Page 162 of Veiled

“Wait, you drugged me, didn’t you? You’re in Arcane Healing.”

The truth hits sharper than the rope biting into the insides of my wrists.

Platt sees the moment it all clicks, and his smirk widens, predatory and triumphant.

“That was a trial run. We may have played a little if you had actually given into the drug before you made it to the riding grounds, but it was far too slow to take effect.”

“You’re both fucking disgusting,” I choke out.

He bows as though I’ve complimented him. “You have no idea how disgusting I am going to be with you. Web called dibs on your pussy before he left to check us in, so I get the pleasure of tearing apart your juicy ass.”

My eyes flare in fear. I’ve never had anything back there, but I’ve heard how painful it can be if it’s not done right, and I hardly think these two will be worried about easing me in.

“Yes! I thought you might like that. We’re going to have so much fun!” he’s bouncing like a kid on solstice morning when I hear the crunch of boots on rock just outside the cave.

“Shit, man, I wasn’t sure you’d actually wait for me to get started.” Web doesn’t waste any time removing his uniform jacket and tossing it to the ground. “I waited to make sure everyone made it back. No one will be coming out here.”

“Perfect. I was just telling her how much fun we’re going to have with her. Now we’ll have tonight and all tomorrow to play.”

Platt’s hand slowly moves toward the open rip in my uniform, clearly savoring every wince I make as I try to pull away from him.

I try twisting, but the rope burns my wrists, and my ankles scream from the unnatural angle they’re being forced into, but I don’t stop fighting. I won’t stop.

That only makes him grin. “Keep squirming,” he encourages. “It makes this so much better.”

He pulls his dagger out of his leg sheath, and I freeze as it meets the center of my chest.

“That’s right, Annalise. We’re in charge here.” Platt slides the blade down my sternum, not cutting, but dragging it upward slowly, almost curiously. A sting flares where the tip grazes too sharply, and a thin line of blood wells.

“You can scream all you want now; no one will hear you.” his voice drips with satisfaction as he leans in closer, “The campus is practically empty with everyone at graduation and all of the teams checked in, so no one will be looking for you.”

I try to headbutt him, but Web moves faster, stepping on my shoulder and forcing me down onto my back while Platt straddles me. He rocks himself against my pelvis before lowering his mouth to my chest, groaning as he licks the blood from the tip of the cut down to where the last drop of blood sits just above my belly button.

My stomach flips violently.

Web’s voice is unexpectedly calm behind me, “Relax, we’ll get to the fun part soon.”

Relax? Is he serious right now?

“We’re not total assholes, you know?” Web asks, and he actually sounds like he believes that. “I was serious the day we met. We want you to enjoy yourself a little bit, too. It wouldn’t have taken so long for me to make this happen, but they wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Platt here has been dying to eat your cunt. He wants you coming all over his face while you’re moaning around my cock.”

“I’m going to tear them to pieces,” Tyr’s voice burns with rage.

“If you put your tiny dick anywhere near my face, I’ll fucking bite it off.” I threaten, panic sharpening my voice.

Web’s kick slams into my side, a brutal impact that sends black spots shooting across my vision and rips the air from my lungs. His hair flies free with the motion, falling over his eyes in a wild, sweat-soaked mess. For one brief heartbeat, his face contorts into pure, animalistic fury—then he pushes the strands back, his composure dropping back into place, and he laughs. A sharp, delighted sound like this is all some entertaining little game to him.

And then I see it, a shimmering band of gold and diamonds poking out from under his shirt.

He’s wearing my anklet on his wrist.

“Do you like it? I wanted to have a piece of you with me,” he says, like that will endear me to him.

“And you will have something of mine when you swallow my seed,” he chuckles to himself. “I guess you’ll have a lot to remember us by because Platt’s going to coat himself in the orgasm you give him so he can fuck your ass while I drown my dick in your pussy.”

Platt lifts the blade. Not toward my chest this time, but to my throat.