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Wicked ignores me. “Take me instead, Skully.”
“I don’t want you, Wicked. I need her. She is the only one who can save her.”
“Savewho?” I scream so loud my throat aches.
Wicked’s legs falter, and he raises his arms to the side. He’s shirtless, his jeans and boots with nothing else. His arms widen like a bat, desperate and precise. “I pledge my loyalty to you, Skully. To you only. For as long as I live…”
My brows cross in, and I twist, attempting to pull myself out of the binds around my ankles. “What the fuck is happening?” The pain is now burning the core part of my brain, the area I can’t feel.
“You would go against her?” Skully asks, and I watch as Wicked takes calculated steps closer to the wounded man kneeling at Skully’s feet. The people surrounding us part, turning to look at one another in shock.
“I would go against her,for her.” Silence stretches out through the air, and I feel my heart fracturing in my chest like thin twigs between my fingers.
“And what of what I needed from Ruby? What then?”
Wicked’s head is dipped, the muscles on his neck throbbing, the sweat. “I brought you a gift. I need to grab a piece of paper out of my jeans back pocket—” Before he can finish his sentence, someone reaches in and snatches it, removing his mask to read the words. He looks around Wicked’s age, with soft features and chubby cheeks.
His eyes rest on Wicked before they find Skully. “There’s another.”
Skully steps forward, swiping the paper off him and reading the words.
Wicked doesn’t waste time. He looks partially over his shoulder, and I follow his sight as Royce drags in a young girl with blonde curly hair. She doesn’t look familiar, and for a few seconds, I wonder who she is.
“This—” Wicked rises to his feet, squaring his shoulders. “Is Jesenia La Rosa. The twin sister of Ruby. You didn’t know who she was when you thought I killed her.” My blood turns to ice and my stomach drops to the ground. “She’s a match, Skully. Use her, take me, and let Ruby go. I’ll be the greatest fucking Hangman.” Wicked looks to baby-face beside him, rolling spit in his mouth before aiming it toward the ground. “Like I always have been.”
“I must do my own checks before I let her go,” Skully says, slowly removing the mask around his face. “What happened to Victor?”
Wicked reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He flashes the bright screen on Skully’s face and I squint my eyes to see better. Victor’s headless corpse lying in a puddle of blood.
Wicked raises his brows. “Let her fucking go.”
Skully clicks his fingers and a couple of the people wearing robes move forward, taking the young girl off Royce and dragging her back against the forest clearance. The more I sit up here, the more I recognize things. The forest where we saw someone burning on a cross, the cabin houses. No doubt the asylum is not far from here. They must have all moved back.
“I have to admit.” Skully lowers himself onto the chair in front of me. “I’m sure going to enjoy this part while we wait for my proof.”
“What part?” Wicked asks, his lip curled. Royce steps forward, his arm on Wicked’s as I feel someone brush against my side.
I flinch, instantly repulsing away from whomever it was but I collide with another. Shaking my head, I whisper, “You fucking touch me and I’ll kill you.”
Someone brings a blade to my clothes and tears off my yoga pants and shirt, until the cold night air wraps around my exposed skin.
Wicked roars forward, but baby-face steps between him and Skully, who is seated in front of me.
“Nope.” Skully shakes his fingers. “If you do that again—” Skully stands, turning toward me and I try to pacify my breathing. My chest rises and falls as I choke on the oxygen that refuses to let up inside of me.
He swings his hand back before it collides with my cheek and a loud crack.
Wicked launches forward again as someone to my left cuts my panties off, and another hit flies across my face. “Keep going, Wicked, and I’ll be releasing a corpse to you.”
My eyes find his and everyone else dissolves around me. All that exists is him and I and the monsters that live inside of both of us. I take in deep breaths, holding back the tears that threaten to roll down my cheeks. White noise pierces my ears as I feel hands run up my inner thigh while another grabs at my breast. I hold his stare. He tugs at his hair, the veins in his neck popping as he screams so loudly I don’t hear him.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, knowing he can read my lips. “It’s okay.” I nod. “I love you.” Then I squeeze my eyes closed. Someone steps up from behind me, forcing my legs wide open as another pair of hands finds my pussy. Evil penetrates every exposed area of my skin, and no matter how much I fight against it, I submit. Submit to the shame, the agony, and the heartbreak.
The man behind me rubs the tip of his cock against the crack of my ass, as the other beside me digs his fingers inside of me. I feel the hard edges of a gun run over my jaw, just as he forces hiscock into the entrance of my ass. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming as I feel the tissue around my ass tear apart. Tears roll down my cheeks, but I won’t scream. I won’t breathe out anything that will give them the satisfaction. My knees give way as he gains momentum, forcing his way through as dampness slides down the backs of my thighs. The hard edges of the gun are being forced into my mouth and I open wide, losing track inside my own mind. I let memories of Wicked and me lead me down the road of survival. I don’t know how many minutes pass.
“It’s true!” someone says in the background, but my mind has turned to TV static, the kind that doesn’t know which way it wants to go. “She’s a match.”
I don’t know if they’ve stopped touching me, because it doesn’t matter. I can still feel them on my skin. In my mind. Against my soul.
