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“Let me go,” Gideon growls.
“Once a Swan, always a Swan,” Baron says. “You can’t leave.”
“This shit’s forlife,bro,” Duke sings out.
“You can’t make me fuck someone,” Gideon says.
I know very well that they can, and they will. I feel sorry for the kid. He’s almost as naïve as his big brother.
“You really want to tell me what I can’t do?” Baron asks, his voice edged with danger.
No no no, don’t make me do it…
“Get your fucking hands off me,” Gideon roars, and I wonder what they’re doing to him, but nothing short of the Dolces themselves could make me look. I’ve seen enough of their cruelty to last several lifetimes, and whatever it is, I don’t want to know.
“Dude, chill,” Duke says. “You’re not Colt. You’re our boy. We just want you to have a little fun with us. Everybody fucks tonight. Even Cotton got it up for Glory Hole.”
“Good for him,” Gideon grunts out.
“So here’s what’s going to happen,” Baron says. “Either you fuck or get fucked. Your choice.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we find a broom,” Duke says, giggling drunkenly. “I’ll start looking while you think about it.”
“Just do it, man,” DeShaun says. “What’s the hangup?”
“Little bro’s shy,” Cotton says. “What’s the problem? You worried about us seeing your dick?”
“No,” Gideon says. “But I’m not fucking Gloria like that. Do what you have to do.”
“It’s not Gloria, it’s Glory Hole,” Baron says. “That’s her purpose in life now.”
“And come on, did you not hear the options?” Duke says. “You’d rather get a broom up the ass than fuck a hot pussy? Are you fucking gay?”
“Is that the problem?” DeShaun asks. “Because, like, that’s cool if that’s your thing, but you really shouldn’t be part of this if you are. We don’t do gay shit.”
“Yeah, you should have told us,” Cotton says. “I had my dick out when you got here. We’ve all undressed in the locker room in front of you.”
“I’m not gay,” Gideon snaps. “But you might ask the guy trying to fuck me. And if it’s a choice between being raped orbeing a rapist, I think I could live with the first, and I know I couldn’t live with the latter.”
I squeeze my eyes closed and curse the stupid kid for having a moral compass. It’s not going to do him any good, and it’s going to fuck me over twice as hard.
“It’s not rape,” Baron says. “It’s a Glory Hole. She climbed in my car to come here knowing her purpose. She could get up and walk out if the wanted. She’s not tied up. She’s not screaming or fighting. She’s eagerly waiting for you to make your deposit.”
“And I’m not going to fuck you, little gay boy,” Duke says. “So hurry up and get your dick wet before Mommy gets here.”
“I told you—”
“I’m out of patience,” Baron snaps, and I hear a click, and a sharp intake of breath. “Do it, or I shoot.”
“Whoa, what the fuck?” Gideon yells. “You brought a gun to school? Are you insane?”
Panic slams into me, and I start to rise, but Baron’s suddenly right beside me, slamming me back down on the counter with one hand. He presses the gun to the side of my head.
“I didn’t bring it to school,” he says. “I brought it to a meeting. Now fuck her, or this gun does.”
I remember them bragging about doing that to Mabel, some sick game of Russian Roulette, and I can tell he’s using the same gun, an old-fashioned revolver, tiny and sleek, the kind my mother’s garden club friends carry in their purses. But I know that unlike them, Baron won’t hesitate to use it. He’s done with me, and done with the situation, and he might do it just to prove to Gideon that he always wins, like he did to his brother earlier.
