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“Monsters are real. Ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win.”
Fucking Zimmerman, he’s a son of a bitch. Take the paperweight and smash his head in.
That’s it, keep smiling. Nod your head. Play the good girl and then you can die.
I don’t get crushes, yet all I want is to bang on her door until she answers, take her in my arms and steal away the look of despair that is so clearly cemented in her eyes.
Resting my other hand against the wall, I work my shaft almost angrily, frustrated by my own irrational desire. Imagining the baggy sweater falling from her body to reveal creamy-white skin, I kiss my way up her stomach, chest and neck in my imagination. Lips meeting, she gasps into my mouth as I touch her where she wants it.
All I wanted to do was lean in and lick the blood from her bruised knuckles, then fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.
Once he’s done, another sensation takes over. Holy fuck. It’s his tongue, gliding across the skin of my wrist as he kisses his handiwork. He laps at the blood, his fingers digging painfully into my arm.
He gently rubs a thumb over my nipple, which is as hard as a pebble, even through the thin material of my bra. I bite my lip to hold a gasp in. “Not ignoring me now, are you?” he says softly, his teeth nibbling my earlobe. “You’ve been a complete bitch, firecracker. I think that deserves a punishment, don’t you?” His tongue is hot on my neck, tracing down until it reaches my clavicle. Pressing open-mouthed kisses on my skin, his touch leaves a path of fire that ignites my core.
“Have to! But that’s fine, I guess we need to show you what you’re missing. Ain’t that right, Eli?” Suddenly, another mouth secures itself to my throat. Peppering kisses around the back of my ear, Eli shoots me a filthy look.
Sucking on my bottom lip hard enough to hurt, he bites down with his teeth then soothes the sting with his tongue. He does this repeatedly as his ministrations move down my jaw and neck. I’m being marked.
Pressing further into my mouth, his fingers briefly slide down my throat and cause me to gag. Phoenix’s smile broadens. He’s seriously sadistic.
“This is mine, you hear me?” Phoenix states, fingering my ass. “A night with us and you won’t walk straight for a fucking week. I can’t wait to bruise your perfect skin.”
When I manage to lift my head several breathless seconds later, I’m fucking wet again at the sight that awaits me. Goddamn sadistic bastards. Phoenix and Eli are kissing passionately, their mouths latched on to one another like hungry animals. I’m entranced by the sight, the aftershocks from my orgasm still making my legs shake.
My whole body is alight with stimulation from the drugs mingling with my juices. I yank his hair hard, and he snorts the powder straight from my pussy. Licking away the rest with his perfect tongue, he smirks up at me.
We’re like two broken shards of glass, smashed and scattered beyond repair. As the pieces mingle together, you can’t tell which bit came from where. It doesn’t even matter anymore. You just have a worthless mess, but it’s still irreplaceable.
I will keep this family together, one way or another. If Brooklyn wants to screw with my guys, then there isn’t going to be any special treatment. We’re a fucking family, and families share.
“Nothing about this place is real, Brooklyn. Don’t you see that yet? It’s all just…” He pauses, grinning and searching for the right word. “An illusion.”
“D-Don’t… go.” I tremble on one foot as the sound of crutches against concrete approaches. Tears stream down my cheeks and freeze in the gradually increasing wind. In that moment, the final scrap of light disappears from the sunset. Ceaseless darkness invades everything. “S-Stay.”
“L-Live,” he struggles out. “W-We… live.” He hops a step to close the distance between us. “Please stay away,” I sob brokenly. “I don’t… want to live.” Eli stops mere inches away from me, but he doesn’t move any closer. His hand hovers in the air, still encouraging me to close that final gap. I reach out automatically. I can’t help myself, and our fingers entwine. His palm is warm and dry. Steady. Reassuring. Alive. “Neither do I.”
There’s a sudden, brutal gust of wind just as I resolve to step down. I teeter in the air for a terrifying second before finally losing my balance.
“Something’s wrong with this place. We need to find out what is really happening, and somehow conceal the fact that it was us who threw Rio off that fucking roof.”
