Page 107 of Unspoken Truths

After this, I think less things will scare me.

“Anything for the sleepy princesses,” Ignacio teases. Glancing at Lili, I notice that she’s also smothering yawns. The snark hurts less since it’s not barbed, making me wonder what that means.

As far as I understand, he’ll never turn his back on his friends. His father is requesting him to torture these men and kill them. It’s not something he offered to do, even if he’s not half-assing any of this. I want to believe that he might care about me even a little bit, but I can’t.

I’m not that stupid.

Lili’s father and Ignacio stand behind the man they’re killing, knives in their hands.

“Blood finds a way to splatter everywhere, girls. Move closer to me,” Emil says.

Walking over to him, much further from the men strung up from the ceiling, I swallow hard as they’re murdered in front of me. The knife is stabbed into the side of their throats, and then slid across to give them a second smile. The men gurgle and choke on the blood and dicks in their mouths, their bodies convulsing.

Squeezing Lili’s hand, my eyes widen as I watch the light leave their eyes slowly, allowing me to agree with my stepfather’s words. I feel much better knowing that they’re dead and won’t be able to hurt me.

“Good night, ladies,” Emil murmurs, watching as his son strips off the gloves and washes his hands so he can drive us home. “I’ll be home later. Nacio, we have it from here.”

“Right. Night, Dad,” he says, opening the door to allow us to walk out.

“You good?” Ignacio asks as we leave the warehouse.

“Yeah,” I responded. “Is it weird that it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would?”

“Once you get past the idea that they’re good people, it’s easier,” Lili says, getting into the car once Ignacio unlocks it.

“It’s not something I could prepare you for,” Ignacio says. Turning on the vehicle, he makes sure we’re settled. “Dad was livid when he figured out what was happening. He’s much more calm now.”

“I could see it,” I admit. “His jaw was so tight he could barely get the words out.”

“Most people wouldn’t have noticed that,” he says, driving out of the lot. “Dad also didn’t want to scare you, so he toned down how bad the situation was before he had me pick you up.”

“I could smell the bleach still,” Lili comments. “I was worried about when you might have to see something like this.”

“It’s like a mafia kid’s initiation,” Ignacio says with a small snort. “You definitely passed with flying colors in my mind. Didn’t even gag when I shoved the tiny cock into the guy’s mouth.”

“That was gross,” I mutter as he chuckles. “I definitely feel calmer in a way that therapy never seems to.”

“Sometimes action has a way of doing what words don’t,” Lili says softly, and her words follow me for a long time after.

CHAPTER19

THEO

Whispers have been surging through the teachers about the “glitch” that may have only affected Miss Thomas, well Reyes. My linguistics is a wealth of information.

“Marie,” I groan, looking down at her body. Her wrists are tightly bound behind her back with my belt, her body nude as I fuck her through lunch.

Apparently, exam week is just as stressful for the teachers as it is for us. The senior and advanced languages professor speaks three different languages, and is really fucking sexy. She also enjoys orgasm denial and spanking.

I think I’ll play with her some more, I haven’t decided yet. Trailing my fingers down her back, I spank her ass hard.

“Mon dieu,”she moans, whimpering as I shove my fingers deep into her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You’re such a dirty little slut,” I rasp. “What else are the teachers saying about the glitch? Are they giving the new girl a restoration of her grades?”

I made sure there wasn’t a way to find them, even going so far as to remove evidence of the little mouse’s existence for the last six weeks from each of her teacher’s filing cabinets. Exams, papers, all of it is gone.If it was something that was uploaded, I went so far as to mark it with a much lower grade.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much point in doing that for Mr. Richardson, since his office is closed up tighter than Ft. Knox. That’s the one thing that pisses me off about this whole thing. He’s marring my perfect execution.

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