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“What—”
“Open yourfucking mouth, Bailey. And stick out your tongue.”
My breath stutters in my throat, heart hammering against my ribs as my fingertips tingle. I don’t understand what he wants, or what he’s going to do, but I still hesitate before doing what he’d said, mouth opening.
“I said stick out your tongue,” he adds, too-sweetly to be genuine. “Or did you not hear me?”
It’s terrifying when he’s this hot. And the sheer amount of absolute sureness in his voice makes me open my mouth wider so I can stick out my tongue.
“Good girl,” he praises softly, so softly, and leans in closer just as Rory’s hand on my jaw tightens and Phoenix, honest to God,spitsin my mouth. I move, or try to, and nearly spit out the mess of my cum and both of their saliva right back out before Rory’s hand moves to keep my mouth shut, still not letting me move.
“Swallow it,” the serial killer hisses in my ear. “Swallow it, Bailey, right now. Come on, don’t you want to be thegood girlhe just called you?”
But I still whimper, my throat locked, unwilling to swallow.
“Swallow it or you’ll be on your knees in the cold leaves with my cock down your throat,” Rory threatens in a soft, velvety purr. “Your fucking choice.”
I swallow with a shudder, eyes never leaving Phoenix’s. A second later, Rory moves his hand, though not enough for me to pull away from the two of them.
“Good girl,” Phoenix murmurs again, pressing closer. “Even if it was too difficult to make you do it. But that’s okay, huh?” He skims a finger up my face, thumb stroking under my eye. “We’ll just have to practice until you do it when I tell you for the first time.”
“No—”
“Shhh.” He barely seems to notice that Rory’s fingers have slipped into me, or that he’s teasingly, lightly, fucking me with them. “We’re not done yet.” He cups my jaw, smiling so, so kindly. “They’ll all die anyway, Bailey. They all deserve it. So what’s the harm? Just tell me a name. I’ve eventoldyou what to say. I just want to hear you say it.”
But I shake my head, gasping when Rory’s fingers sink deeper into me.
“Give me a name, Bailey,” Phoenix all but hums, barely reacting when Rory pulls his fingers free and swipes them across my cheeks.
“Ican’t,” I gasp, feeling pliant and willing when Rory pulls me in for a kiss while Phoenix watches.
“Just one,” he murmurs, pulling away. “Just sayAva.He wants to take care of her next, anyway. You’ll barely be doing anything wrong.”
“Ican’t,” I beg, my eyes falling onto Phoenix’s.
“Yes, you can.” He sounds way too sure of that. Way too calm as he pulls me in for a kiss of his own, Rory trailing his mouth down my shoulder. Phoenix nips my lower lip, and I want to cry at how their mouths on my skin make me feel. “Just say—”
“Jayden,” I gasp, locking gazes with him, my own eyes impossibly wide as my mouth betrays me. “I want you to kill Jayden next.”
Chapter19
We can’t walk back with you. The statement from Phoenix had been pretty obvious, and a conclusion I’d come to before he’d even said it. But he’d helped me put my clothes back on and brushed off the dirt and leaves from them with the weirdest look on his face that I couldn’t glance away from.
It almost seemed like…fondness? Like he enjoyed putting me back together after taking me apart. Rory hadn’t helped. Only stood behind me, an arm hooked around my waist intermittently, or a hand in my hair when he’d shift to do something else. Like he, too, wanted to touch me for as long as possible.
I don’t get it.I’d wanted to say that out loud, but I’d barely been able to say anything at all. It’s only now, as I trudge through the trees using my phone as a light, that all the questions and statements bubble up to my lips, begging to be spilled and answered. But now that I’m alone, there’s no one to ask them to.
I follow the directions they’d given me on how to get back, my legs and my brain buzzing with exhaustion. It takes more out of me than it should to find the barn again, and an extra five minutes to trudge around it, bringing my phone up to my ear with the light off once I don’t need it anymore.
Nic’s phone rings once, just as my eyes fall on the flashing lights of the ambulance and the stretcher being wheeled toward it.
Only, there’s no zipped up plastic bag being transported to the local morgue. Instead, the shape on it is uncovered, an oxygen mask over their nose. Two paramedics rush to the ambulance, a third already in it, and I watch as they load Evan inside, with a sick realization in my stomach.
Evan isn’t dead.
And he saw me in that storage room.
“Hello?”The urgency in Nic’s voice makes me think that isn’t the first time she’s tried to get my attention, and my eyes scan the outdoor area outside of the barn.
