Page 68 of Hurts So Good

“Okay, and what the fuck does that have to do with your life being ruined?” Jonas barks, spreading his legs wide as he rests his bat on his shoulder. A sudden urge hits me to rush and see if the barbed wire on it has pierced his flesh, allowing blood to ooze from the site.

“Wow, y’all really are slow. I thought you did your research? I did mine. Of course, I made sure to erase some pertinent details to keep you oblivious until I was ready to make my move.”

I take the three of them in. Each is just as attractive as the next. That day on the couch was agonizing. To not give in and fuck them like I truly wanted. They’re the only men I’ve encountered who enjoy the kill as much as I do. Ending lives of the guilty versus the innocent. Well, except for the final girl. She never deserved her death. But sometimes small indiscretions can be overlooked.

“Why don’t you get to the point so we can finish this? If you know us like you claim Hilary, then you know we hate our parents. While we love this game they play, we don’t want to abide by their rules anymore. But we had a plan and you’re killing it.”

I push off the tree, giving a little laugh. “Funny you should say, killing it. That’s exactly what your fathers did to mine. Killed him as one of their pawns in their pathetic little ritual. I know you’re wondering how I came to that conclusion. Seems my mother made a report. He went missing on Friday the thirteenth. Such an occult-ish date. I did some research and found student after student who disappeared on that day.”

I step over to Allie and give her another kick in the gut. Don’t want the bitches to think I forgot about them.

“If your beef is with our fathers, why come after us? Take out your daddy issues on them. We wouldn’t have fucking cared. We could help with your other issues, then have it rain red on the school.” Jensen grips his cock through his pants.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet? Do you really think I’m still a virgin? How cute, I must have really overacted. My pussy has more pit stops in it than a race car in the Daytona 500. Playing this pathetic, nerdy ass virgin for the last three years has been pure torture. I was more than willing to let one of you fuckers think you were big and bad and suck my clit, giving me a grade-A orgasm, I might add.” I toss them another wink.

“But that’s over. I grew up in foster home after foster home, abused, among other things until I decided to fight back and become the person I am today.”

I can feel their eyes on me, taking in every word. If I didn’t want payback on their fathers, I would claim their dark souls for my own. Killing and ravishing every crooked person in the world, making them pay for their sins while we fuck in a pool of their blood.

“Your fathers ruined my life. My mother went into a depression and then gave me up for adoption. Two days later, she killed herself, leaving a note she couldn’t live without the love of her life. So, now I’m ruining theirs. It’s nothing personal against you, but you’re the best way to get back at them,” I explain.

Movement in my peripheral catches my eye and I see Jenny struggling, trying to wiggle her body to escape her looming future.

Oh, no bitch. That’s cute, thinking you can escape.

I go to make a move, but a flash rushes past me, and Jonas slams his bat into her head, hitting her over and over, making my pussy clench in need. He’s basically reenacting one of the wildest scenes from The Walking Dead. While everyone hated Negan, I wanted to have his babies. I know it’s a fictional character, but can’t a woman dream of having a psychotic, bloodthirsty man for herself? Flowers and candy be damned. Show me love with a severed head.

“That’s fucking hot!” I exclaim, gazing over at the other two, who are shaking their heads.

“Jonas!” Jensen yells, stopping him mid-swing.

“What? It’s not like the night isn’t fucked. Our fathers are going to be pissed at us no matter what. Might as well have a little fun. Besides, I kinda like this side of Hilary. If we’d have known she’s as depraved as us, we could’ve been dating her all along.” Jonas lets his tongue slide across his lip. His delectable, blood-splattered lip.

“How did we not know any of this about you?” Hals questions. “Nowhere did it say who your parents were and our family is good about covering their tracks.”

“Oh, I’ve got skills you know nothing about. Take these bitches, for example. I could easily make it seem like they slipped off into the dark of night to avoid a marriage to the three of you. Only there’s a fatal plane or train crash. I can come up with other creative options. But is that what you want? Or would you rather take back your lives and take down your parents with me? The choice is yours. Walk away by my side, ruling along with me as the kings and queen of this school, and into the future. Or… well, the other option is you’ll join the rest of the demented souls you picked.”

I step closer to Jensen, letting my finger trail down his chest over the stained clothing. “It’s the only reason I don’t truly despise you. Other than the girl at the end of the night, your choices are always those who need to die. Evil, disgusting, vile waste of breath humans. So the choice is yours. Join me and kill the last bitch, and then we can ease our aggression with some mind-blowing sex. Or I end the four of you here and now.”

Their gazes drift between each other, and it’s almost like I can hear the mental conversations I can only imagine they are having, none of them speaking a word. But the clock is ticking and I’m becoming hornier by the minute.

“What’s it going to be, boys?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Hilary

They nod as Jensen takes hold of my shoulders, moving me to the side, before heading over to the final girl: Allie. It’s still unclear what their choice is, but I’m secretly hoping for the outcome I crave.

Me in control. Running the show. From here on out.

“It’s been nice, Allie, but we never planned to marry the three of you. You were never our end game.” With those final words, he lifts his cleaver in the air, bringing it down across her throat. Once. Twice. Three times, before dropping it to the ground beside her body and facing me.

“We’re your kings. But we get to give the final blow to our fathers.” Jensen lifts his hand, attempting to wipe the blood from his face, but only succeeding in smearing.

“Done. Now, let’s fuck.” My husky voice drifts into the night air.

Hals and Jonas look around before laughing. Jensen and I quirk our heads in confusion, watching as they begin to untie the bitches.

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