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I don’t know what Selene is getting at with wanting him to be awake for this, but judging by the unhinged look in her eyes, I think that this might get a little more out of hand than normal.
“You think that would work?” she asks, her eyes following mine as she motions toward the broken table.
I shrug. “We won’t know until we try it.”
Selene steps out of the way as I walk over to the guy and lift his back. Sliding my arms under his armpits, I hook them around his shoulders and hoist him up. His feet drag along the concrete floor as I pull his body over to the table. Sitting him up, I position him with his back against the wooden piece of furniture. Selene walks over, helping me secure his hands behind the table as I wrap the rope around his wrists.
“Why do you want him awake?”
Selene stands upright, stepping closer to me until her toes touch mine. “You don’t remember him?”
My brow furrows as my eyes scan the guy that’s propped there, his chin touching his chest. “He’s friends with that other piece of shit?”
“His name’s Ian. We went to high school with him. He was one of the guys from the homecoming fire…”
My head snaps to the side. “What do you mean? I took care of all of them a long time ago.”
“He slipped through the cracks. He never laid a finger on me, but he was the one who came up with the idea of them taking me into the pit.”
My jaw clenches and my fingers curl as my hands roll into fists. It happened during Selene’s junior year of high school. She was different in other people’s eyes—everyone’s but mine. She was always quiet in school and didn’t bother with anyone. She kept to herself and busied herself with her artwork, which she was obsessed with.
Our school took too much fucking pride in their baseball team, and a few of the guys on the team thought that they were fucking gods. When Selene turned down their advances multiple times, they couldn’t handle the rejection and decided to take matters into their own hands.
Selene and I never went to any school functions, but one of her friends from art class insisted that she go to that fucking bonfire. I didn’t go. I was already in trouble for getting caught trying to drown our neighbor, Mason, in his pool. The one fucking time that I wasn’t there with Selene, of course shit hit the fan.
Four of the guys cornered her. She didn’t stand a chance against them. Selene was usually prepared for anything, but just this once, she went with her guard down and didn’t have any fucking weapons. The captain, Huxley, slipped something into her drink, and after she passed out they dragged her down to the pit and took turns raping her.
Even if she had a weapon, she wouldn’t have been able to protect herself, not after being drugged and rendered helpless like that.
I found her that night, her legs covered in blood from their vicious assault. Selene didn’t shed a single tear. I don’t know if it was because she’s so closed off from the world already that there was no way for them to possibly touch her mind, or maybe it’s because she’s out of her fucking mind.
Either way, after it happened, all I saw was red. Blood, fucking red. Their fucking blood coating my hands and any surface that it came into contact with. I took care of the first two that night. The next two were taken care of the following day.
Their bodies were never recovered, and I didn’t give a fuck if they ever were. I would gladly rot in prison for those kills. I was careful with my disposal, and all four of their bodies were burned in the incinerator in the basement of this building. Afterward, I made sure to collect all the ash and dispose of it, along with their teeth.
No one would ever know.
Selene never went to the cops. Why the fuck would she? She just moved on, although she was pretty pissed that I took her revenge away from her. Even though it didn’t affect her like you would think, she still wanted that satisfaction. She wanted to feel their blood between her fingertips, and I took that from her.
I couldn’t help myself. I was supposed to protect her, to keep her safe. And I fucking failed.
“Why didn’t you tell me about him?”
Selene shrugs. “I honestly forgot. I was in and out of consciousness, just catching pieces of their conversations. Until I saw him tonight, it had slipped my mind.”
I narrow my eyes at her, not fully trusting her words. If he had really gone to our school, she would have seen him after it had happened. Maybe she blocked him from her mind… I don’t know. There’s something off about this, but who am I to question her?
Just then, Ian begins to stir from where he’s sitting on the floor. “What the fuck?” he mumbles as he lifts his head. His eyes roll back once as he blinks, no doubt clearing his fuzzy vision. His pupils dilate, and his gaze fixes on us as he stares up.
“Get away from her!” he screams at me, thrashing against the ropes that secure him to the table.
Selene walks over to him, tilting her head to the side as she stares at him. I watch as she crouches down in front of him. “Do you really not remember me?”
Ian stops screaming, his eyes focusing on her as his body grows rigid. “How the hell am I supposed to know who you are? What the hell is going on here?”
I move closer to both of them, crossing my arms over my chest as I stand silently, watching it all unfold. This isn’t the place for me to intervene, but I’m ready to tear him apart, limb by fucking limb if needed. I want to watch the life drain from his eyes as he bleeds out on the floor.
“Sturgis High. You remember the homecoming bonfire… that one night in the pit with your little friends.”
