masterminded this whole intricate scheme that pushed my sister to suicide for years, but other people’s involvement was almost more than hers. My sister’s screams echoed in the corners of my mind, that hollow feeling settling in my chest as I remembered how it echoed in the practically silent courtroom when the tape was played for evidence. My jaw ached with how hard I clenched my teeth in anger. The nonchalant look on Rebecca’s face after she admitted what she did pissed me off to no end. I could at least see why Sevyn was friends with this bitch, as she did the same thing yesterday when we were talking about Logan.
I released a deep breath and scrubbed shampoo through my hair. Exhaustion settled its way deep into my bones, but now wasn’t the time to be tired. I was nowhere near done unleashing my hell on the women locked in the basement. I wanted every single one of them to feel every ounce of pain my family and I had to carry for the last few years because of all of them. I’d wanted their screams, their begging, and their tears. I wanted that when I’d raped Sevyn a second time, but she robbed me of that. Her body had gone limp and she no longer made a sound or fought against me. Rebecca pleaded with me to stop, trying to comfort Sevyn through her assault, but she was already too far gone. Even when I flipped her over and looked down at her, the life was gone from her eyes and her voice. And seeing her destroyed like that?
It finally brought me the satisfaction I’d craved, but it still didn’t last long.
I’d wanted to end Rebecca after her admission, as there was no way I could wait until the end of the week to kill her, whether Sevyn chose her to die or not. My original plan for her was to leave her last so that Sevyn would suffer as she watched her best friend die, but I wouldn’t wait that long now. While they bullied her, that rape practically destroyed my sister’s life. She’d been humiliated online when the video was uploaded to the school’s forum site. She was expelled from the very expensive private school she attended, had colleges withdraw their acceptance decisions once they’d heard about the scandal, and lost an internship she’d worked hard to get. My sister lost everything she’d worked her ass off for and was shamed for it despite it being one of the most traumatic things she’d ever gone through, and there was no way in fucking hell that I’d let Rebecca stay alive past tomorrow. Everything in me wanted to finish her off tonight, but I knew I needed to pace myself not only to keep myself off the radar, but also my guys.
Patience, Luther, I thought to myself as I ground my teeth. I exhaled deeply. I didn’t do all this planning for the last few years just to go and fuck it up with irrational thinking. I’d stick to the plan for now, but I’d definitely rearrange the order in which these bitches would die, and tomorrow would be Rebecca’s turn.
A solid knock sounded on the doorframe of the open bathroom door, jerking me out of my musings.
“Yeah?” I called out, pulling my face from beneath the spray.
“We gotta talk, man,” Ryan’s voice said.
I cracked the glass shower door and stuck my head out. “What?” I asked, wiping water from my face.
“We gotta talk. My dad just called,” he said. The tightened look on Ryan’s face made me a little nervous. With his father being a retired police officer, there was no telling what he told Ryan. I was sure Carrie’s head had been discovered at some point, so I wouldn’t be surprised if that was what the call was about.
“Give me a few,” I finally said, watching as he nodded and walked away. I grabbed my body wash and lathered up, washing away Sevyn’s blood and my sweat from my body, watching as the filth swirled down the drain. Once I was clean enough, I made sure to rinse out any residual shampoo before finally turning the shower off. I quickly grabbed a towel and dried off, rushing into my bedroom to get dressed. So many different scenarios ran through my mind as I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, jeans, and a fitting grey t-shirt before walking out of my bedroom to meet with the guys.
“What’s going on?” I asked, still towel drying my hair as I approached them all sitting in the dining room with multiple boxes of pizzas opened on dining table. Paul nodded toward the tv playing in the background, a sitting news reporter blabbing on t
he screen.
“We have breaking news. Affluent family Jessica and Gordon Tate received a gruesome package that marks murder number three in the last four weeks. We have Nick on the scene; over to you, Nick.”
“Thanks Michelle. I’m outside the home of Senator Gordon and Jessica Tate, who’ve just received a gruesome package in the mail. The family says a package was delivered to their front porch as usual, but with no identifying information on the outside. They’d called the police thinking it was a homemade bomb considering the death threats Senator Gordon had received. Instead of a bomb, the family discovered the severed head of their youngest daughter, Carrie Tate, who’d been reported missing after not returning home from a party the night before.”
The camera cut to her distraught family inside the house, her mother practically inconsolable. Her father looked up at the camera with teary eyes as he held his wife and I couldn’t help but to smirk.
How does it feel to mourn the loss of a child, you fucker? I mused as I tossed the towel over my shoulder.
“I can’t believe my little girl is gone,” he started, his voice shaking as his wife sobbed next to him. “The only thing the box contained was my poor girl’s head and a note that said ‘Pay for your sins’ from someone named The Collective. I want whoever is responsible for this to be arrested immediately!”
The camera cut again to the mailman Ryan had interacted with earlier. “This old man comes up to me on my regular route and tells me that his daughter lived in that house or something. I felt bad for him, you know? He was going on and on about them not having a good relationship and that he was dying and wanted to give her her mother’s ashes. I didn’t know it was a freaking head in the box, man! The man was so old that I didn’t think he was even capable of something like that!”
Jake looked to Ryan. “That was a hell of a disguise, man,” he said as he grabbed a slice of pizza.
“What can I say? I’m a pro at it,” Ryan said with a shrug, a cocky grin on his lips as he also reached for a slice of pizza.
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