"You want to take bets? Did she go to camp, or is she still at the park?" I asked.
"Mm," he pondered it for a moment. "Hard to say. The trees have more coverage, but there's no way she's making it there before we start looking."
"So it'd be safer to hide out here."
"There is no safe place." Swayze finished his cigarette and flicked it to the ground. "That's the nature of Risky Rush Park. Let's go."
I kicked off the wall, stomped my smoke, shifted the backpack on my shoulders, and started toward camp. Wereached the gates and paused. There was blood on the cement. We shared a look. Was it from Domino?
We looked around and saw a shoe with a larger-than-normal sole near a bush. I picked it up and found blood on it.
Fuck.
We turned back into the park, and about ten feet away, we found the other shoe, with another blood spot on the cement. Someone had found her.
"They're fucking dead," Swayze snarled.
We followed the blood. She was dripping, but not much. The trail ended after about fifty feet in, and then we heard a whimper in the Tunnel of Love that drew us right to her. She was curled up in a swan boat, stifling her cries.
"Who hurt you?" I demanded as I stepped up next to her on the platform. She'd removed her shirt and tied it around her calf. Her head shot up, and she glared at me and Swayze.
"Does it matter?"
"Oh, Blessing." I tightened the grip on my knife. "Yes, yes it does. Whoever did this is going to be punished for hurting you."
"Punished as in murdered." Despite her running her mouth, her body hardly moved. She was in pain. The wound she'd bandaged was bleeding through.
"We'll punish them as we see fit. Now, Little Doll, tell us, who did this to you?" Swayze hopped down into the boat, jostling it in the water. His EMT training kicked in, and he grabbed her leg. It was her calf that'd been injured. She winced.
"I did," she said through gritted teeth.
I joined them, lifting her onto my lap and holding her so Swayze could examine her better.
"You did this?" I asked, not believing her for a second.
"Yes. Now, leave me to die."
"You're not going to die," Swayze muttered. "But I'd like to get you cleaned up."
"What's the point? I'm not safe here. Good luck getting me anywhere without anyone seeing you."
"Who did it?" I demanded again.
"I said it was me!" she snapped. "I found a knife, decided to take myself out, and make it look like a murder. I stabbed myself, tossed my shoes, and found a dark place to die in peace. Now, if you'll just let me—Ow!" she screamed as I pinched her upper arm.
"If it really was you that hurt you, then you're going to be punished, like I'd promised," I threatened. "You want to be punished, Blessing?"
"I've spent my entire life being punished. Do your worst, Jason."
I'd all but forgotten about the mask. Rage boiled inside me, and I pushed her off me. She fell into Swayze's arms. I slid my mask back on and glared at him.
"I'm sick of your lies. You hate us, you hurt yourself, who are you protecting? It sure as hell isn't yourself. I tugged my backpack off and opened it. "Is she going to live?" I demanded. I tossed an ACE bandage at him. He caught it and took her leg, exchanging the T-shirt for the bandage.
"Yes," Swayze said.
"Good. Bend over, Blessing." I unbelted my pants and shoved them down, unsheathing my hard cock. Swayze gave me a look, but I wasn't fucking around. She wanted to be punished, and we'd warned her what would happen if we found her. Two for two. "Get on your knees," I demanded.
Domino looked up at me and then back to Swayze. He slid his mask on and stood as well, pulling his jeans down. He held his cock in his hands.
