Page 16 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

Screams erupt as she rises, sitting up and looking down upon me.

“You motherfucker. What did you do?” she shouts, her face red and sweaty. I don’t respond. Instead, I finish what I need to do. Pushing the sterile needle through her, I follow it with a gold curved barbell. And twist on the end once it is fully in.

As I look back up, she is pissed.

Her eyes tell me an assault of words is about to erupt from her mouth. Her lips part. “Don’t you fucking look at me confused while your chin is glistening in my cum. You know what you fucking did.”

She’s right, I know exactly what I fucking did.

“You can’t just do that to someone when they are sleeping. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Her shouting has turned into shrieks.

Sitting up on my knees, I grip her throat and push her back down to the mattress. My body moves on top of hers. A leg propped on either side of her torso as I look down. Her expression hasn’t changed.

“Nothing is fucking wrong with me. You let me hurt you earlier. I was trying to show appreciation for it.”

My breathing is heavy as I take in my little bat before me.

Letting go of her throat, my handprint remains.

As I jump off her and the bed, my eyes roam around the room. My thoughts are racing a mile a minute and I am finding it nearly impossible now to concentrate.

Why is she mad?

My vision goes fuzzy as my face feels warm.

A cool, hard object is now in my hand, then it’s gone. A loud smash can be heard, as if it’s miles away.

My vision is no longer fuzzy, it’s black. My sight is completely gone.

Then a loud, deep yell distracts me. I’m no longer in control of my own body. A painful ache comes from my knuckles. As I try to pull my arm back, something scrapes along my wrist, down my hand and fingers. Once freed, I try to shake the ache off as another yell in the distance erupts.

A tiny hand touches my chest, bringing my attention back to right in front of me.

Followed by a tiny voice that sounds like an echo as she speaks, “Come back to me, E. It’s going to be okay.”

I feel too far gone.

“E, please come back. Listen to my voice. Follow it back to me.”

Reaching out, I pull her warm body against mine. Her intoxicating smell invades my senses, vanilla mixed with coconut.

“Let me be your home. Your safe place, E. Please,” her voice pleads.

The more I blink, the fog lifts and my vision comes back to me.

I’ve never been this fucking lost before.

“It’s almost time. We just need to get ready. Then you can play. I promise.” Rain’s voice never shakes. She isn’t afraid or sad. She is fucking strong.

Nodding my head against the top of hers, I don’t need to speak. She knows.

My fingers rub the back of her neck, over the leather collar I gave her. That she wears with pride. Which has my blood proudly on display.

My eyes take in the space around me. A hole in the wall, and a glass lamp is destroyed and shattered on the ground.

Rain’s hands grip either side of my face, forcing me to look down at her. Her expression is soft. No further words are spoken. I feel her inside of me. Reminding me I can control myself when it comes to her. The faith she has in me is unwavering.

Brushing my lips against hers, “My perfect little bat. Let’s go play outside together,” I say.

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