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“Please,” I gasp out. “Baron, please. Don’t kill me.”
“Move again, and I’ll empty all five bullets into you and leave you to bleed out on the desk,” he says. “I’ll make sure to put them in places that make it especially slow and painful.”
Tears of panic prick at my eyes, but I lie perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe, as he steps back around the curtain to where the others are waiting.
“I’ve got five bullets,” Baron says. “Not the best odds. Should I take one more bullet out?”
“Please,” I sob. “That’s not fair! I’ll do it. Just let me up. I’ll fuck whoever you want.”
“We already know you’re a whore who would climb on Gideon’s dick like a monkey if I let you,” Baron says. “This isn’t your test. It’s his.”
“That pussy’s about to get something in it,” Duke crows. “A dick or a bullet.”
“Gideon,” I scream, my hands clamping around the edges of the desk. “Just fucking do it!”
“See, she wants your dick,” DeShaun says, and I hear the fear in his voice. They all know what Baron’s capable of. “Do it, man!”
“Give her a good dicking, and you’ll be done,” Cotton pleads.
“Fuck all of you,” Gideon snarls.
There’s a charged beat of silence, and then a harsh click.
My heart stops, and I think I’m going to piss myself. He used the empty spot in the chamber. The one empty spot.
Then everyone’s yelling, and I hear someone crash into a table, and I want to get up, but I don’t dare. I don’t know where Baron is, if he’s still holding the gun on me. For a second, I think maybe he did shoot me, and I’m in shock and haven’t felt it. Why else would Gideon be bellowing like that?
But the shot would have been louder if a bullet was discharged, even if it didn’t hit me. I got lucky. I know Ishould be grateful, but I don’t feel lucky. I feel doomed. That was my one chance. There are five bullets left for me, and that idiot is still fighting. At any moment, Baron’s going to run out of patience and shoot again, without warning, to break up the scuffle.
While my head is still clear enough, I close my eyes and say a prayer. That Gideon will realize he has no more choice than the rest of us and just do it. That if he doesn’t, someone will have mercy and shoot my head instead of letting me bleed out slowly like Baron said. That somehow I’ll be forgiven for all the unforgiveable things I’ve done. That I’ll see Dawson again soon, in a better place. That the loss won’t hurt Mom as much as losing Dawson.
I hear the chamber spinning again, and I’m yanked back to reality.
“Do it, you idiot,” I scream, pushing up from the desk.
“Shut up,” Baron snaps, wrenching the curtain away. He slams me down on the desk and pushes the muzzle of the gun against my temple. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m sick of your crying. Both of you. You’ve got ten seconds to get your dick in her, or I put a bullet in her. Your choice.”
“Please, Gideon, just do it already!” I sob. “He’s not joking. Just fuck me. I don’t care. You have to help me!”
“Look at her begging for dick like a good little whore,” Duke says, swaying on his feet as he stands watching, a beer in one hand and a glassy look in his eyes.
The other two wrestle Gideon over, his pants around his ankles.
“Five seconds,” Baron says, looking down at his watch.
“Please,” I whimper. “Baron, don’t do this. It’s murder. In a school. If anyone finds out—”
“Shut up,” he growls, jabbing me with the gun. It feels so small against my temple, but the cold bite of steel reminds meit only takes one bullet. I squeeze my eyes closed as I feel skin against my skin.
Duke is behind me, giggling, and Gideon is swearing he’s going to kill them, and demanding they let him go, get their hands off him.
“Don’t touch my dick, you fucking—”
And then he’s inside me, half hard, and Duke’s laughing and shoving Gideon’s hips forward, fucking him into me, and the others are laughing and slapping Gideon’s back. Baron takes the gun away, and relief washes through me so intensely my whole body starts shaking, sobs wracking every inch of me, ugly and uncontrollable.
They keep wrestling Gideon against me for a few minutes before they get bored of it. Duke gets another beer and starts dancing around, celebrating his triumph. The other two let Gideon go, and he pulls up his pants, still cursing their names. I don’t move. I’m glad they’re paying attention to someone else. Baron would never let me get away with losing my shit like that if I were still queen.
I know he’s noticed, even if the others haven’t, but he doesn’t mention it this time. He probably likes that he got under my skin, made me come alive instead of lying lifeless the whole time. He’ll revel in his triumph, knowing he scared me enough to lose my cool. He’ll like that I’m an ugly mess, that he succeeded in humiliating me after all.
