Page 80 of Pretty Little Psycho

I shudder and dart out of his reach, putting the headstone in between us as a barrier. “Riot, Atlas, and Valentin will never let you get away with this. They will come for me.”

He laughs. “If they aren’t dead yet, sweetie. While Jessamine was distracting you, your psycho boyfriends were dealing with their former initiates.”

Fuck.

I shake my head in denial. “They’ll win. You have no idea just how psycho they are.”

Zeke closes the distance between us, his eyes feral as he glares down at me. “They can’t protect you and themselves. And after I carve a hundred sigils into your flesh, no one will be able to stop me.”

I open my mouth to scream for help but it’s too late. Zeke slaps his hand over it and drags me over to a tree. He wraps his other hand around my throat. “Time to give me that show you promised me, beautiful. Show me how you play with your tight little cunt.”

Tears stream down my cheeks. I shake my head and try to scream but his hand is clamped down tight around my mouth.

“You will do it,” he roars. “You belong to Nocturnus. And I am Nocturnus now.” He lets me go for a second, only to tear the skirt of my gown down the middle. “Ahhh. No panties. You really are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

I turn my head to the side and close my eyes, my cheeks burning with shame and disgust. The wind flutters against my bare pussy like it’s taunting me. Telling me, you stupid girl thinking you could trust anyone ever again.

Zeke kicks open my legs. “Before I fuck you against this tree, I want you to get yourself wet for me. Get those fingers in nice and deep.”

“No,” I whimper. A fury from deep down in my bones rises, and I wrench away from him. “Get the fuck away from me,” I wail.

He lunges at me, and in stiletto heels, I’m not quick enough to dodge him. He grabs a fistful of my hair and slams me back against the tree again. I start for the blade strapped to my thigh, but he catches my wrist before I can reach it, pinning both of my arms above my head. I look up and my insides curl with fear as I notice the rope dangling from the closest branch.

He wraps it around my wrists. His eyes fill with sadistic amusement as he retrieves a knife from his breast pocket. “After I’m done mutilating you, I’m going to let every single initiate have a turn inside your needy little cunt.” He presses the tip of the blade against my clit, and I sob.

Zeke erupts into a fit of hysterical laughter. “Not so tough now, are you?” He presses the blade flat against my pussy. “Oh, I can’t wait to make you my pet. I already have your cage and collar ready for you.”

This man is a lunatic. Fuck. I’m starting to hyperventilate as he holds the blade firmly against my flesh. One wrong move, one tiny flick of his wrist, and he’ll tear me to shreds.

“Please, don’t do this,” I beg. I can’t stop the tears from gushing out.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. “I want you to be nice and quiet for me now.” He presses the knife to my lips. “If you scream, I’ll cut out your tongue.”

I close my eyes and pray for death.

Tires grind against the forest floor, followed by headlights illuminating our faces in the dark. Zeke jumps back as the car screeches to a halt only inches away from him. He turns toward the car and snarls as Riot, Atlas, and Valentin hop out.

Relief fills me when I glimpse their blood-stained faces. Their eyes are cold, vacant, monstrous. They look me up and down, noticing my torn dress, my bound wrists, and naked pussy. The rage coming off them is palpable. Their eyes glow like embers, and their sigils seem to come to life, lighting up the dark. No more masks. No more mercy.

Zeke’s gaze darts around frantically. “What… how are you…?”

A madness awakens inside of me. I laugh. “Because they won,” I yell in his face.

Zeke hisses and backhands me. “Stupid, cunt.”

Riot charges forward and knocks him to the ground. “You think you can touch our girl? Did you forget who we fucking are?” he roars.

I shudder as the past comes back to haunt me. Remembering how small and weak and angry I felt the night Bailey and I were assaulted.

Atlas and Valentin cut me free before yanking Zeke to his feet. My whole body trembles as visions of blood flash in my mind. Memories that haunt me still.

Riot screams in his face, “You’re the stupid cunt for thinking you could beat us.”

My adrenaline surges as I twist the hidden knife out of my garter. My pulse steadies as I wrap my hands around the hilt, comforted by its weight in my grip.

Valentin slams his fist into Zeke’s jaw. “And for thinking you could touch what’s ours.”

As I shuffle forward, I don’t care that I’m naked from the waist down. Or that I’m hyperventilating. No. All I care about is protecting myself.

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