Page 173 of Vile Boys

I take in a deep breath and knock on her door. “Crystal?”

There’s no response, and I didn’t expect her to welcome me in with open arms either, but the silence beyond this door is telling.

“Crystal, I want to talk,” I say.

I knock a few more times.

I would’ve half expected her to have thrown the furniture by now, but it’s completely quiet.

Suspicious.

I fish my key card from my pocket and open the door, peeking inside with my foot jammed against the door in case she tries to ambush me.

But there’s not a movement in sight.

I push the door open farther and check her room. “Crystal? Where are you?”

Her blanket has been thrown over and her bed is empty, the closet raided. Her bathroom door is unlocked, and there doesn’t appear to be anyone inside.

My heart begins to race.

She’s gone.

Fuck!

If I tell Ares, he’ll destroy the goddamn campus just to find her.

I bust out the door and storm toward Blaine’s room down the hallway. Maybe he took her for his own selfish interests despite the warnings Ares gave.

“Blaine!” I yell before I burst into his room unannounced, but I come to a screeching halt the moment I spot him lying in his bed with a chain around his neck, both wrists locked to his bed, and a deflated dick clearly covered in cum.

My jaw drops.

“A little help, darling?”

Fucking hell.

“What the f—Did you do this yourself? How?” I ask, confused as fuck by the scene in front of me.

I always thought he was the dominant one when it came to his flings, but maybe I was wrong.

“It’s easy to unlock them. The key is on the nightstand,” Blaine says, nodding at it.

There’s no way he would let just anyone tie him up and leave him here.

My jaw tenses. “She was here, wasn’t she?”

He smirks. “Should I lie or tell you the truth? Either way, it seems like I’ll be dead.”

Damn right, he is.

My fist balls. “Where is she?”

“She took my master key card and her phone,” he replies, shrugging. “Sorry.”

My eyes widen.

She’s escaped.

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