Page 29 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

Handing the bat over to Rain, she takes it, gripping the handle tightly.

Reaching in, I grab the sobbing annoyance and throw her over my shoulder. Her body is limp as I do it. If she has given up this easily, that means my fun is ruined. There’s no chance, she was ready to blow The Exodus up. Her fight will come back once I have her in my secured room.

Leaving the trunk open, because I truly do not give a shit—someone else can close it if they want—I lead us up the cobble steps to the large black front door. A large, bald man in a black suit is standing off to the side. In his hand is a scanner, and in his ear is an earpiece. Walking over, he places the scanning device behind my neck, and it beeps once before he removes it. A green light goes off on the screen. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he just nods at me as I go to open the door. He doesn’t scanRain, he must know she’s with me. But we will still need to get her chipped after. I’ve had mine since I started training with my mentor when I was five. It’s part of being in this life.

Francesca continues sobbing as her lifeless body hangs over my shoulder. Stepping into what The Exodus calls a cabin secluded deep in the woods, and what I call a fucking mansion, shit music immediately penetrates my ears. As I take the rest of the space in, it’s dark with large windows at the back. Wood surrounds us with a river running as the moon glistens off it. A large river rock fireplace decorates one wall, floor to ceiling, and is lit with a bright orange-and-red fire.

Oh, mighty dark one, we meet again.

Glad that fucker is dead. And his whore.

The farther we get in, the more insane it gets.

Black and red aerial silks hang from the ceiling. Looking up, one female and two males are doing acrobatics. One red silk is left untouched. Interesting.

My eyes continue to wander over to the second-story balcony. Elders line the area in their gold masks. I see my dad immediately in his gold rabbit mask. My eyes continue to scan the room, noting the Bishop isn’t amongst them.

The Bishop is the one we all ultimately answer to. I want to care about where he could be, why isn’t he here? Or is he out lurking elsewhere? But I can’t be bothered.

All I care about is that they are out of my way by the time I get up those stairs. As they stand between me and my playroom.

The stairs to the second story finally present themselves as I pass the large pyramid of champagne glasses. Dark liquid fills them, spilling over the edges as more continues to pour down into them.

“E, look.” Rain is next to me, pointing up. We have passed the aerials. Now when looking toward the ceiling, we find deadpeople who didn’t survive The Reckoning, hanging upside down as their blood drains, dripping into the glassware.

Once I have taken it all in, I nod my head toward the stairs. Rain takes the first step, as I follow. A flash of light hits us long enough for me to see the shining, jeweled plug still perfectly in place.

Reaching forward, I slip my fingers underneath her thin, short, white, and flowy skirt. Her hand is fast to swat me away, slapping my arm. I chuckle, pulling back and making her think she’s won.

Not a fucking chance.

She still has a punishment awaiting her.

This is like nothing I have ever seen before. Not even on television or in movies. Dead bodies hang upside down from their feet, blood being drained from them. Loud music plays as people dance and snort drugs off the coffee table.

As we walk up the stairs, a female in a black shiny latex face mask with matching X pasties covering her nipples and a thin black G-string sneaks past me going downstairs. Her feet are bare as she scurries down. My eyes follow her, I’m curious and want to know more.

“Little bat,” E scolds me, noticing I’m distracted.

The poor boy most likely thinks I want to snog her next. Laughing to myself, I have traumatized my possessive psychopath.

My gaze moves to him. His face is stone-cold serious, not at all impressed. Before returning my focus back in front, I wink and add a smirk, knowing I’ll pay for it later, and I cannot wait. My pussy is throbbing, desperate to cum. I’m sure there is a wet spot on my skirt from it dripping the entire car ride here.

Reaching the top of the landing, I wait for E to take the lead. As he passes, I inhale his musky scent mixed with copper. My cunt is screaming to be stretched over his hard cock as the barbell piercing hits every spot perfectly. Picturing it, my cheeks flush. Thankfully the lights are dim, so no one else notices.

E turns left toward the balcony, which is still lined with a few of the Elders, his dad being one of them because I can tell by the mask. Neither make eye contact with one another, their backs remain toward us as we pass behind. On the right side, I see a door with an all-too-familiar scanner. Putting his thumb up to it, the red laser analyzes the print before flashing green and the door pops open.

Bright light comes from the crack. E pushes the door farther, then walks in before disappearing inside.

I take in the area once more, the Elders still have not paid us any attention. I am unsure whether that is normal or strange.

From the corner of my eye, the bright light begins to sliver off, the door closing. Not wanting to be left out, I scurry in.

The space is immaculate.

I notice two cameras in the corners, presumably for the Elders to watch. The room is painted black, with two tall black tool chests against one wall. Against another wall is a wooden shelf decorated with the most interesting tools. As my eyes move up, I notice many are antiques like I have read about, along with a few new-to-me tools. Then, all at once, my breath is taken from me as I let out a loud gasp, covering my mouth. I can’t believe it. “A choke pear.” The words are spoken faintly as they leave my lips.

A crashing noise is quick to take my attention. Turning my head rapidly toward it, I see E has thrown Francesca onto the hard surface of the table. Next to it is a matching black chair.

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