Page 39 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

Her dad—my uncle—is my dad’s younger brother. He is a Disciple, just like me. As my dad is the oldest, he assumed the position of Elder for our family. Which will be passed down to me one day. And I’ll make sure my little bat joins me. Then, after us, the line will die. The rabbit will be retired and a new family will be inducted in.

Rubbing the cool metal between my fingers, I take in the sight before me once more. My little bat did so fucking good. Rogers must have been the one responsible for setting this room up, along with my dad. The choke pear for her was the perfect addition alongside the other antiques she likes.

“Should we leave it in or take it out?” My gaze wanders up her body. Bare legs, the white high-waisted skirt, to the white tight crop top, and her dark hair which is perfectly chaotic. Her makeup is smudged, screaming that she’s been freshly fucked. But I couldn't give a shit. It only marks my claim more if people could see her without the mask.

Her eyes look up to the ceiling as she thinks, her teeth biting her bottom lip. “I want to keep it. Memories of tonight.” I nod and turn my attention back to Francesca.

Placing my hand on the top of her head, I apply pressure to keep it still as I grip the key of the choke pear. Not bothering to turn it backward, I decide to pull it out of her mouth as it is, fully open.

“Last chance. Join The Exodus by marrying a Pawn and becoming one by default. Keep your filthy mouth shut and fall into place. You will never be a Disciple despite your bloodline. Simply a Pawn, who once we are done with, you will be disposed of. Not even your own father gives a shit about what we are doing with you right fucking now. Your role would be simple. As a whore who spreads her legs plenty now, you would simply continue doing it with a gag in your mouth. But since my littlebat has broken your jaw, perhaps the gag won’t be necessary anymore.”

Unable to respond, I take that as a no to my final offer and yank on the choke pear. The metal hits the back of her teeth, it rings heavenly in my ears. I pull again, and this time I hear a few cracks. Then once more. The choke pear comes flying out. My own momentum nearly knocks me backward. Her front teeth are chipped along with her canines and a few on the bottom. The familiar sound of screams and pain follow, no longer muffled.

Passing the pear to Rain, I say, “Leave it here, Rogers will collect it for you.”

Walking the short distance, she places it on the shelf, then asks, “Can we keep all the others? I never got a chance to try them out.” Her voice is cute and sad all at once.

“Yes.”

Her hands clap together, excited. Turning around, her eyes are wide with the biggest smile on her face. Racing over to me, she leaps into my lap and starts kissing my cheeks and lips in quick succession.

I can hear her nose scraping along the mask's edge before, breathlessly, she whispers against my skin, “Thank you.”

This is the only state she should ever be in—happy.

Looking over her shoulder, I take in the sorry excuse of a woman on the floor.

“You wanted attention. Here it is. Now it’s time for your final performance.”

Fucking traitor.

Pulling Francesca up by her hair, more cries follow.

Should have shoved the grater down her throat and destroyed her vocal cords while I was at it.

Missed opportunity.

Because Jesus fucking Christ, she is getting on my last fucking nerve.

Her blood stained white-blonde hair is tangled between my fingers, the sight makes me sick. Only one female’s hair that should be here is Rain’s, while on her knees, choking on my cock.

“I know what you’re thinking. And later,” she says, bopping my nose then wrapping her arm around mine, and continues, “I’m glad you’re back. I was worried. Feeling helpless. Not surehow to make it better. I hated it.” Her face falls into my body as she holds me tighter.

It’s an all too familiar feeling. It’s exactly how I feel when she’s sad.

“I’ll never disappear like that again, I swear it, little bat,” I reassure her, kissing the top of her head. It’s something I’ve come to notice she likes. Head and forehead kisses, they always make her smile while her shoulders fall into relaxation.

“Let’s finish taking care of this bitch and go home,” I say, whispering into the crown of her head. I can feel her nod against me as she begins to let go of me. Her eyes pierce into mine. “I’ll grab your bat.”

I wink, so she pushes my shoulder, and I lower my mask over my face. The chain jingles as she bends over, picking the wooden bat up between her fingers. Looking up at me, she smirks. Her entire demeanor has changed, she seems relaxed for the first time since we landed in Colorado.

Pulling on my cousin's hair, I drag her body behind me as I walk to the door.

Rain pulls her own mask down before I open it. The moment I crack it open even an inch, the loud music begins shaking the room, which is soundproof. The house is still dim, but voices are louder as more people must have arrived.

Stepping out, the Elders are no longer standing against the balcony and the aerial artists have since vacated their ribbons. A few Pawns are up here, leaning against the wall, hiding from the main room’s commotion.

Reaching the ledge, I drop the bitch. Her head bounces against the wood floor beautifully. Gripping the iron railing, I lean over and reach for the red ribbon left hanging.

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