“Or what?” She challenges.

Behind her, Ben steps towards us from a few stalls away and presses his front to her back. Her eyes widen as she realizes we’ve caged her between us. Ben snakes a hand over her neck and chokes her lightly. “Or I’ll hold you down while my friend here fucks your ass so hard you won’t shit for a week.”

Fury blazes in her eyes as she stares up at me, her breasts pressed against my skin where I’ve stepped back into her personal space. “Are you threatening me?”

I grab her chin and she moves to pull me away, but Ben quickly secures her arms behind her back. “We don’t need to make idle threats.” I run my thumb across her lips harshly as Ben tightens his grip on her neck. “You’ll be begging us for our cocks by the end of all this—and if you behave, we might just give it to you nicely—if not... well, we get off on screams of pain just as much as cries of pleasure.”

Ben leans down and licks her cheek. “For now, that choice is yours.”

She gapes at me, and I shut off the water as Ben releases her arms. Without a backward glance, we waltz away for inspection. “Mark my words, Ben. I’ll have her bent over my bed, her ass in the air, pummeling her pussy within the next week.”

“Not if I get to her first,” he counters.

I meet his eyes and see a feral grin on his face, and just like that, the challenge begins.

I spread my arms and legs for inspection. “She won’t be easy to catch.”

Ben bites his lip as a guard peruses his body. “Good. Because the chase is almost as intoxicating.”

How right he is. The thought of disciplining her hot little ass is the only motivation I need. “Challenge accepted.”

Having washed to their standards, a guard issues the two of us towels and clothes. I don’t even bother wrapping myself in the towel as we move through the doors and around a corner, looking for our names on the black doors dotted along either side of a wide hallway.

Principal Windsor brought us here to break us, but I’m going to thrive and become king of the motherfucking hellhole.