Page 168 of Sinful

Mirage’s fist met Tony’s face with a loud crack. He released him and stumbled back, his body clearly vibrating with rage.

Tony let out a wheeze of laughter before sitting back up in the snow and wiping at his busted face.

“She’s hot. The mute.Sirena.” He said her name with a growl. “Big tits. Tiny waist. Beautiful. Those eyes. Mmm. I’d have fucked her too. Who knows. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll get her to scream like the black rabbit did. Bury my dick deep inside her pussy. Fuck her hard. Put another pretty memory inside her head—”

I was nearly coming out of my spot to tear his dick from his body as a means to feed it to him. Hearing anyone talk about Sirena like that put me into a headspace that was not good.

He didn’t get to finish his words, though, and I didn’t get to be the one to silence him.

Mirage stuffed his carrot into Tony’s mouth, making him gag. His arms flailed about as he tried to push Mirage away, but Mirage wasn’t a small guy. He forced the carrot deeper into Tony’s throat before he was on a knee, making it count.

“You don’t talk about my Rinny that way,” Mirage snarled. “You never fucking talk about her like that.”

Tony’s arms fell to his side, but Mirage continued to push the carrot into his mouth until it completely disappeared.

Then he let him fall to the ground.

I watched him stare down at him for a moment before I approached and stood over them, surveying Tony’s dead body.

“He fucking ruined my breakfast,” Mirage muttered. “That was my last carrot.”

“I have cupcakes in my room.”

Mirage grunted. “Do you have a shovel in there?”

I let out a laugh. “You know shovels are more of an Asylum thing.”

He looked up at me, a sour look on his face. “You’re a dick.” He got to his feet and glanced at me again. “And for the record, Asylum likes forks. The shovel was a one-time thing.”

“Can’t dig a grave with a fork,” I said.

“Can’t dig a grave period in this cold.” Mirage adjusted his blood-splattered rabbit mask and let out a sigh. “But I know some friends who are hungry. Take his feet.”

It was my turn to sigh as I grabbed Tony’s feet, and Mirage grabbed his arms.

“When did I become an accessory to murder?” I trudged through the snow, helping to carry Tony’s body.

“What was the date?” Mirage asked with a laugh. “When your world changed?”

“August 5th,” I said easily. “The day I met Sirena.”

“Then that’s your answer, but you already knew that.”

He was right. I did.

I knew everything.

It was just what made me so damn special here at Chapel Crest.

STITCHES

Iwoke up in a cold sweat, three days after eating Sirena out, my chest heaving. My throat was raw from screaming, and I’d clawed at myself during the nightmare.

Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes, my heart pounding hard.

I had nightmares almost every night. Usually, they’d fade away, but this one simply kept going.

My door cracked open, and Sin poked his head in, his torso bare.

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