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“Besides, you are going to be our sacrificial virgin for the party.” Fynn is the one that blurts this out.
I look at Oakley to see him rolling his eyes, and then he watches Catalina’s expression, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What does it entail?”
“Well, Kitty Cat, we know you aren’t an actual virgin, but you are our virgin. Our cocks have not been inside that cunt of yours...yet.”
“Yeah, so...”
“So...you will be our sacrifice for the Toga party. We always have one, and this year, it’s you.” Oakley gives her a cheesy smile.
“What do I have to do?” Her voice is soft, almost like she already knows, deep down, what will be said.
I lick my lips and glance at Oak and Fynn, “Well, Lovely Lina, your job will be to remain where we place you while we officially make you ours.”
Itell our lovely Saintthat we are going to fuck her, and she runs away. There is no arguing, insults, or backlash; she just turns and runs. I never locked the door behind us when we came up earlier or after Doc Halsey left, so there is no slowing her down.
It’s late, and I’m not keen on having her walk back on her own, especially in the state that she’s in, “Fynn, come with me. I want to make sure she gets home safely.”
“What the fuck do I look like, her damn bodyguard?” he asks, smirking.
“Really? You signed the contract, didn’t you? That should answer your fucking question.” I growl at my friend.
“Oh shit, my bad,” he snickers, “It will take a while to get used to this. I’m not used to saving damsels in distress.”
“Lina is no damsel in distress; I’m sure she would fuck up whoever it is that is threatening her father, but we’ve fucked with her head, and I can guarantee that it’s all she’s thinking about on her walk home.” I tell him, “Anyone will be able to walk up to her, as distracted as she is.”
“Okay, I get it; let’s go before she gets too far ahead.” Fynn is already heading for the door.
“Call me if you need any assistance. I’m going to clean all this shit up.” Oakley glances around his room.
“Will do,” I follow Fynn out the door, then jog to catch up to him.
We keep a safe distance behind our Saint, but I don’t think she’d ever notice us even if we were right behind her. It’s as I said, she’s distracted. She seems to be talking to herself the whole walk back if all the curses leaving her mouth are any indication. Fynn and I glance at each other and smirk. We did this to her; she’s all flustered because of us.
When I see movement in my peripheral view. I grab my friend’s arm and stop him from moving forward. I nod at an area across the street just before we duck down. We watch as the hooded figure lurks in the shadows and then crosses the road, heading toward our girl.
Whoever it is, they’re big, and I doubt our Saint would have any chance of defending herself against them. I decide to start moving again, and Fynn is beside me instantly. The stranger follows my Lovely Lina a few meters and then looks at their surroundings. Unable to duck in time, the person starts to flee as soon as they spot us.
“Keep following our girl!” I order Fynn in a loud whisper as I take off after the stranger.
I follow them through some bushes and then down multiple alleys. I lose sight of them a few times, but I find them again and again. I don’t want to lose them, but they seem to know this part of the neighborhood better than I do, and after ten fucking minutes of chasing the motherfucker, I lose them. I kick a tall garbage bin, cursing.
I take the quickest route back to the Frat house and meet Fynn just outside. He’s by his motorcycle, bent down, looking at something. A stream of curses comes from his mouth, sounding like I did just a bit ago.
“Hey, what’s up?” I come up behind him.
“Some asshole fucked with my bike!” He barks out.
I examine his Harley, and my eyes bulge. They flattened his tires with sharp pieces of metal, which still stick out of one tire, gouged out his seat, and carved words into the gas tank.
‘I warned them all, and now, it’s time to play!’
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I ask Fynn, who stands beside his bike, seething angrily.
“It’s the motherfucker my father was trying to warn me about and who is threatening Little Saint! Maybe if you stop being a pussy and go talk to your dad, you may be able to find something out!”
“Whoa, buddy, don’t be taking your anger out on me, bro!” I glare at my friend.
He sighs, “Sorry, but I’m serious. Go see what your dad wants. Maybe he can shed more light on this because Oak’s dad hasn’t said shit, even though I’m pretty sure he’s received the same threat.”
