Page 30 of Trick or Treat: The Rebirth
“Look at me,” he commands, and I do as told, locking my eyes with his, feeling every wild, chaotic moment intertwining with the quiet urgency of our connection. “No regrets. Just us and the fire burning between us.”
His words claw through the remnants of my fears, dissolving the lingering shadows that have haunted me for so long. Yes, everything might be a mess, but this—this electric chaos was ours. And in this moment, with the bone grazing my inner walls, stretching me in brand new ways, and the heat of his body enveloping me, I felt something long buried inside me awaken; the fight that had been dormant, finally resurgent.
“I want to burn,” I breathe, driving the knife deeper into this torrid exchange, testing just how far I’d let myself fall into the abyss.
Hunter's eyes flare with delight at my surrender. “Then let’s set this place ablaze.” And just like that, he grabs the knife and pushes the boundaries we’d set, defying the laws of physical and emotional restraint.
As the knife drags across the length of my body with each thrust of the bone inside me, I lose track of time, as each precious second is woven into the tapestry of the chaos—the passion, the danger, the darkness that drew us together. I become nothing but a collection of sensations, the world outside crashing down and disappearing, leaving only us to dance along the edge.
“More,” I beg again, the word slipping from my lips like a prayer.
“And you shall have it,” he vows, eyes gleaming as the knife meets the flesh, sending jolts through me, each press and drag igniting my body’s response.
Every physical sensation veers so close to the edge of pain, yet it is pure ecstasy wrapped in his chaos, teasing the boundary of what I can handle. The bed creaks rhythmically beneath us, the only soundtrack accompanying our reckless surrender—a melody of fervent breaths and whispered challenges, every thrust grounding my faltering sense of self, each scrape bringing me closer to the edge of something forbidden yet gorgeously addictive.
I revel in our bond in this sanctum of shadows, indulging in our complexities, our scars, our frailties. Here, in this chaos, I find not just the ruins of my past but the thrill of my newfound liberation.
“Forever,” I whisper, and Hunter’s eyes blaze with recognition, understanding what I’m offering—a covenant steeped in blood and passion.
“Forever,” he echoes, sealing our promise like a brand pressed onto my very soul.
And as he plunges into me fiercely, for the first time in a long time, I feel whole. In each lingering kiss and every slice of the blade against my skin, I reclaim the spark that defines who I am, awakening the beast that lies within—a beautiful disaster wrapped in darkness, longing for more.
We'll ignite a fire that will burn through the dark, leaving only ashes of what we once were. And I will never look back.
Lying with Hunter, naked, laid out across my bed, my eyes darted to the bone, the soaked condom discarded, and a sick feeling begins to settle in the pit of my stomach. But I can't put my finger on it. Hunter looks at me, gently gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him, and him only.
"What is it, Bones?" He asks, the nickname suddenly giving me chills that pierce the bones in my body.
"Where did you get that bone, Hunter?" I can hear the nerves in my tone.
He grins. "I think you know where."
My jaw drops. I rip out of his once comforting hold and bolt out of bed. Sprinting through the church, I swing open the back door and run straight for the small cemetery in the back. Barefoot and naked, I drop to my knees once I reach the guys' grave, freshly disturbed. I hear heavy footsteps and panting behind me, and anger begins to consume me like wildfire.
I get to my feet and spin around quickly, making myself slightly dizzy. Glaring at him, all he does is smirk, knowing exactly where this conversation is about to go.
"Don't you dare fucking tell me you dug up the guys and fucked me with one of their bones!" I scream, knowing the answer already.
"You fucking loved it. You've never come so damn hard before," he chuckles, pulling a smoke out from behind his ear.
The sound of the lighter cracking to life cuts through the air, the flame dancing as he takes a deep drag. I can’t tear my gaze away from him, the man who claims both my heart and every lingering shred of sanity I thought I had left. He’s cocky, arrogant, a dangerous storm wrapped in a beautiful package—and right now, he’s crossed the line from reckless to utterly abhorrent.
“Do you think this is some sick game?” I snap, rage and disbelief intertwining like old lovers.
Hunter exhales the smoke slowly, his hazel eyes glinting with a twisted amusement as he shrugs. “It’s all a game, Bones. Especially with you. The rules just change depending on who’s playing.” He takes another drag, holding my attention hostage as I stand there, shaking and trying to hold onto my burgeoning fury.
I turn back towards the grave, the evidence of his grotesque act lurking in the earth like a phantasmagorical reminder of everything we were trying to escape. The markers of Blade and Saint’s lives lay beneath the fresh soil, their spirits no doubt restless and haunting. I can feel their anger—an echo reverberating through my bones, just as Hunter’s words had whispered promises of destruction and ecstasy moments before.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" My voice trembles, but I do nothing to mask the grief swelling within me. "You don’t play with the dead like that!”
He chuckles slowly, taking a step closer, his confidence palpable. “You’re right. But how well do you really know them? Blade? Saint? Riley? Nixon? They weren't good boys, Bones. They had their own darkness. Just like you and me. They would’ve understood.”
“Understood what? That you’re a twisted fuck who gets off on disrespecting their graves?” I challenge, my tone as sharp as ice. “I can’t believe I trusted you—a fucking monster pretending to be a hero.”
Each word cuts like the knife he so easily wields, but I can’t stop myself. The anger is a fire consuming my insides, pushing me to keep pushing, and I relish in the rush of it. The smoke curls around him, almost merging with his essence as he takes another step closer, mapping my body with a crazed intensity.
“Trust? Is that what you think this was about? Bones, this was never about trust. This is about truth—the ugly, raw truth that lies beneath everything. The ones you loved knew that better than anyone.”
