“You…you—” Finn turns his gaze to face me. “You had a camerainsidethe house?”
“We know all about you, flower,” Castor rasps. He throws his feet over Finn’s lap as he puts himself into a laying position, a sexy, unhinged smile on his lips.
Finn sits back to accommodate his long legs and lets out a long sigh. “What are they thinking coming inside the house? Do they want to hurt me?”
“Yes,” I say. “Hedoes.”
“And the others are a bunch of pathetic losers,” Castor wiggles his toes. “Come on, flower, press some more buttons. Let’s play. You can even lock the door from the inside.”
“But why?” Finn asks while he starts pushing buttons. “Why does he still want to hurt me?”
Smoke emerges inside the hall, making the screen fill with shouts.
“Hasn’t he harassed me enough? The past years, and then tonight in the restroom…”
The lights switch on and off as more smoke enters the house.
I smile inwardly at Finn’s little tantrum.
“His father knows about him breaking into the asylum. And theownerof the house was not happy about it,” Castor says. “Ah. It looks like we have a winner.”
Jess leaves the house with a terrified scream.
“Or a loser,” I add. “Depending on how you grade those students.” A second camera reveals how she flees through the trees, her flashlight in hand, before she finally runs through the gates.
“He’s got to be here, that little cunt!” David growls in frustration.
“You told him you own the house?” Finn asks.
“No, sweetheart. We play slowly, thoroughly, one step at a time.”
He frowns, thoughtful. “What’s the prize?”
Castor smirks. “You.”
“Oh,” Finn actually sounds surprised.Cute.
More horrifying laughter fills the place, and I’m hard again. This night better be over soon because my clenching ass canalready feel my lovers playing with it. Dropping my head back, I let out a frustrated groan.
“Tired?” Finn asks sweetly.Oh, sweetheart.
“Nah, I’m okay,” I grunt, ignoring Castor’s knowing chuckle.
A voice on the screen draws our attention back. It’s Lea. “Finn, if you’re out here, please let me know that you’re okay?” She’s knocking on the locked door that leads to his room.
“Way to go, Lea,” David snarls. “Of course, he’s not going to answer. You’ve scared the little cunt.”
“We have no right to be here in the first place,” Lea retorts. “He doesn’t deserve this.”
“No, he doesn’t,” I confirm. “So get the fuck away from our property.”
“He’s in there, hiding like the bitch he is,” David says. The injuries on his face give him a comical look. “But I’ve had enough. He’s fooled us all into believing he's this innocent guy.”
Lea is leaving. She looks upset, tears streaming down her face. They didn’t exchange any words; we would have heard them, but something must have happened.
“Are we going to let her go like that?” Castor asks.
“Yeah,” Finn mutters. “She’s—she never was a bully.”