Page 162 of Moth to a Flame

Me and the nameless others.

“Not quite.” Landon places the syringe on the counter, leaning into my ear. His lips brush my skin, and his breath is hot as he details the plan to me. “How do you like it?”

“Love it.” I peck him on the mouth and drop my knees to the floor.

Landon takes out a spiked baseball bat out of his duffel bag. He spins it in his hand, right there for Lester to see. He’s already heard about our plans to violate him. This gruesome sight, however, makes it all the more real.

Naturally, the screaming starts. He wrenches against his restraints. His muscles spasm.

That night in the park, I had no chance of running away. I knew I didn’t. I prayed to survive this, survive him.

Escaping the hell he was putting me through? It was obvious I didn’t stand a chance.

That’s why I’m so fucking pleased that Lester knows it too.

Hope is cruel, true. It’s made crueler when it’s being ripped away from a person. Thing is, I don’t care about Lester’s hope. He doesn’t deserve a sliver of it. Not a moment where he’ll think,oh, I might not die such a horrible death.

Hell.

No.

“Here you go, pig.” Landon kicks Lester from beneath his stomach for the heck of it. His black eyes zoom in on mine. “Fuck, I can’t seem to stop insulting animals today.”

“They know you don’t mean it, baby.”

His lips hike to the side as he slams his boot on Lester’s back.

Once I’m sure the fucker won’t move, I go over to the spot behind him. I cut off the knot we made to bind his feet together, and his legs flop to the floor.

Since he’s aware of what’s coming to him, he snaps them closed as soon as they hit the ground. Too bad I’m there between them. My skin crawls from feeling any part of him on me. From watching his anus and being so close to him.

Now this?

“Lester, you’re disgusting.” The smell of pee reaches my nostrils a couple of seconds before I see it spreading from beneath his stomach.

“Repulsive.” The yellow liquid spreads outward, and Landon has to shift so it won’t reach his boot. “Where’s your self-control?”

Lester’s cries are muffled by both the gag and the floor.

“He has none,” I agree with Landon, my tone solemn. Dead serious.

“I see that.” Landon leans over to grab Lester’s hair, yanking on it, twisting his head so he’s facing us. “Moving on.”

Landon’s gaze darts at me. His brows lower, a storm brewing inside of him. If I listened hard enough, I could probably hear thunders crack inside his dark soul.

“Yes?” My grip on the handle of the knife is firm. I hold still, waiting for his instructions.

Although I have a very good idea of what they’ll be.

“This…” The spiked baseball bat. He flips his free palm and taps it three times. Lester’s legs squeeze me, and he weeps. Once upon a time, I wept too. “Will have to go into his ass. There’s just one small obstacle standing in the way between me and my plan.”

The threads that tie me to my sanity are growing looser. A few of them have snapped for sure. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be cracking up.

Landon doesn’t laugh. “Take care of that problem for me, love?”

“My pleasure.” Touching another man’s ass isn’t something I’ll do. Ever. But Landon asked so nicely. And it’s a necessity.

So…

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