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A lady walks up beside us. I register her but can’t look. I try to angle away to prevent her from seeing what is about to happen.

“And since I’m way too possessive to let him take your cum to Hell with him, I’ll fucking burn his casket, body and all, and fuck you again until he’s nothing but ashes in the wind.”

I choke back a moan and fall back against his chest. My cock thrusts through his fists, and a surge of dark adrenaline pulses hard in my temples. I coat the inside of my pants and boxers in cum, breathing way too hard and only staying upright because he forces me to.

The orgasm consumes me, muffles my hearing, splotches my vision, and makes my head light. Krypt doesn’t stop. When oversensitivity makes his touch almost hurt, I dig my fingers into his arm and try to stop him. But I’m no match for him. He jerks me hard, the movement so obvious to the woman next to us that she scoffs and walks away. Pain builds with pleasure, mingling together until I bite into the fabric of my cloak and come again. I cry out loud enough that a bunch of people look our way, so Krypt turns me around and buries my face in his neck.

I’m still shaking when he reaches between us and opens both of our cloaks, his cum-coated hand sinking into his pants. He pulls his dick free, jacking it frantically. I can’t see it, but I feel the head of his cock press against the base of mine, and with a hitch of breath and a stilled fist, he adds his cum to my boxers and coats me in his mess.

I don’t expect it, but he bites back a groan at the same time his free hand grips my chin and pulls my face to his. He crashes his mouth to mine in an all-consuming kiss that kills me and brings me back to life simultaneously. It’s all saliva and warm breath, and fuck, I can’t get enough of it. It’s the first time he’s kissed me with something like absolute desperation, and if he doesn’t stop, I’ll start to expect it. The slow kiss at the asylum was everything, but this one iseverything else.

“You will wear our cum for the rest of the day, Remiel,” he says against my mouth. “And tomorrow night, when we get Gregory Malone, you’ll do so with my cum in your ass.”

“Yes,” I whisper for no reason. “Krypt.”

He tucks us away, making the wetness of my pants more palpable against my skin. With a quick look, he spins me around and makes me walk through the funeral procession to watch all the caskets get lowered.

25

LOVE IS OBSESSION

KRYPT

I don’t enjoy being herewhile Remiel is waiting in my bed.

Does it make me a bad person that I tied him naked to my bedposts and then ordered his sister to guard my door as part of her initiation tasks? She doesn't know her naked and hard brother lies beyond, delusional with the need to be ravaged, but I like the symbolism of it. Selena needs to learn her place. Her loyalty lies with Vile House, not her family, and if she wants to make it through initiation, she’ll learn that pretty fucking quickly.

Director casts his tablet screen to the white wall of the theatre room. He’s standing right where Remiel drove a blade into Reeven Matterson’s heart, and the memory of it has my dick so hard Menace notices. He grins but doesn’t comment.

“It worked,” Director says, looking right at me. “We tapped into your chip.”

Remiel doesn’t know what’s coming, and I don’t plan on telling him. He’s only just starting to get better from his suicide attempt, and when he wakes up tomorrow morning to find me gone, he’s going to need to learn to live without me for a bit.

Hopefully not forever.

While he was healing during his seventy-two-hour hold at the asylum, I was calming down by setting up my tools and working a job for Director—Axel Graves.

After Ghost and I hung the nurse who dealt Remiel a suicide pill, we cut off his hands and strung them around his neck. His cock went next, shoved down his throat. He died slowly, choking on his own flesh, and then we hung him outside Misfit Hall, The Misfits home base, to pin it on them. From there, we walked to Ghost’s mom’s house and stayed there until we got information. She muttered a lot about Dr. Graves, and eventually, she said something about a trailer, pop-up style clinic for depression and mental health treatments. It moves around, peddling therapy appointments for those struggling mentally, and once we figured out where it was, I went in.

And got chipped.

Dr. Axel Fucking Graves hypnotized me, implanted a chip up my nose with a tiny wire device, brought me out of the hypnosis, and sent me on my way. My mind is a vault, so the hypnotism didn’t work, but I played along until I got the chip. Glitch has been studying it when I’m not with Remiel, and it turns out the chip is simply a tracking device. And now Director has a link to my whereabouts, so it’s time for me to complete the next phase of this job.

But if Axel Graves knows anything concrete about the layout of Moros, which, according to Director, he does, he’ll mark my tracking dot inside the asylum and Vile House. I played my part well enough, and he believes I’m unaware of the chip.

The only problem is that when the chip is pulled out by force, it releases an electrical shock that pulses through the brain and kills it. So, Glitch better fucking find a way to get this thing out of me, or I’ll drag Remiel to an early death with me.

“Feeling anything from it?” Director asks me.

I shake my head.

“Here’s what we know. Graves is offering a service, hypnotizing the people who seek it out, and implanting the tracking chip. It gives him a tie to where they are at all times, which means he can track them and access them easily. From what we can ascertain, it appears he’s tracking them, catching them while they’re alone, andthenimplementing some sort of brainwashing. The chip isn’t doing the brainwashing. It’s Graves doing it.”

Kyd smiles so big it’s goddamn blinding. “He’s so fucking smart. He’s doing it in increments. Chip, find, subtle brainwashing, release, repeat.”

We all glare at him for finding this attractive, but really, who are we to judge?

“It’s thewhywe don’t know yet,” Director says. “That’s where you come in, Krypt.”

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