“Please …”
He shoves it in her mouth and then tears off a piece of tape and slaps it over her face. Once I’m happy with her wrists, I move off her and grab both her legs. I secure them with the second rope and then connect the remaining rope, hog-tying her in the middle of her bathroom floor.
I stand and turn to face Cole and Bennett. They are looking down at her phone that they got from her room. “Well?” I ask.
Moment of truth, Becky. Let’s see what’s in store for you tonight.
Cole holds up her phone, and sure enough, he’s found where she had two Facebook apps and one was signed in as Evan Scott. And she sent a message to Seth this morning. I read it out loud.
Evan Scott: I’ll give you one more chance. Either you fuck the bitch, or you’re fucked.
Shane laughs. “The problem with that, Becky, is that we have Seth’s phone. We took if after we were done having fun with him last night.”
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Becky. Good for you for proving me wrong.”
Shane pushes her over onto her side and slides a towel underneath her. She struggles in her restraints and sobs behind the tape over her mouth. Once he’s done and places her back on her stomach, I straddle her upper back, almost sitting on her shoulders so I don’t break her restrained arms. Taking a hand full of her blond hair, I grip it and yank her head back and place her phone in front of her face. “You want to be a shark, baby?” She sobs while her body shakes uncontrollably. I lean down, whispering in her ear, “Well, welcome to the group.”
I hold out my right hand, and Cole places the knife in it. I gather up all her hair in my fist and hold it out to Shane who still kneels in front of me at her head. “Hold it,” I order.
He pushes her forehead to the tile, holding her head down for me at an odd angle to expose the back of her neck. Then he places her head between his knees, making escape impossible. I take the knife and carve a tally mark along the soft skin right below her hairline. About an inch long. She screams into the gag as her body shakes and her skin breaks. The blood runs down the side of her neck onto the towel beneath her.
Then I hold it out, and Cole takes it. He carves another tally mark next to mine. Shane goes, and then Bennett does his. One by one, we each make our mark on her. A reminder that we fucking own her. That no matter what she does, or who she fucks, she belongs to us.
I reach my left hand out, and Bennett places the can of hair spray in it. I take the end of the towel and wipe it across the back of her neck. She whimpers as I smear the blood to see the four cuts and then spray the hair spray over them to help with the bleeding. I don’t want her to bleed to death. Just experience the excruciating pain that she deserves. I toss the can to the side once satisfied.
Cole takes the lighter that Shane pulls out of the bag and runs the knife through the flame, heating it before passing it back to me. I lay it across the lines to cauterize them. And her body fights mine while her muffled screams fill the bathroom.
Then Shane hands me the powder, and I dump it on there to seal what the knife didn’t get.
Getting up off her, she immediately rolls onto her side. Her eyes are closed as snot, tears, and blood cover her face. She lies at our feet with nothing but a bra and thong on. Her chest heaves, and she sobs behind her gag.
I kneel beside her and rip it off before shoving my fingers in her mouth to remove the washcloth.
“I will murder you,” she sneers. “Fucking murder you for this! All of you sorry bastards. Austin and my sister ...”
I grip her chin. “No. You won’t. Because if you try anything, and I mean anything, I will hurt you.”
Tears run down her face, smearing her once perfect makeup along with snot and drool. Her blue eyes narrow on me. “You … can’t kill me.” She sucks in a breath. “I’m not one of those fucking bastards Austin wrote about in her journal.” She sniffs. “You won’t get away with this ...”
I smile at her. “You’re right. You’re not.” I can’t kill her. Too many questions will be left unanswered. “But I can make you mine, Becky. I can make you wish you were dead. Every second of every day. From the outside, everyone will think we are in love and happy. No one will know what I do to you behind closed doors. When we’re all alone.” I run my free hand down her bloody neck and feel her pulse race. “How I’ll fuck you. How I’ll beat you. Starve you. Don’t underestimate how fucking evil I can be. And how little you mean to me.” I stand.
“I … hate … you …” She sobs.
I nod to Shane, and he begins to untie her.
“Here.” Bennett hands me her cell. “Everything is gone. I changed all emails and passwords for anything related to Evan Scott and then deactivated his page.”
I drop her phone on the tile and step on it for good measure. Shane picks up the towel and wads it up before placing it in the duffle bag. It’s going with us. Once it dries out, we’ll burn it.
Cole starts dumping peroxide on the tile floor to clean up the blood.
She crawls over to the corner of her bathroom and pulls her legs up to her chest. Her blond hair wild and bloody. She looks so fucking broken. And I give no fucks that I did that to her. This bitch has fucked us over way too many times. She’s the reason Austin was hurt. I consider her my little sister. And she’s tried to hurt Demi, a woman who is quickly becoming my everything.
“Do you love her?” she asks as if she can read my mind.
“Does it matter?”
“Is that why you’re doing this?” she demands. “Because Demi got a little scared? Nothing ever fucking happened to her!” she shouts “She always managed to get away. Unharmed. Untouched.”
I just stare at her.
“Do? You? Love? Her?” She screams so loud, my ears ring.
I walk over to her, and she presses herself further into the wall as I lean over and push some blond strands off her slick face. “I love her more than I could ever love you,” I say truthfully. “Does that make you feel better?”
Her tear-filled eyes narrow up at me, and she sucks in a heavy breath.
“I mean it, Becky. Stay away. I won’t be so kind next time.” Then I give her my back and walk out.
I step out into the dark and cold night as Shane speaks. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know Kellan …”
Cole punches him in the face.
That was the first thing Shane has said to him since he informed us of the secret he knew.
“I’m sorry.” He stumbles backward, holding up his hands. “Hit me again. I deserve it.”
Cole doesn’t need to be told twice. He hits him so hard this time it throws Shane into the side of Bennett’s car. Blood pours from his nose and a busted lip.
“You knew all this time …” Cole growls and looks him up and down. “I should have beat you to death that night as well. And had Bennett drop your sorry ass to the bottom of the ocean to rot with him.” With that, Cole opens the passenger side door and falls into the car.
DEMI
It’s been a week since the GWS took care of Seth and then made a quick trip to Collins. Austin and I didn’t need to ask what they did there, but we knew. They were going down a list of people who needed to pay for hurting me or threatening them. No one was going to stop them from doing what they do best. I can’t say I feel sorry for any of them.