Page 78 of Trick or Treat

Blade's words break through the haze of sensation, his voice dripping with longing.

"I want to fuck you again," he pleads, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and lust.

Unable to resist his plea, I nod, my own desire urging me forward. But just as Blade's intentions become clear, Saint's voice interrupts with a question filled with hope.

"Me too? Like old times?" he asks, his eyes searching mine for a hint of affirmation. A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I meet his gaze.

"Of course," I smile, excitement lacing my voice. "Just like old times."

With that, the air crackles with anticipation as the three of us give in to our most primal desires, creating a memory that will linger long after this moment fades into the realm of the past.

Instead of our usual rough fucking, they take their time, kissing every part of my body as I stare up at them. I can feel the pills doing their damage to my insides, but I keep quiet, savoring the pleasure for the last time. I'm lifted onto Saint's cock and pushed down by Blade. He watches as I ride him, dragging my nails down his chest until I draw blood. Blade gets behind me, rubbing his hand over the curve of my ass before he slips it between and plunges his fingers inside me. My body jerks and my pussy clamps around Saint's cock, but I keep bouncing up and down, even as Blade slams into me.

The pain serves as a reminder that I'm still here—the pills haven't killed me yet.

"Fuck, sinner. This is fucking heaven…" Blade nips at my earlobe as he fucks me hard and wild from behind.

I shiver, still riding Saint, staring into his hazy eyes as he tries to hold on a little longer.

Knowing they're both dying, they fuck me like it too. With deep, brutal thrusts they pound their cocks into me, owning my pussy and ass in ways they never have before, and I let them. Feeling my climax building, I cling to them, gripping Saint's waist as I lean back against Blade, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Feeling their cum begin to pour into me in hot spurts, I allow myself to let go, soaking Saint's cock one last time as my body shudders violently.

"I love you… both of you," I admit,sticky and sweaty, collapsing on the bed beside Saint as Blade drops next to me.

"So this is it, huh?" Saint rubs his eyes, feeling the drugs rushing through his body as he sinks onto the bed.

"Yeah... I had to end it and I heard you were going to kill me, so I wanted to beat you to it." They both look at me, slowly succumbing to the drugs overloading their system.

"I can't even be mad at you," Blade says, trying to smile.

"Yeah, but Riley drugged me too." They look at me in shock, not comprehending what I just said.

"What are you talking about?" Saint asks, his breathing labored. "I'm dying too..."

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I look at Saint's fading form. The weight of my actions weighs heavily on me, but there was no other way. I had to protect myself, even if it meant resorting to this extreme measure.

"I'm sorry, Saint," I whisper, my voice filled with remorse. "I couldn't let you go through with your plan. It was kill or be killed."

Blade, still struggling to process the situation, reaches out to me weakly. "Scar... why? Why did you have to drug us? We could have found another way."

Tears well up in my eyes as I realize the pain and confusion I've caused them. "I wish there was another way, Blade. But I knew there wasn't. It was the only way to ensure our safety. I had to protect myself, and I had to protect you too."

Saint clutches his chest, his breathing growing shallow. "What beautiful fucking irony, isn't it?"

I feel a lump forming in my throat as his words hit me like a punch to the gut.

"I never wanted it to come to this," I mumble, barely audible. "I was forced into a corner, and I made a choice. A terrible choice."

Blade's eyes, clouded with the effects of the drugs, fill with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "Sinner, we understand. Survival can drive people to do unimaginable things."

As the drugs continue to overpower our bodies, I watch helplessly as our strength fades away, their once vibrant energy reduced to mere shadows. My heart aches at the sight, knowing that our bond will never be the same again.

But amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope flickers within me. Maybe, just maybe, there would be a chance we'd be going to the same place when we die.

Epilogue

Scarlett

Have you ever wondered where you go when you die? Like, is there truly a heaven or even a hell? Or perhaps a whimsical realm filled with endless sunshine, fluffy clouds, vibrant blue skies, and butterflies, and possibly some random dude playing piano in the background?