Page 32 of Little Psycho

Calista, she was here...

I can feel the panic rising in my throat as I realize that Cali was in our apartment.But why?And what was the significance of the list of names?My mind races as I try to piece together the puzzle, and I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen.

And then it hits me as I read over the names for the twentieth time; every name belongs to a man or woman that has harmed her, and me and the guys fathers are at the top of it, just below her parents.

Still in shock, I collapse on the couch, pulling out my dope to mix up a shot.By the time Kill and Ash come stumbling in the door, my head is slumped and my eyes are shut, stuck in a heavy nod from the overflow of drugs rushing through me.

“You need Narcan again, Dom?”Ash asks, rushing over to me, shaking me awake.

“No, I’m just really fucking high,” I mumble, my voice raspy, drool dripping from the corner of my lips.

Handing Kill the note, his face goes ghost white as all color drains from his usually tanned body.

“Wh… What the fuck is this?”he asks, even though I can tell he already knows the answer.

“Calista was here—in our apartment—I’m assuming.She left that for us as some sort of sign or some shit.”I shrug, lighting a cigarette to top off my high.

Ash sits and packs a little crack at the top of his pipe, pressing it onto the brillo tucked snugly down the center.Hitting it, he holds the smoke in, rips the note out of Kill’s hand, and begins coughing harshly as he reads what we’ve already read.

“You think she knows we were sent to find her?”he asks, raising his brow in concern.

I shake my head, not knowing much.“I’m not sure, but I can guarantee that we haven’t seen the last of her.”

“I knew I fucking saw her the other night at the race.”Kill shakes his head, speaking through a thick cloud of smoke that spills from his mouth as he cuts up a few thick lines of coke.

As we get high, the three of us try to process the information, still feeling lost about what’s truly going on.

Can Cali be stalking us because she’s afraid that we’ll hurt her?Or is it because she wants her revenge for the shit our fathers made us do?

THIRTEEN

PAYBACK

RIGHT SIDE OF THE BED—ATREYU

CALISTA, A WEEK LATER, OCTOBER

The cold point of the knife drags down the front of my body while my back is flush against the fogged-up shower door.The water pelts against my skin, and I shiver as Five continues to drag the knife down, eventually pressing the tip against my clit until my body begins to spasm from the foreign sensation.

“You are a little fucking psycho, aren’t you?”he growls, nipping at my earlobe and still applying pressure to my clit with the knife.

“I told you, but not for the reason you’re suggesting.”I grin, reaching between our bodies for his cock to stroke.

Flipping the knife, he grasps the dull edge and eases the long, black handle between my thighs, inserting it into my pussy.My back hits the door harder, and I spread my legs even wider, wanting to feel as much of the knife inside me as I can.Five begins thrusting in and out of me, his strokes matching mine.His dark eyes lock onto mine, and a devious grin dances across his lips, making me tremble in need.

I let him fuck me with the knife, my mind fogged from my medication, obviously putting me in a fucked-up headspace.But I fucking love it, secretly wishing he’d cut me so I could feel the sting spread throughout my body.With his dick still in my hand, throbbing, I reach around his body with my other and massage his ass cheeks with a devious grin of my own.

“Where is that crazy mind going?”he asks, clenching his ass to keep me out of it.

But it doesn’t work.

Slipping my wet hand between his cheeks, I glide the tips of my fingers up and down, circling his tight, untouched hole.Being locked away for the most primitive years of my life, right and wrong, do’s and don’ts aren’t too familiar to me.I only know what I was subjected to over the years, so I use my knowledge to bring pleasure to Five in the most fucked-up ways, and so far he has liked it all.

“Tell me that it doesn’t feel good when I play with your ass,” I tease, gently pushing a finger inside him, his body jumping against mine from the unusual podding.

The sudden jump makes the knife slip, putting a small nick on my pussy lip, which has blood seeping from the cut instantly.

“Fuck!”Five gasps, clenching his jaw as I work my finger in and out of his ass, pushing deeper each time.

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