Page 18 of Dead Woman Walking

West’s eyes widened. “Arte—”

Ghostface kicks his face hard. “Don’t you dare say her fucking name, or I end you right here.”

“You took me upstairs, all three undressing and touching me…” The memory hurt even though it was four years ago. I thought I could get over it. I thought I could be strong right now, but now my body shakes like I was that young adult going through this again. Tears burn in my eyes as rage rushes through me. “Oliver was first. He… raped me while you two,” pointing to West and Gray, “held me down. I begged and begged for you to stop. You didn’t! You all took turns fucking me and beating me each time I moved or cried. I was damn nearfuckingdead. You fucking thought I wasfuckingdead!”

West winces.

Good.

“Left me to fucking die!” I crouch before the disgusting men, anger rippling in my veins. These men who plagued my nightmares, whose pictures I couldn’t bear to look at. It took a lot of confidence and work to get to the point where I could stomach themtouchingme. Even then, I didn’t play it well. “Well, dead woman walking because I survived that nightmare. Now, I’m going to be yourfucking nightmare.”

“Can I explain?” West blubbers, blood spitting from his mouth.

“How the fuck can you explain that?” Jason asks, growling.

“She wanted it!” He shouts. His dark eyes narrowed on me. “You told us you liked to be raped. You told us to not stop! You begged to be fucked by us!”

Ghostface swiftly kicks him in the face again.

I love the way his head snapped back, blood spraying as he fell limb into the hay behind him.

“You fucking deserved it,” West whispers, spitting blood. “Rejecting us… I am the good guy!”

Brahms scoffs.

“I have a life!” West snaps at him. “A future! Scholarships! I am going to be someone important!”

“What about me!” I scream, making him shut up. “I had scholarships! I had a fucking future, but you took that away. You did this because you couldn’t take no for an answer. You gave little to no regard for my fucking life, left me in the ditch to fucking die. You deserve every fucking punishment and jail time in the world.”

“But I didn’t get jail time, bitch,” he chuckles, blood dripping from his nose.

“That’s why it’s your judgment day, and I’m your jury.”

“You’re all fucking insane. What, did you meet in a mental asylum?” He spits at us.

“Something like that,” I mutter, flipping the knife.

“So, just go mental and kill yourself, bitch. Leave us out of it,” he snaps. “We did nothing to you!”

Brahms growls, and I hold up a hand, standing. I look down at the trash below me. “Even today, you all tried to force yourself onto me, didn’t even realize you already had raped me. I don’t want to die anymore. I want justice, and I want revenge. I want peace… and Iwantyou all dead.”

Gray sobs.Well, he tries to.

“You all are sick fucks, fucking a fat ugly whore who is already used and—” Oliver starts.

Jason is on him, stabbing up his jaw, quickly shutting him up. Blood sprays and drips everywhere, changing the color of the golden-yellow hay. The eyes on Oliver roll back as he falls onto the hay.The blood loss will kill him in a few seconds.

I look at Brahms who looks like he was waiting for this very moment. He pushes Gray down with his boot as Gray cries.

“Sounds like when you guys covered my mouth, remember? After you beat the fight out of me? Mm, I remember.” I shudder at the memory.

I watch Brahms slit Gray’s throat and watch with a shimmer in his eyes as Gray dies right before him.

“Any last words,West?”I gag at his name. “God, you disgust me. I’ve had to deal with gross touchy hands all over me all fucking night. You…disgustme the most. It was your idea to rape me, and you laughed about it while I damn near died in the trunk of your daddy’s car. How privileged you are to get away with everything you do wrong with daddy’s money to cover it up.”

“Don’t do this,” he begs. “My dad has money, and he will pay you—”

“No amount of payment will refix whatyoubroke!”

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