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Suddenly, a body lingers over me, and I see Malik. Wicked, dark, and so, so commanding.
"Shut up, Vera. Save yourself some pain, because we won’t be showing you any mercy." His face is blank and emotionless as he shuts the trunk, submerging me in complete darkness.
My eyes water with unshed sobs, but I swallow them back. My jaw feels like it’s going to crack as I open my mouth as wide as I can and let out the most bellowing, screeching cry I’ve ever made.
"Help!" The words rip from my throat with such brutality my ears pop.
20
MALIK
"What's the plan?" Atticus asks, his eyes glowing with anticipation in the dark car.
I run my tongue along my teeth. "I was thinking the cemetery."
They're silent, surprise rolling through them as they come to terms with my plan. We usually have a theme of how we do our pranks. We start out easy, well, nevertooeasy, but nothing that will kill them on the first go. Every prank becomes more intense each time.
The cemetery… it'sintense.
There are voices and noises. You feel things that aren't there, you sense a presence that you don't want to be surrounded by. This cemetery, this isn't one where we put our loved ones when they die. This cemetery is centuries old and filled with broken, decrepit headstones that are so faded you can barely tell who is who. Spiderwebs and vines and unmaintained hedges overgrow the abandoned lot that lays smack-dab in the middle of the forest. You would never know it's there if you didn't know about it. It's about the size of a smaller home in diameter, with great big stones as tall as a child, chipped on the corners and weathered from the elements.
Behind the gravestones sits a mausoleum, which is where my mind has drifted toward tonight. I want her to be so scared she runs from this place, her feet refusing to stop until she wears her shoes down to nothing and blood runs from her bare feet.
People have gone missing in that cemetery. Some have gone mentally insane and had to be transferred to the hospital in the town over.
It was an easy decision to bring her to the cemetery. My stepsister is anything but innocent, and it was as simple as her showing me her dirty cunt for me to decide on my plan.
We drive around for a while, Vera's screams drowned out by the heavy metal music blaring through the speakers.
Eventually, I take the narrow turn that leads straight to the cemetery. Driving down the non-existent path, you'd never be able to tell there is even a road here, or any kind of indication of where it leads. It's hidden in between the trees, and the unpaved, gravel road makes it seem like more of a walkway than anything.
I turn down the music, only slightly. Vera's whimpers are terror-filled in the trunk, and it sounds like she's knocking around from one end to the other.
I chuckle.
I turn my brights on, and the cemetery lights up. Pressing lightly on my brakes, I switch off the stereo as everything goes silent.
We sit there a moment, and Felix shifts in his seat. "I fucking hate this place."
"Who doesn't? This shit needs to be onGhost Adventuresor something," Levi grumbles.
I shake my head. "I don't think anyone would willingly come to this place."
"Is somebody there? I've been fucking kidnapped by sadistic barbarians! Please, someone help me!" Vera screeches, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. The attitude in her tone doesn’t go unnoticed either. The guys look at me because of her gall, and I smirk. Her words only reaffirm my decision.
The car starts rocking, and the sound of her kicking her feet against the door of the trunk makes my blood boil.
I open the door, my feet sinking into the wet ground as I walk around to the trunk. My finger presses on the release and the trunk glides open just as Vera's about to kick again. I grab her sock-covered ankle, just above her combat boots. They aren’t socks like the other girls wear at school. No, these socks are for naughty girls who like to do naughty things.
And Vera has been nothing but naughty. Her creamy thighs rub together, not a hint of hair on them. The creamy skin looks like butter against my angry hand, pulsing and tensing with my veins ticking along my forearms.
I move out of her way, her legs writhing in an attempt to hit any body part it can connect with. I squeeze her ankle, hating that she affects me in any way. Even the sight of her pisses me off. How I can’t make up my mind on whether I want to fuck her until she breaks, or spit in her face for stepping foot in my town. I can’t decide.
"Quit fucking fighting," I growl, pulling her leg until she starts sliding from the trunk. Her skirt rides up, revealing her bare pussy and ass for everyone to see. When I hear the doors open and the guys step out of the car, I reach up and yank her skirt down, concealing her so the guys can't see.
Why? Why, Malik? Let them see. Let them have her.
I shake my head, disgusted with my indecision. It shouldn’t be this hard to let her go, yet even the thought makes me feel like my bones are breaking.
