Page 67 of Trick or Treat
"Good girl. Now how does it feel in your hand?"
I can hear Blade's voice now—a lot smoother than Saint's, much more calming. Focusing on the knife, I swipe thetip of my finger along the length of the edge, testing it's sharpness. I don't know what's happening to me...
"It feels… great—satisfying, actually." I can hear myself admit, but I still don't look up. I can't bear to see my best friend in the condition she's in, knowing there's nothing I can do to save her.
"He's talking about the handle; how does the grip feel, silly girl?" Nixon laughs, crouching down with his hand rubbing my back.
Moving my hand to the handle, I close my fingers around it, feeling pleasure rush through me rapidly as Blade inches even closer. Power surges through my veins as I hold it, feeling like I've never felt before, mixing with the pleasure and making me feel on top of the world.
"Amazing…"
Maybe it's the meds. Maybe it's the lack of meds. Maybe it's the feeling of holding a knife in my hand...or maybe it's knowing I'm about to kill someone. I don't know. My mind is all fucked up. I don't know what's real and what's fake anymore.
Right and wrong have no meaning after the things that I've been through this past year.
"Good, you're ready for this, Scarlett," Blade says calmly, as if coaching me, pulling my mind from the trance the knife has sucked me into. "Stand up now, sinner."
On command, I stand up, feeling lost in a trance-like state, but nothing about this feels wrong to me... even though it fucking is.
Gripping the knife in my hand, I turn to face him, smiling for reasons which I don't understand. He pulls me into him roughly, grabbing me by my throat, and slamming his lips on mine the second I part them. Hearing the guys growl hungrily as they watch turns me on, making me only intensify the kiss.
What is happening to me? Ourtongues fuse instantly, colliding fiercely as everyone watches, inching closer to Melanie as she thrashes around on the cold, wet grass.
"MHMMM!! AGGGRHHH!!" Her muffled, terrified screams fall on deaf ears as I get swept away in Blade's kiss, too busy enjoying the way his tongue feels as it curls around mine.
"You've never been hotter than you are tonight, brat."
Pulling away, Blade covers my hand with his, making sure mine is holding the knife tightly as he lowers me to the ground in front of Melanie. As I look up, my gaze heavily foggy, I see Nixon, Riley, and Saint all crouching down, their knives drawn, masks on, and they're all watching me… waiting for me.
"Everything comes down to this moment, Scarlett…" Riley tells me, but I don't focus on his face.
"You can do this, Scarlett. Make us proud," I hear Saint whisper, his voice smooth like silk, as smooth as I've ever heard it.
Looking down at Melanie, I try to picture someone else—anyone else—gliding the knife point down the center of her body.
Blade starts touching me, getting me excited as I watch Melanie tremble as goosebumps cover her bloody flesh, the knife still torturing her body. He starts kissing the back of my neck, holding onto my hips as he stays kneeling behind me, sending all kinds of feelings of desire, lust, confusion, excitement, and more rushing through me.
"Come on, baby… use that knife for me," he says, sinking his teeth into the nape of my neck, making me shiver as he carelessly rips off my underwear like it's nothing. Right now, for him, I'll do anything...and I don't know why that is...
The cool air kisses my pussy, making a hard shudder rock my body, and as calm as can be, I raise the knife, blackness filling my eyes as I stare down at Melanie. The second Blade bites harder, I plunge the knife into her stomach, watching as she convulses instantly and blood spurts from the gash.
"AHHHH!"
"Yes...Good fucking girl, sinner," he says proudly, kissing my skin even harder as his fingers find my dripping pussy.
He drills his fingers into me without warning, ruthlessly pumping them deeply in and out of my pussy for everyone to watch, rewarding me for what I just did. Unknowingly, I smear her blood around as he fingers me, dragging the edge of the blade along her flesh, still cutting her open.
"Yes, Scarlett... yes, baby," Saint cheers, giving me a grin and a nod of approval.
This is just a dream... right?
"Keep going, baby... keep fucking going until she's dead... but this time, go for her fucking throat." Licking the side of my neck as he pounds three thick fingers into my pussy, Blade tells me what to do, and I find myself listening to him like he's my master or something.
"Okay... okay."
Stabbing her over and over again, my mind goes completely blank and not a single emotion runs through me. I don't even realize what I'm doing. All I know is Blade's fingers are inside me, I'm stabbing my best friend over and over while Saint, Nixon and Riley cheer me on, and I'm acting like nothing is even happening.
But it feels so good—so liberating…