Page 123 of Unspoken Truths

The guys all act like riotous assholes, riling each other up, which will be necessary for this. It’s putting me in a really good fucking mood, my dick is hard, which means the four of us will be spending the next few days getting off with each other.

I can’t imagine a better way to spend this camping trip. We’re planning to disappear into the campgrounds, making it hard for us to be found. I know some of our parents have trackers in our phones, but turning off our phones and leaving it in the car while we hike to our site will keep us hidden.

There may be backlash from what we’re about to do, and I don’t really want to deal with it until much later.

A large muddy area is next to the angry creek, which is perfect. Whistling to myself, I pull out the rope and tie her wrists up to her elbows in a complicated manner with pretty knots. It’ll make it difficult to swim, but I want her to be afraid to die. I secretly enjoy her fire, the way she tells me to get fucked, and how she fights for Lili.

Lifting her, Theo tosses her away from him in an impressive show of strength. His time in the weight room is definitely showing as he gears up for soccer season. We’re all in prep for the fall, but a beer or two won’t fuck with that.

Our appetites will be up from chasing and searching after this, so it’ll be the perfect time to cook at the campsite. The four of us are adept at surviving outside and roughing it.

Rachelle squishes into a ball as she hits the ground and rolls down the incline we’re at.

“Cute roll,” Elijah says, stalking forward. “She’s entirely too clean still.”

The three of us follow him, letting him run the show from now on. If something doesn’t pan out the way you expect it to, pivot so it will.

Rachelle manages to awkwardly stand, attempting to run, but Elijah reaches down and pulls her leg out from under her so she falls into the mud face first. Continuing to hold her leg, he drags her across the ground, his shoes also getting covered. Oh well, we'll either clean them or toss them.

I’m not really worried about it.

An idea begins to form as the guys take turns pulling her through the mud, tossing her onto the squishy surface, and taunting her. This is all a good time, but mud washes off easily.

This backpack is also the one I occasionally use when I go to the college library for research, and as I search, I come up with multicolored permanent markers.

“Take her pants off,” I call out, tossing the pack to the side as I walk toward them.

“No,” the little mouse screams, feet sliding as she attempts to get away.

Her voice is raw, the terror making me chuckle under my breath. I’m not interested in fucking her right now. I have another idea planned. Without asking me why I want her pants removed, Theo and Elijah pull off her shoes and leggings.

“Pull her up to where it’s not so muddy,” I command. “Then pin her down. I don’t need her foot in my cock.”

There’s a dirt path a little further up where it’s not so muddy, and the guys pin her to the ground as I open a black permanent marker, gazing at her thighs. I can see the thin scars at her hips, which piss me off. Her life may have been shit, but what gives her the right to hurt herself?

That’s our job.

Weak. That’s the word I write across her hip bone, her pupils blown wide with fear and disbelief.

“These are the things people think about when they see you,” I murmur, writingBloatedacross her stomach, even though it’s flat. She could even probably stand to eat a little more.

“That’s a fun game,” Elijah says, ripping her shirt and sweater over her head. It’s difficult because her hands are tied, but I pull the knife from my pocket to cut the rest of it off.

Guess she’s going to be naked for her dip in the creek. Oh well.

Theo picks up a marker, and I move my body so that my knees are pinning her thighs down.

“Pick a word and write it is our new game?” Theo asks, grinning as I nod.

Victimis what he writes across her breasts, the words perfectly legible because she’s being held down by many hands at her shoulders, chest, and hands. Handing a marker to Nacio, I raise my brow at him.

I’m not stupid. He lives with Rachelle, which could fuck with his head. He sees more of her, the vulnerability, and the way she falls apart after a rough day. I need to make sure she’s not turning him against us.

Grabbing it, he looks down at her body as if thinking about the word he’ll write. Swallowing hard, he grabs her hair to pin her head to the ground, biting the cap off to writeFailacross it. Damn. Ignacio is cutthroat, the killer amongst us all, and he went for the jugular there.

Plus, this will be a bitch to get off her skin. As one, we write words like “fat cow,” “flabby,” “dead girl,” and more. In a sense, some of these words are true. Rachelle Reyes will be dead by our hand one day.

Elijah’s gaze is dark as he writes the word “ungrateful mouse” on her entire side like a brand. Tears run down her face as she struggles until she can’t anymore, exhausted as she sobs.

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