Page 20 of Evil Deeds

A victor.

A villain.

“Good,” Baron says. “Now come over here and get me warmed up for that girl in the other room. I want to be able to make it last with her. She’ll be tight. She’s a virgin.”

I shudder, thinking of Rylan sleeping on my bed at home. “I can’t.”

Baron chuckles and moves around the end of the bed toward me. “It’s funny that you still think what you want matters. You know what they say, though. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. And we all know you’re a crazy bitch.”

“I have a boyfriend,” I say, edging toward the door.

“Wrong,” Baron says. “You have a master.”

We stare at each other a moment.

“That’s why I’m asking permission,” I say at last, deciding to go along like I always do. Sometimes it gets me what I want.

Defiance never does.

“You’re ours,” Baron says. “Understand?”

“Your what?” I ask. “If I’m not your girlfriend, why can’t I be his? I can still play my role.”

“You’re our queen,” he says, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile, though his eyes remain vicious behind his glasses. “That doesn’t make you our equal. It makes you our product. We created you. We own you. If we want to share what’s ours, you’ll lie there and take it, no matter who we let fuck you. But it’s our choice, not yours. If Rylan fucks you, it’s withourpermission. You don’t get a say in the matter.”

“That’s not fair.” I’m seething with anger, my voice shaking. I never agreed to this, don’t know how I got here, in this deadly cocoon that’s sealed so tightly around me I can’t break free. I don’t even know if I created this cage of my own free will, or if I did it under some sort of spell they put on me without my knowing. Or maybe they forged the steel around my heart and convinced me I did it. The lines have all blurred, reality and illusion, intent and execution, survival and destruction, until they’re fused into the impenetrable bars of my prison.

“Don’t pretend this is something new,” Baron says, hooking a finger under my chin to raise it. “It’s always been that way, my little queen. You’ve always been our puppet.”

“So I can’t do anything for myself?”

“You can obey,” Baron says. “That’s for you, isn’t it?”

I swallow, my mind racing. Obeying isn’t for me. It’s for my safety, sure, but it’s not something I want, something I choose.

Disobeying is something I choose.

For the first time in a year, I feel the sickening, terrifying lurch of recklessness in my belly, the need to explode out of my carefully constructed cage. I want to shatter the walls of my diamond prison, to dance across a room with warm light flickering over my bare skin, to see the shine of warmth and admiration in a boy’s eyes instead of cold calculation when he looks at me. I want towantsomething, do something, just for me, and fuck the consequences.

So I bring my knee up, slamming it into Baron’s crotch. I don’t wait to see him fall. I hear his roar of pain behind me as I make my escape. I’ve never hit back, not one time in two years. I’ve fought, but I’ve never struck first.

I feel the ribs of the cocoon around me splintering as I make a mad dash for freedom, exhilaration unfurling along my back like glorious wings, as if I could fly already, shoot straight up through the roof, leave the wreckage raining down on them while I soar into the sky, a majestic beast full of fire and fury, power and glory, my true size revealed. My soul is so much bigger than the girl who has to fit into a size two no matter how tall she grows, who is only allowed fast food once a month, who has weekly weigh-ins to make sure she’s still contained in her perfect package, her shining, fractal bubble with no cracks, no leaks, no sign of the messy, reckless animal inside.

Baron’s body hits me from behind, and I crash to the floor, my hands and knees burning against the rug. No glorious wings stop my fall, take me away. I’m not a majestic, flaming falcon. I am a butterfly, my only defense camouflage. When I make a move, I draw attention, and I’m trapped in a net, pinned to the floor in the hall with a boy who outweighs me by two.

“You want to play this game, do you?” he growls in my ear. “I don’t mind a little chase, but no one disrespects me and gets away with it.”

I struggle under him, but he’s already pulling up my skirt, yanking down the white underwear. I clench up when I feel the heat of his erection against my flesh.

“No, please,” I cry, tears springing to my eyes before he’s even forced himself in. “I’m sorry, I’ll do whatever you want.” I’m crying, begging, but I don’t care. I know what he’s going to do before he does it. Baron likes to punish, and he knows how much I hate it.

“You knew the risks,” he growls, thrusting viciously to breach my rear entrance. “You know the consequences when you disobey.”

He thrusts again, and I can’t help the scream that tears from my lips. He clamps a hand over my mouth, forcing himself deeper, until I think I’m going to die from the pain. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but since the first time he did this, it’s always hurt like this, like a knife is stabbing into me with each pass. Sobs choke me, and I can’t breathe. All I can do is pray I’ll pass out from pain.

Baron keeps driving into me with sharp, quick thrusts, grunting as he pounds me into the rug, his fingers cutting into my cheeks and muffling my cries. “If you wanted to play, you could have just said it,” he growls into my ear. “If you want to be the victim, I’ll play your attacker. I like it when you put up a little fight like you did in the beginning. It’s so much more exciting this way, isn’t it?”

I focus on his words, force my body to go still, to hibernate inside the pain until I hardly feel it. Only the sharp, stinging of my torn skin remains. I know he likes the fight. That’s why I stopped fighting, why I learned to turn into a limp doll when he touches me, no matter how roughly he does it. That’s when they started losing interest. I can’t let myself go back, can’t let myself forget these things. I can’t endure a year of their interest. Being a boring, empty bitch with no fight left is the only way to survive.

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