The room they were in was just a few halls from Maggie’s, as made apparent by the still-audible screams that reached it. With a clean, black desk, black leather chair, and shelves still stocked with medical books, at some point, this room must’ve been one of the hospital doctor’s offices. Judging by the room’s pristine appearance and perfectly functional fluorescent lights, one wouldn’t have even known that they were still in the abandoned hospital.
Craetis hopped on top of Treycore, pinning his arms to the floor.
“What do you say we have a little fun time, just you and me?” He licked Treycore’s cheek.
Treycore turned his head and bit into Craetis’s tongue until it bled. Craetis snapped back, letting the blood drip onto Treycore’s cheek.
“You always did like it kinky, didn’t you?” he said with a wink. He released one of Treycore’s hands and slapped him across the face.
Mika pulled Kid around Craetis and stepped into the adjacent corner. Deter entered and closed the door behind him.
“I think I would like to get a little something in,” Craetis said.
He flipped Treycore on his stomach and sat on his hamstrings. Treycore reared back, his fists slamming into Craetis’s arms in vain. Craetis yanked his jeans down, revealing his naked cheeks.
Kid’s chest tightened. He wanted to tear Craetis’s face off. “Leave him alone!” he shouted.
Mika slammed Kid’s head into the wall. “Shut your fucking trap.”
“Damn! Mika,” Craetis said. “Look at that ass! Been a long time since I’ve had a higherling.”
As Mika watched with eager eyes, he stroked his hand up and down Kid’s chest. It reminded Kid of so many other hands that had violated him and of the only hand that he wanted to touch him that way.
“Get on the floor,” Mika whispered into Kid’s ear.
Kid did as he was told and sprawled out on the floor. Mika pressed his dagger against the back of Kid’s neck as he unzipped his suit pants. Being that Mika was immortal, Kid knew it was going to hurt, but he was determined to take it without showing weakness.
“Well, well,” said a familiar voice.
All eyes went to the desk.
“If it isn't my dear, sweet love.”
The chair behind it swirled around.
It was Treycore’s psycho ex-bitch, Vera. Her hair was straightened, except for the ends, which curled at her shoulders. A sleeveless, white dress molded against her immortal, modelesque figure, complimenting her cum-white flesh. Her eyes met Treycore's.
“So glad to see you made it to our little event,” she hissed.
Through a slot under the desk, Kid watched as she tapped a five-inch gray heel on the tile floor.
She rose. The leather on her chair squeaked. Her heels clicked as she came around the desk.
Maggie’s cries grew louder in the hall.
By the sound of it, Kid thought she might be giving birth…or being violently tortured. Vera didn't seem to notice. She rested her hip against the edge of the desk.
“You're not going to win,” Treycore said.
Craetis grabbed him by the hair and smashed his forehead into the floor.
Vera smiled. “Oh, Treycore. Can't you see?”
Maggie cried out again.
“We already have.”
Craetis twisted his arm. Treycore's face turned red. He grunted.
