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I tap my thigh three times, trying to calm down. What if I made her bleed a little, a small slice on the inner thigh where no one would see.

“Walk away, Chaos. I’ll handle it from here.”

“Don’t let her go, she needs the punishment. Parker. We’ve been too easy on her. Get that revenge before tomorrow morning, or I will.”

I hope she knows I’ll never let anything happen to her, but I can’t control myself, and the need to spill blood will always come first.

12

Sabrina

I’m trying to figure out what happened. Chaos and I were getting along fine all afternoon. Why, all of a sudden, the switch? Where did it go wrong? The movie was going amazingly until I got an idea and I had to rush to the office. A lightbulb went off, and it couldn’t wait. I hardly had time to log into the server for work before Chaos stormed in, looking like a madman.

Now I’m lying on the bed hog-tied while they both stand at the end of the bed. I’m afraid to move or say anything. The way Chaos is staring at me, his fuse is close to burning out, and his fingers won’t stop tapping on his thigh.

“Sabrina, wanna explain a few things to us?” Parker asks me, like I know what he’s talking about.

“Yeah, Sabby? Because I can’t control what is rushing around my head at the moment, and I know for a fact that you two are hiding something from me, and I don’t like it.”

Parker twists his head in Chaos’ direction. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. You two are scheming behind my back.”

“I’m not scheming dick shit, asshole,” I snapped.

Chaos jumps on the bed, crushing me deeper into the mattress. Parker rushes to pull him off, but his elbow rams into his nose, and blood drips onto the bedding. I cry out in pain when Chaos shifts onto my hip, but that doesn’t stop him. He pulls his switchblade out, and I’m afraid to move.

“Chaos, that’s enough. It’s Sabrina.” Parker moves, extending a hand. “The knife, Chaos.”

He froze, and those ice-blue eyes shine angrily now. “She’ll take her punishment now, and you’ll watch.”

With his other hand, he tears my leggings down. I let out a small whimper and tried to plead with him, only for that to go unnoticed. Parker goes to move, and Chaos lifts his knife, halting him. Chaos continues to tug my leggings down until my ass and thighs are exposed. My pulse skyrocketed, and my stomach turned over. I’m absolutely helpless, and Parker can’t do anything.

“I need this, Parky baby. I don’t ask for much, but this is what I need.”

His words plunge into my chest. He needs what? He already fucked me; what else could he possibly need?

The coldness of his blade runs along my thigh, and I try to buck him away, but it’s no use. He adds more weight to my legs, leaving me immobile.

“Sabrina, stop fighting. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not that. I promise. I don’t like it, but he won’t force himself on you.”

I roll my eyes. “No, he saves that for when he’s asleep.” The prick loves to sleep fuck, and there is no way I’m sleeping next to him after this.

Chaos takes the chance while I’m distracted and slices my thigh.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped. The sting of the cut burning, wetness creeps along my thigh, and I’m scared to know how much blood there is.

“Yeah, baby, I could paint your entire body red.” Chaos drags his finger through the fresh cut, dragging the blood around my thigh, moving to my ass cheek. He grabs his knife again. And I see Parker, ready to jump in. He slices through the strand of lights, and my arms ache as they fall to the mattress. I want to cry in relief, but Parker speaks.

“Chaos, that’s enough.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not done.”

“Yes, you are. We need to talk now. You want answers, don’t you?”

Chaos rubs my ass, exhaling. “I do. I’m trying to calm down. How mad am I going to get after hearing this?”

I look at Parker, and he shrugs.

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