Page 364 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I yelped and twitched beneath them.

“Relax,” Orion breathed into my ear. “We already own you. Just relax. We won’t let anything bad happen.”

His lyrical voice was soothing, and I found myself going limp in Scorpius’s grip.

The blind king licked my sensitive skin, then bit down again.

Pain exploded across my back.

Malum grabbed at his crotch as he shed flames.

Scorpius released his grip on my neck, and I dropped to my knees before he could realize what I was doing.

With one quick movement, I grabbed a mirror shard, pulled down my sweatpants, and dug the sharp edge deep into my flesh.

For a second, I felt nothing.

Then I started sawing.

White spots danced in my vision, and I bit down on my lower lip to muffle the high-pitched scream that left my lips.

My vision narrowed, and my fingers shook.

Every neuron in my brain screamed at me to stop what I was doing. My slippery hand cramped around the shard as I forced it deeper and deeper under my skin.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of agony but was most likely a few seconds, a thick chunk of skin with a snake and chains flopped onto the pristine white floor.

Pain streaked across my senses.

I whimpered pitifully on my knees as a cold sweat broke out across my forehead. Red dripped from my fingers and side. It spread beneath me at an alarming rate.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Malum bellowed. He was a ball of red flames staring down at me with a horrified expression. His voice cracked, and he whispered, “Why would you hurt yourself like this?”

“No. No. No,” Orion repeated brokenly.

Scorpius swore vehemently.

I stood up shakily and slipped on my blood.

Bang. The door slammed open, and there was a long second where the twins’ eyes widened as they processed what they were seeing.

“You fucking assholes,” John said darkly as he ran forward and pulled me into his arms.

Luka let out a war cry and started throwing punches at Scorpius and Orion.

John gathered me into his arms.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

Orion stared at where I was cuddling against John for protection with wide eyes. He buried his hands in his blond hair and tugged manically. “We’re supposed to protect you,” he whispered brokenly.

Crack. Luka slammed his fist into Orion’s nose.

Blood sprayed across the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in my best friend’s shoulder, overwhelmed by the intensity of the agony streaking across my hip.

“Let’s go, Luka, these filth aren’t worth it,” John said hastily as he ran from the bathroom with me in his arms. He pressed his sleeve to the wound to stanch the blood flow.

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