Page 94 of Satan's Spawn
The effect of what he just did to me.
“Nothing exciting then, huh?” Levi chimes in with a frown.
As if they didn’t get enough drama between Alexis and my boobs. I know Saint did, he’s holding the shoes, shorts, and bag I left trying to escape it.
Crayton’s eyes peruse my body, disgust lifting the corner of his lip. “Nothing exciting at all.”
The words sting, but I’ll never let him see how much.
I swear hell must be empty, because all the devils are here at this godforsaken party. The most vile of them in front of me.
My eyes thin to slits on Crayton, but he remains unaffected.
“I’m gonna get going.” I say to the boys, but keep my attention on their leader. “I have to find my date.”
“I’m right here.” Felix’s groggy voice has me whipping around to see him approaching us with Hendrix and Archer.
I have to blink a few times to make sure I’m not seeing things, but if I’m not, then he has a serious shiner over his left eye, along with a scribbled penis on his cheek. “What the hell happened to you?!” I rush over to him, pushing Crayton out of the way to check Felix’s bruise.
“Ask that asshole.” He points to Crayton, who’s got his mouth open as he jerks his fist back and forth, mimicking a blowjob. “He had me locked in the basement and a dick drawn on my face.”
“Don’t forget about the shiner.”
“You beat him up?!” I stomp over to the asshole, shoving his chest. “Why?”
“Because I fucking can. That’s why.”
Hendrix is uncharacteristically quiet, along with Archer. I’ll deal with them later, right now all I want is to strangle the arrogant jerk in front of me.
“Stay the hell away from me, Crayton. I mean it.” I try shoving him once more, but this time he snatches both my arms to bring me closer.
“Tread very lightly, Little Ghost.” He says low enough so only I can hear, reaching with one hand into his pocket to reveal his cell phone, which is open and actively voice recording. There’s over half an hour of play time, which is a dangerous amount since so much has been said between us. Done between us. “I’ve got video of you leaving the closet, too.”
Hence why he was holding the phone.
I. Am. Fucked.
And never drinking again.
Crayton leans down to whisper, “Moving forward, I own you. In every possible sense. Now leave this fucking party and enjoy your last night of living as a free woman.”
The guys step away nonchalantly, giving us space when I shout, “You are the epitome of fucking evil!”
That’s when Hendrix and Archer drag me away from Crayton, Hendrix cursing him out and flipping Saint off as he hands her my shorts and bag.
This entire day turned into nothing short of an existential crisis, our plans for revenge crumbling the second we entered the mansion, and I’m still not even sure how.
What was the point of setting a trap when I’m the one who walks into it?
I was wrong; hell isn’t empty. It’s not even a pit filled with fire and brimstone.
Hell is wherever Crayton Shaw is.
18
BEX
The drive back to the dorms was deathly quiet. Between the fire in my belly I was trying to contain—filled to the gills with animosity and the overwhelming need to kill Crayton and Alexis—and the weird awkward silence between Archer and Hendrix that no one, especially me, had the energy to try and unpack. Barely a word was said between us until we reached the parking lot of the school, and that was only to say good-bye to Archer.
