Page 124 of Depraved Boys

“What’s that, Pigsty?” said one of the auburn-haired twins.

“What did you do with Ashley?” I snarled.

Bruce straightened and pushed his way through the crowd of boys. “Don’t play coy. You saw exactly what we did to your sister.” His gaze lingered over my breasts. “I can’t wait until it’s your turn.”

“Where. Is. Ashley?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“Suck my cock, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“Wilmington,” Cormac snapped. “One more word, and I’ll—”

“Suck mine!” said the twin on Bruce’s left.

“No, mine,” shouted a voice at the back of the crowd.

Some of the boys cupped their crotches. Others made thrusting motions with their hips. If I hadn’t seen what they had done to Ashley, I would have thought they were bluffing. But these guys were dangerous in a gang.

I placed my hands on my hips. “You can explain to the police when I call them.”

Bruce’s face dropped. “We didn’t do anything wrong. Ashley will tell you.”

“Where is she?”

“We dropped her outside Bianca’s room.”

Panic lanced through my frozen heart as I remembered what Bianca had whispered to me during Ashley’s initiation. She had said Ashley would want to fall down a ditch when they had finished with her. I spun on my heel, walked out of the common room, and headed for the west wing.

“Willow.” Cormac strode at my side. “Slow down.”

“What if those girls are shoving pills or alcohol down Ashley’s throat?”

He wrapped his hand around my arm. “I get that you want to save your sister, but let’s call Miss Claymore or the police.”

“In the time we’re waiting for them to take action, something terrible might happen.”

“I’m worried,” he said.

“About what?”

“You.” Cormac dipped his head. “Making enemies.”

“How can you say that when you fight bullying every day?”

He jerked his head away. “It’s different.”

I shook my head and continued down the hallway. This was one of the times when a person needed to act and deal with the consequences later. What I’d seen had been too extreme to ignore. A less resilient person would lose themselves to drink or drugs after such a horrific assault, and Ashley was no stranger to using alcohol as a crutch.

We walked in silence through the central part of the building. Cormac dipped his head, seeming to be deep in contemplation. Perhaps the events of the evening had triggered memories of Corrine, who had been victimized by the students in not as extreme circumstances.

There was no reply in Bianca or Ashley’s rooms, and I was about to lose hope when Cormac suggested we check my room to see if Ashley had gone there. An irrational thought of Ashley waiting for me in the dark made the lining of my stomach tremble, but I shook off those thoughts and continued down the hallway.

I opened the door a crack. “Ashley?”

She slumped at the desk with her head in her hands, wearing my toweling dressing gown and matching slippers.

“You’re going to say I got what I deserved,” Ashley muttered without looking up.

My throat dried, and I swallowed hard. I had wanted Ashley punished for what had happened to me during her initiation, but not like this. Images of my naked sister, covered in the bullies’ ejaculate, flashed to the front of my memory, and I rubbed a hand over my mouth.