Page 102 of Ramsay

Caution and a good dose of rage skitter down my spine because clearly, the dicks have been opening their mouths again. What will it be this time? What more can they suck from my soul?

“Is there a point to this story, and for the record, don't you think it’s weird for you to be so obsessed with me?”

Her eyes narrow, then grow wide, her grin spreading across her face like the fucking joker. I don't have to turn to know a Sinner is behind me, but frankly, I don't care.

“Whatever, Cherry. I just thought you should know, in case treatment wasn't enough, no one blames you for your sister's death. I mean, it wasn't your fault, right? Or was it? Is your sister dead because of you?”

Before she can continue, I slam my fist into her mouth so hard, I see stars, my already sprained wrist crying out in protest. But that’s not enough, so I jump on top of her and pound her face until someone lifts me off.

Flailing in their arms, I stare at her with a feral expression and smile when she sits up in shock, her nose bloody, her teeth stained, and a shiner forming on her eye.

When she sees my expression, she shudders and scrambles to her feet, shrieking, “Stay the fuck away from me.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I say, matter of fact.

Before I can continue, I’m carried into the nearest empty space, which happens to be the girl’s bathroom. Oliver drops me as soon as we’re alone, before crossing his arms.

With flared nostrils and the closest thing to passion I’ve seen from the psycho motherfucker, he says, “Are you fucking crazy?”

Clutching my wrist to my chest, I turn away from him and approach the sink, running my hand under the cool water. It’s not doing much for the pain, but whatever. I’ve really fucking done it now, and everything in me is screaming for relief, but I can’t take pain killers, and now I’m stuck with my fucking fate.

“Answer me,” he demands, stepping up behind me and blocking me against the counter.

“What are you talking about?” I ask through clenched teeth.

“Just lay down and take the hit, Willow and it will all go away,” he insists.

Pushing him away, I stalk to the door and turn back.

“No, Oliver, it won’t all go away. Because it’s still fucking here,” I shout, pounding my chest and wincing again.

Motherfucker.

“Will—“

“Whatever. It’s done. I can’t be held responsible, Oliver. I tried to warn you. I tried to tell you, but you just wouldn’t fucking listen. You think you’re badass? Hah! I left five guys gang bang me for blow. I watched my boyfriend strangle a girl to death because she wouldn’t suck his dick. I...You don’t fucking know me. But you’re about to.”

With that, I swing from the room and stalk down the hall, but Oliver follows and grabs my arm, pulling me around to say, “Don't make this go any farther.”

Staring into his eyes, I soften, and smile before touching his cheek, my fingertips tingling under his warm skin. “Oliver, if I’ve learned anything from this fucked up world, it's that we all make our own choices. You can blame it on me if it makes you feel better, but at the end of the day, you have to live with what you’ve done. Just as I do.”

“What's going on?” Diem demands.

Turning, I spy the two that make this a fucked-up trio, and raising my arms wide, I say, “Ah, the gangs all here. Well, any last requests?”

“Huh? What’s wrong with you?” Diem asks, running his eyes over me worriedly.

Ramsay steps up beside Oliver, glancing between us with a frown before he says, “What’s happening?”

“Nothing,” Oliver says. “Willow here is going to go home and not come back. Isn’t that right, Willow?”

“Sure. No problem. Any other requests?” I ask, inspecting my nails even though my wrist is fucking killing me.

“Willow,” Ramsay growls.

“Yes, my liege,” I snark.

“Just back the fuck down!”

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