Page 13 of Dirty Little Psycho
“For what?” I stutter.
“To be hunted,” he purrs, then pushes off me and waltzes out of my cell with a swagger I have only ever seen mob bosses pull off in movies. When the door clicks shut behind him, I slouch into the bed and release an exasperated sigh.
“I’m so fucked,” I mutter into the empty room.
THIRTEEN
DRAVEN
We allow her to think she has a chance of escaping us, but what she doesn’t know is she is heading in the direction we want her to. Carter and I slow our pace, allowing her the illusion of being free of us. We are all wearing our own masks tonight. We know Vaughn dropped enough hints for her to figure out who they are but until she admits that shit out loud, we’ll keep playing this game of chase the psycho.
She heads down the stairs toward the morgue. We stop at the top of the stairs and allow her a head start. Carter pushes his mask up and faces me. “Bet you my ten soup packets Vaughn locks her in the fridges.”
I push my mask up and grin at the fucker. “Bet you my twelve ramen packets he straps her to the table and scares the shit out of her with his knife, then fucks her.”
He extends his hand to me with a smile. I place mine in his and shake it before we push our masks down and rush down the stairs to see who is the winner. I start whistling because I know the sound grinds on Carter’s nerves and getting under his skin is something I fucking love doing.
When we enter the morgue both of us come to a sudden halt at the sight of Karley on her knees with Vaughn standing in frontof her, a gun pressed to her forehead and an old school video camera in his other hand.
This was not the fucking plan.
We were only meant to scare her and fuck with her. Fucking her is a bonus none of us saw coming but we also won’t stop.
“What’s going on?” Carter asks.
Karley slowly raises her hands and tilts her head back enough to meet Vaughn’s mask-covered face. “What do you want me to say?” she asks, ignoring Carter’s question.
He and I exchange a look, then look back at her and Vaughn. “I want you to beg daddy to come and save you. Tell him what we have been doing to you,” Vaughn barks.
I wait for her to protest, beg and plead for us to let her go, but it seems this girl is in the habit of surprising us at every turn.
“What do I get out of it?” The cocky lilt to her voice has a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. The girl is either stupid for challenging Vaughn or smart as fuck for seeing there is no way out of this, so she may as well make the best of a fucked-up situation. Carter moves and stops behind her, stretches his arm out and grips her chin from behind, forcing her head back so she is looking up at him.
“You get unlimited access to our cocks and the right to continue breathing.” His tone is suggestive and judging from the way she shivers, she is loving what he’s putting down but I’m not sold.
“What guarantee do we have that you aren’t trying to play us to get daddy dearest to finish the job he started with all of us years ago.” She pulls free of Carter’s hold and looks at me, a sly smirk tugs at the edge of her face.
“If I was going to fuck you all over, I could do it at any time,” she answers.
“You don’t have the power,” I snap back.
“Knowing who you really are behind the masks gives me that power, so do you want to rethink the statement or should we all agree that we have something to gain out of this little partnership here?” She looks from me to Carter and then finally settles her gaze on Vaughn. “Call me crazy, but I feel you are the one who calls the shots and it seems I need you to agree.”
“Why would I do that?” he presses.
Within a split second, tears mist her eyes and her bottom lip begins to tremble. A distraught look enters her eyes and she begins to shake as if she is terrified. “Daddy, please! Get me out of here, give them what they want so they will stop hurting me!” My fucking jaw hits the floor. She swipes her tears away and smiles wide, that fucking performance could have won her a fucking Oscar.
“Well, the bitch had me fooled,” I admit.
She looks at me and shoots me a wink. “I aim to please, big boy.” Carter chokes on fucking air at her remark, this girl is way too fucking comfortable and clearly just as fucked in the head as us. She has a gun pointed at her and she is smiling. “So, are we in agreement?" she asks Vaughn.
The fucker lifts his head and looks at me and Carter. We all stand here silently for a moment, trying to weigh our options. This girl just showed us she is a master manipulator.
“You have no idea what we have planned?—”
She cuts me off before I can continue. “I don’t need to. I just need your word that my father will atone for his sins. What he has done—no, what he allows to happen in this place is fucking barbaric and downright disgusting. I don’t care what you do to him, I just want him to pay for his crimes.”
“Why the fuck would you care about a bunch of washed up has-beens sent here to be forgotten and die,” Carter snarls. Much like me, he and Vaughn want vengeance for the crimes lobbed against us. I’m no fucking saint and never have claimedto be. The reason I ended up in here was… I push that train of thought away, knowing it won’t serve me any good to pick at that old fucking scab.
