Page 24 of Trick or Treat
At 11:34 p.m., Scarlett finally turns off her light. I feel a smile spread across my lips as soon as I realize the significance of the time.It spells hell upside down and backwards.
Every time I smoke a cigarette, I go out onto the balcony to check on her, but all night long, she has been simply lying on her bed. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say she's likely waiting until the wee hours to see if any of us sneak into her room like we have. She waits for us only to watch what kind of suffering we subject her to next.
Initially intended as retaliation for the death of Riley's sister, it has evolved into more of a game—a sick obsession between the four of us—and her. Whether she likes to admit it or not, I know she fucking likes it.
I take a seat in the chair and raise my feet up on the handrail. I let myself be carried away by a vivid memory of one of the nights Blade and I broke into her room a few months ago as I light my cigarette and stare into the gloom of her room.
Flashback, February
Ichose the room with the best view of Scarlett's on purpose, and I just finished unpacking. We have been waiting for a while for an apartment close to hers to become available for rent, and fortunately, one just did. So we took it.
Nixon is throwing a small party tonight, so we’ve been munching on ecstasy pills like skittles to get ready. Blade walks into my room with masks in hand and a sly grin on his face while Nixon and Riley are preoccupied with the female guests they’ve invited. He throws me my mask and nods toward Scarlett's apartment as his dark, wild eyes pierce through mine.
"Ready to have some fun?" he asks, licking his dry lips as the drugs run rampant through his body, turning him into a monster, hungry and desperate, much like myself.
"Ready for... what?" As the E begins to take effect, the lights blind my eyes, coursing through my veins like lava and warming my entire body.
As I follow his gaze and land on Scarlett's window—exactly where I was watching moments earlier—desire overflows my senses.
"What the fuck do you think?" he sneers, adjusting the boner that's already growing between his legs.
"I was born ready. What is it tonight?"
He mulls it over as I pull my sweatshirt over my head and fasten my mask over my face. We go to the window and open it, preparing to climb down the fire escape.
"Let's see how eager she is to get on her knees forus." He grins before he puts his mask on, making my cock twitch at his brilliant idea.
Once we arrive at her window, we see her dozing off in bed while her bedroom is only illuminated by the light from the TV. I take my knife and cut the window screen, ripping it open so we can slide through. By this point, she has probably replaced it numerous times.
Blade and I stand by her bedside and gaze at her, drooling as our eyes travel over her body and land on the enticing, off-limits cunt between her legs. My mouth is already watering, but I smile under my mask as I recall the taste of her blood on my tongue. Blade moves to the other side of her bed while I stay where I am, both wielding our knives, waiting for her to sense our presence and wake up.
She doesn’t wake up even after I gently poke her with my knife while she’s still sleeping, pressing the point against her erect nipples and through her sheer pajama top. Her eyes fling open as I lower my knife and slide it under her top as Blade takes his and glides the spine deftly across her collarbone, leaving goosebumps on her soft, innocent skin. I quickly slice it in half, exposing her bare breasts, which are made even harder when the cool air hits them.
"Ahh!" she screams, and I slap my hand over her mouth, not wanting her to wake up her roommate.
"Shut the fuck up,sinner," Blade says, narrowing his eyes at her as he turns his knife around and presses the sharp edge against her throat. "You're gonna keep that pretty little mouth shut, and you're gonna sit the fuck up for us, aren't you, sinner?"
She slowly sits up with her back pressed against the headboard, nodding her head slowly and flicking her wide-open eyes between our knives. By removing the blanket from her, he reveals her lower body and the fact that she’s only wearing a pair of white underwear.
How appropriate fora virgin.
I move closer to her legs, dipping my head to her pussy. I pull apart her trembling thighs and breathe heavily over her clothed clit, causing it to swell and arouse her even though I’m not touching her.
"You've got a pussy full of sin even though no one's ever been inside of it, don't you, trouble?" My breath on her pussy is as hot as the fires in hell, as I ask, flicking the ball of nerves with the tip of my tongue.
She trembles as Blade moves his knife smoothly over her tits, piercing her skin with the point until blood drips from the wound. Intensely sucking on her tit, he dips his head and keeps his eyes on her while hungrily lapping up the blood. The other one is cut, leaving a mark on both of her supple tits, and her adorable little eyes take on a terrified expression.
I take my hand and rub her pussy roughly with the ball of my palm, getting her to arch her back off the bed slightly, knowing I’m seconds away from ripping her panties off and slamming my cock inside of her. Her eyes are tormented, and I can see how she despises her love for it.
My brother sucks the tiny slices dry, pulling his mouth away from her chest and wiping his lips, leaving behind vicious bite marks that appear to be painful. "Time to get on your fucking knees, sinner."
"For what?" she bites back, pissed off and in pain.
He grabs her hair and drags her toward the edge of the bed, about to throw her onto the floor.
"Fine! I'll go on my own," she yells, but in a whisper, knowing better than to raise her voice so her nosey roommate doesn't come in and ruin everything.
"That's what I fucking thought."