Page 56 of Trick or Treat

“Red, step the fuck away from her,” I order him, knowing he’ll listen to whatever I tell him.

He moves, and I take my place again, holding her hips with a tight grip. I press my lips against her neck, covering the cut in her skin. I suck her skin between my teeth and slurp the blood oozing from the cut, causing her to squirm in my grasp. She moans, fighting it, but the more she screams, the harder I suck until the blood drains from the tiny wound. I lick my lips as I pull away, staring at her. I can feel myself losing it—losing myself in her.

“You and White sit up front. White, you drive, and Sil and I will take the back with the mouthy little sinner here.” I watch her chest heave as she breathes a sigh of relief, but deep down, she fucking shouldn’t be.I didn’t save her… and I’m not saving her even if she thinks that’s what’s happening.

When we are all in the car and Scarlett is wedged between Sil and me, we both clutch her thighs and spread her legs open, wishing we were already between them.Soon enough, as soon as we get back, we’re fucking ruining her.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks quietly, trying not to be heard by White or Red, who she believes are the two evil ones among the four of us.She couldn’t have it more twisted, though.

"We're taking you back to where it all started, trouble…" Saint explains, his gaze never leaving the road ahead of us. I watch her swallow hard, her nails digging deep into the smooth skin on her palms.

"I'll do whatever you want; just don't kill me.Please," she begs, fighting back tears.

Saint speaks up before I can respond, finally turning his head to meet her gaze. "That's cute that you think you're in a fucking position to negotiate with us." He slides his hand up her thigh, easing his fingers into her pussy before she realizes what he’s doing.

I notice the look in his eye, and I can tell that he isn't all there either.Our minds are feeling the absence of our meds, and we're about to fucking lose them.We both rip her thighs open and hold them that way as she tries to clench them shut. Red turns around, pointing his phone at us in the backseat, recording the whole thing.

"You know, so I can watch this shit later." As Saint drives his fingers into Scarlett's pussy, Red smirks and keeps the phone aimed directly at him.

I can see desire clouding her eyes, as much as she wants to hate it. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and leans back against the headrest, her legs spread and her hands relaxed beside her, allowing my brother to torture her pussy with his fingers. As I watch the show, I twist in my seat and lean against the window, palming my cock over my pants.

Saint

Back at the cemetery, Scarlett is much more relaxed by the time we pull up to the Mausoleum and get her out than she was when we forced her in.

Probably due to the orgasm I just gave her.She comes to a halt at the door as White and Red enter, causing Black to slam into her from behind.

"Move your ass, trouble. It's time to go inside. We're going to have a little fun." Black gives her a gentle shove, launching her into my arms.

Her body trembles uncontrollably as I drag her inside, stepping over random human bones along the way. Panic fills her eyes, and each shallow breath she takes causes her chest to heave deeply. Her gaze is drawn to the blood stains on the walls and floors, and she pales even more, her knees weakening as she walks. She stumbles and falls into my arms, forcing me to carry her over my shoulder for the remainder of the walk. I can feel her body shaking tremendously against mine as we get closer to the table she was on before. But we're not going there right now.

"Please don't do this…" She sobs as she watches Red and White enter the small room off to the side. I cup her ass cheek and squeeze it reassuringly, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

"Calm down, trouble. We're not going to hurt you. We're gonna make you feel good. You'll see." Taking her into the room, I place her on the bed, and the four of us huddle around it, staring down at her.

Whitereaches into his pocket and pulls out two small pills, grinning as he sits beside Scarlett on the bed. "Open up for me," he orders; his tone isn't one to be challenged.

"What are those?" She purses her lips, hugging her knees to her chest, her body trembling in terror. Dried blood stains her body, making my cock hard as I sweep my gaze across it.

"What you've been taking all year. Now open your fucking mouth, or I'll open it for you." He smirks at first, then bores his murderous gaze into her, causing her mouth to slowly open without resistance.

Good fucking girl.I sigh and cross my arms, growing impatient. He places the pills on her tongue and closes her jaw, forcing her to swallow without drinking. We watch as he rubs her throat as she swallows them, making the moment far more intimate than it should have been.This shit is becoming more difficult than I anticipated... will I be able to kill her?

Her body stops shaking as the pills take effect, and her horror-filled eyes turn dark and wild with lust. She relaxes her knees and leans back against the pillow, finally breathing deeply. I lock eyes with Black, and he nods, signalingit's time. I remove my mask and place it on a small table near the door, watching her eyes flutter as she notices my face. The guys gradually follow suit, revealing their faces to her as well.

She fucking laughs as she scoots up toward the rusty metal headboard, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she reaches for a cigarette from Blade's pack beside her.He flicks his zippo and lights it for her, their eyes locking and the moment becoming even more intimate before she snaps her gaze back to the rest of us, scrunching her nose.

"I fuckingknewit was you guys. I was suspicious of you." She shakes her head and stares at Riley as she recalls the night of torture she endured at his hands.

"We had a good time, and you fucking know it," he laughs, removing his clothes to get comfortable.

"Youhad fun. I was scared shitless." She does her best to avoid my and Blade's gaze, but when I pull my shirt over my head and walk up to her, her eyes widen and lock onto my bare chest.

"Fight it all you fucking want, Scarlett.Thisis your fate. It has been for a fucking year now."

I unbutton my pants and slide them down, watching her eyes follow my every move.

"Andwhyis it my fate?" she asks, her voice much lower now.