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I turn around and shove my hands against the door's metal bar, pushing it open and allowing the cold air to slap me across the face, waking me up from my drugged stupor. Once my feet hit the ground, I run as fast as my legs will allow, and I don’t bother looking back to see how close they are... but I know they’re not far behind me.

nineteen

Double Fucked

Scarlett

Running through the dark streets of Salem, my chest hurts with each breath I take, and the taste of blood from Red nicking the back of my throat with the tip of his knife is still very strong on the back of my tongue. I shudder thinking about it as I flee for my life, knowing that four crazed, masked men are pursuing me and that I have little chance of escaping them.

I can't get the scene from my apartment out of my head. The blood everywhere, the dead bodies strewn about...But where was Melanie? I didn't see her anywhere.My thighs ache horribly, and running only makes the pain worse, but I know I cannot stop.

Trying to stay in the light rather than the dark, I stay on the sidewalks, hoping to run into someone who can assist me.For it being Halloween, there's no one fucking out! I'm double fucked. Luck is definitely not on my side tonight.Fear threatens to paralyze me and bring me to my knees, but it also drives me to persevere.

I can't let them kill me, and I know that's what they're going to do. I know too much. I've seen too much. There's no way in hell they're going to let me live after this.

When I see the Walmart, hope fills my heart, and I force my legs to carry me faster toward the illuminated store.Thank God!Turning around, there’s no one in sight, but I don’t dare to stop or slow down in case theyemerge from the shadows.They always seem to be one step ahead of me. Not this time.

As I get closer to the store, I allow a smile to break through the frown on my face, but it’s fleeting. Before I can reach the doors and escape, a strong arm from behind wraps around my waist and violently pulls me backward, right into the arms of one of the masked men.Blade. I can smell him.His hand clamps over my mouth, preventing me from screaming, and he drags me into the dark alley beside the store, bringing me right up to the other three monsters who are waiting for me.

"I told you we'd catch you," he says, pride filling his voice as he licks the shell of my ear, making me shiver uncontrollably.

I thrash in his embrace—one that used to make me feel so welcoming—now trying to get as far away from him as possible. He shoves me away, and I fall to the ground, my knees scraping against the pavement.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask, tears streaming down my cheeks as I keep my gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look at them.

"Whatever the fuck we want," Silver says, pulling me to my feet by my hair.

"Remember, Blade told you that you were now ours, so anything goes, whether you like it or not, trouble.You're fucking ours."

"You guys are fucking insane!" I scream, hoping that someone will hear me. But they don't. Instead,

Red sweeps his hand across my face, drawing blood from the corner of my lip, clearly wanting me to stop talking. "Watch your fucking mouth. You never know who you're going to insult with your words, brat."

I look up, stunned.No one has ever hit me before.When I look up, I see Nixon, and I realize he tried to warn me about this.He warned me about how insane they were, how obsessed they were... and I didn't even think twice. Was he trying to save me?I clear the confusion from my head and turn to face the four of them, wondering what next cruel scheme they have in store for me.

"Now, we have to get going, sinner. Do I have to fucking knock your ass out and carry you? Or are you going to be a good little girl and walk with us on your own?"

I scoff under my breath at his ridiculous choices, but I know I have to choose one of them.Shit, I'd rather not be knocked out...

"Don't touch me... I'll walk on my own," I bite back, trying to keep as far away from him and the rest of them as possible as we begin walking again—to where I’m not sure.And to think, I just gave this asshole my virginity. I guess I have bad judgment, huh?

Blade

Scarlett says nothing on our walk to the car, but I wasn’t expecting her to. She is fucking terrified; I can see it in her eyes, but this is what we fucking do. We’re not nice guys, and we never fucking claimed to be. We’re evil. We’re murderers. We torture people. And best of all, we fucking love it.

When we arrive at Saint's car, he pops the truck, and Scarlett's eyes widen, knowing exactly where she will be sitting on the way to the cemetery. I smirk at her while still wearing my mask and take a few steps towards her, which causes her to back up to the car, where she’s caged. Her big brown eyes flicker with fear as she shifts her gaze betweenthe four of us, silently pleading with us not to put her in the fucking trunk. Too bad, though.

“Get the fuck in,” Red growls at her, still pissed from when she kicked him in the balls.

She refuses to listen and shakes her head no, which irritates him even more. He pulls out his knife and charges at her, pushing me aside and taking my place against her body... which is mine. I stand back and watch as his knife presses against her throat, digging into her smooth, tanned flesh that I want to sink my fucking teeth into again.

“Don’t make me fucking cut you, mouse. Now get in the fucking trunk for the ride.”

She looks at me for some reason, her gaze softening as she begs me for assistance with just a glance.Shit, why can’t I resist that look? Should I fucking help her ass out?

“I’m not getting in the fucking trunk. Kill me right here if you want." She crosses her arms over her chest and cranes her neck, causing the blade to dig deeper into her skin and cut her.

Trying not to show her fear in front of us, she keeps her face frozen, but I can still see the horror and torment clouding her beautiful eyes.