“Goddamn, Mikah. She’s a fucking beast,” Griff shouts.
Nodding in agreement, Fredrick adds, “The bitch can’t get enough of you. I got next.”
My dick hardens, straddling that line of pain and pleasure as my balls grow tight. I feel the impending doom as I sit on the precipice.
Just as I grunt out my release, my cum shoots down her throat. I watch, seeing the drunken lust emanating from every orifice as her rose-tipped nipples harden, her legs slide open. If her arms weren’t tied behind her back, one hand would be jerking my cock good enough to make me curse, while the other would play with her pussy for me.
“This isn’t what you were meant for.” The gruff voice of my father booms from across the room, imploding my temporary high.
I try to ignore him, but his words loop—This isn’t what you were meant for.
This.
Isn’t.
What.
You.
Were.
Meant.
For.
I tuck my dick back into my pants, trying to quell my anger so my fury doesn’t take over, and my plans fall apart.
“Shut the fuck up, Randy,” I shout, pressing the knife even deeper into her cheek as I turn and smirk. I cackle at the utter admonishment in his expression. The fleeting glance—well worth it.
He hates being called Randy, believing the name to be uncouth.“Only the poor have unrefined names.”
That memory only serves to piss me off, bringing everything full circle.
The noisiness of the room comes into focus—the ticking grandfather clock, too loud to be covered by the news channel that’s on twenty-four-seven.
Tick…
The murmurs of my friends as they move throughout my parents’ bedroom.
Tock…
The ferrous smell of blood coating the room like a scented candle.
Tick…
The god-awful pleas from my parents, hoping to find something they’ve long since killed.
Tock…
The frenetic thump of my heart, pulsating in my ears as the rush of excitement builds in my veins.
Everything clicks like the snick of a lock.
It’s time to pay the Piper.
My resolve renewed, I nod to my friends, and they begin to move without saying a word.
As they set the scene, I’m left with my thoughts.
