Page 40 of House of Horrors

“He’s going to be mad that he wasn’t able to watch.”

Jason laughs, which morphs into a yawn. “Yeah, he will be. He’s crazy.”

“So are you.”

“So are we.”

I stay behind Jason, stroking his hair for a while before he stretches, raising his arms above his head, and sitting up.

“We should get outta here. Between all the gore and cum, I need a shower. I can’t believe monsters fucking exist.”

The last thing I expected when I moved to Grimwood was to discover that blights are real. That monsters haunt the dark. This is a strange town. “Do you think they are all gone?”

Jason looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “For now. But it doesn’t end tonight.”

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Jason

The house is quiet, a stillness that prevails like the walls are holding their breath. We’ve protected the town from the immediate threat, but I know it’s not over.

For now, we’re safe. Daisy is safe.

My children, you did so well, the voice croons, suddenly back. This is just the beginning. We must find the remaining blights and destroy them. Soon, we will reclaim Grimwood.

A wave of reassurance courses through my body, yet I can’t help but wonder what the voice’s other plans are for us.

You will know in due time.

My shoulders shrug lazily. I’m happy to wait and see, but only because of the hot girl walking beside me. Daisy is my newest obsession. She might have been the one to catch me, but after tonight…I’m never going to let her go.

“That was so much fun,” Daisy says happily, a smile tugging at her lips. I scoff and bump her shoulder with mine. The energy around us dissolves into something easy and familiar. It reminds me of what I have with Nicky.

“Fun is one way to put fucking my ass or becoming monster hunters while being high out of our minds.”

From the basement, we enter an old laundry room. A red exit sign hangs above the door in front of us. The haunted house is almost over, but the night, on the other hand, is just getting started.

“You were about to cry at the beginning, little scaredy-cat.”

“I don’t think so. Must have been part of your imagination.”

I snort. “Biggest lie.”

“Must have been my imagination that my big, tough brother is actually a submissive slut,” Daisy whispers, though purposely loud enough for me to hear.

Oh. That does it.

I slam my hands beside her head, pinning Daisy against the door.

“Careful. Brats get punished.” I click my tongue, my breath skimming her cheek. “Maybe I need to put you in your place.” I snap my teeth together and watch as she shivers. There are times I don’t mind surrendering control, but my fangs grow back quickly. Though with Daisy, I have a feeling she’ll have me submitting more than I normally would. There’s something about her, maybe her attitude that rivals mine, and I don’t mind losing the dominance battle with her from time to time.

Her head tilts up to face me head-on. “I dare you.”

I shake my head and laugh. This will be fun. I picture dragging Daisy up to my room and showing her what kind of toys I have to make her behave, because just like me, she craves being used. Maybe having a new stepsister isn’t so bad after all.

I take a step back and grab Daisy’s hand, eager to get going back home. With every step, my body aches, but it’s a good, I’ve been thoroughly fucked, kind of ache. Though I don’t think my dick will be able to come again. Ever. I’m pretty sure it’s broken. I shake my head. Nicky will find this all hilarious.

My hand wraps around the door handle, soft and squishy under my grip, and I twist, yanking it open. Fucking hell, I was beginning to think that the drugs were wearing off, but they’re still lingering. Cool air immediately rushes at us, and I breathe deeply.