Page 100 of Reign By Wrath

“Don’t bother,” I said. “I’ll make this quick. For six years, certain people have been using the T.O.D. Club as a means to torment, bully, and terrorize their enemies without ever having to lift a finger. They’ve let the club members take care of that for them.”

“Get her off the stage!”

“A lot of you in this room have been victims of random violence and bullying, and you didn’t know why. ExhibitA.”

The porno cut out. I didn’t know which Rogue was on the projectors, but they delivered big-time. Broadcasted on all four walls, my screenshots of the bare, non-anonymous T.O.D. page went up for everyone to see.

“What’s that?”

“What’s it say?”

“Who did that?” Everleigh screeched.

I flicked across the room and there she was, clambering out of the tent with her panties around her ankles and her top nowhere to be seen. She tripped over her feet, trying to dress herself.

“Turn those off!”

“What you’re looking at is Nathan Westchester daring Xero Lantham to rape his ex-girlfriend in revenge. You’re looking at Kimber Waverly daring Marcus Brown to cut her supposed best friend’s brakes.”

“What?!”

“Turn it off!” Everleigh gave up on finding her shirt and shoved through the crowd, beelining for me.

“None of you have to worry about reading off the walls,” I said, picking up speed. “Someone made sure that I can’t get into your inboxes, but they can’t stop you from hitting up mine. If you want to know everything T.O.D.’s done, it’s all live and free on this website.”

The projectors winked out and the shots were replaced with a single web address repeated dozens of times on the walls.

www.truthordareclubexposed.com

“On that site is a link that you’re all really going to be interested in because it takes you right to the place where you can employ my services and the services of the Rogues.” I smirked. “Not the four hot sexy Rogues you’ve known, but the true Rogues that you’re afraid to name. Surprise, surprise. They’ve got new management... and it’s me.”

“Liar!” Everleigh got stuck behind two half-naked rugby players. “She’s a liar! That website is a fake. Someone get her off the stage!”

“I’m not a liar, but I’m not standing up here to prove it to you. It’d be in the best interest of some of you if I never do,” I said. “Let me say this flat out, the Rogues are in a new racket: revenge.

“This is to anyone and everyone who’s been made a victim of this disgusting club. They farmed out and anonymized their attacks, and now you can do the same. Farm out their retribution. Put in a request through the site, and Rogues will make everyone who hurt you and paid for it, regret what they’ve done.

“You just tell us how you want it. Castrate the rapists? Expose the blackmailer’s secrets? Arrange an accident for the murderers? Whatever you want,” I said into a rapidly quieting room. “Anything goes.

“T.O.D.ers, you know who you are. Get ready to spend every single day of the rest of your short life looking over your shoulder. Wondering if the guy looking too closely at you is a Rogue distracting you while the other stabs the knife in your back.

“And if you’re thinking you don’t have to worry because your victim can’t afford us, I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” I smirked. “Our five-dollar fee is more than affordable.”

“What are you saying?”

“You can’t threaten people like this,” someone screamed. The panic was clear in her voice. “This is criminal. I’m recording everything you say. You’ll be arrested.”

I shrugged. “Maybe, but I’ve got friends that’ll spring me from prison. Do you have friends that’ll save you? I can tell you right now you won’t after everyone sees the real T.O.D. Club. But what will save you”—I raised my voice, one eye on the rapidly approaching Everleigh—“is if you confess!

“Confess what you did and what you dared someone to do to the police, and the Rogues will take you off the hit list. Refuse, and we will happily carry out your punishment.”

“She’s a liar! You’re not leading the Rogues, you nobody, Dreg.”

“Take your chances that I’m lying. Sooner than later, someone is going to get curious. They’ll put in a request through the site just to see what happens, and then some shit is going to happen to you.”

Everleigh burst onto the stage. “Give that to me!”

“Five dollars, people. Make the bastards that destroyed your life with some game pay.” I dropped the mic and jumped off the stage, shoving past grasping hands for the door on my right.

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