Sick Boys: Chapter 21

“Help!” I scream. “Can someone please help me?”

There’s no response, and the party is still well underway.

Fuck me. Am I going to be left hanging here until the fucking week ends?

I’m so far away from any actual populated area, I don’t know if anyone could ever find me.

Only those fucked-up boys.

I’ve been hanging here for hours now, and there’s no sign of life anywhere. I thought those boys would be back by now.

But what if they never come back?

A chill runs up and down my spine.

Surely, they don’t intend to just leave me here, right?

Fuckers.

Grinding my teeth, I rub my hands together where the rope is, hoping to loosen the strings, but it fucking hurts.

“Anyone there? I need help!” I call out in a desperate attempt.

But no one replies. Again.

With every passing minute, my panic rises more and more until I can feel the cold sting of my own tears roll down my cheeks.

Goddammit, I promised myself I wouldn’t let those fuckers make me cry.

Good thing they aren’t here now to see me slowly fall apart. Felix would have a field day.

Grumbling to myself, I wriggle my legs back and forth against the tree in an effort to free myself, but all it does is create more chafing. Especially with all this sticky gunk on my body.

Fuck, I can still taste them in my mouth. All the jizz they squirted definitely got on my lips. And I hate how I can taste the difference in all three. One is thick and salty, and I remember it from the first time Felix filled me up. The other mildly fruity, and another one just watery salt with a hint of bitter. The latter one definitely Dylan’s as I can still feel it coat my throat. And that makes it hard to focus on anything other than being completely covered in their spunk, freezing to death against a tree with half my outfit missing.

God, if anyone finds me now, have mercy on my soul.

Grumbling, I try to reach for the knot with my head, hoping I can bite through it. There’s a piece that seems loose, and I barely manage to grab ahold of it with my teeth.

Grinding my teeth, I chew at it, but goddamn, the rope hurts my gums.

The pain makes me lose my grip.

The rope lowers a little … and now it’s out of reach.

“God-fucking-dammit!” I scream.

Something rustles beyond the trees.

My eyes widen. “Who’s there?”

I can hear someone giggle.

Someone’s finally here, oh my God.

I don’t know who it is, but any help is more than welcome right now.

More rustling ensues. My heart thumps in my throat.

Suddenly, two guys fall out of a bush a few feet away from me, tumbling on top of each other, giggling with delight as they kiss each other senseless.

Until they see me.

Jeremy and Calvin.

Their pupils dilate when they spot me.

Calvin quickly jumps off Jeremy, who’s half naked. Apparently, they decided to bring their sexual encounter to the woods.

Lucky me, because I would’ve never been rescued otherwise.

“Oh my God,” Calvin mutters, and he quickly gets up.

A blush spreads on my cheeks. “Hi.”

“Penelope? Is that you?” Jeremy asks, adjusting his glasses. “I barely recognize you with all that … spunk on you. Oh my God.”

If one could die from embarrassment, I’d be a corpse now.

“What happened to you?” Calvin asks as he steps closer, inspecting me.

“Calvin, don’t stare.” Jeremy quickly slaps his hands in front of Calvin’s eyes. “She’s half naked.”

“Some boys tied me up and … well, you can probably tell what they did,” I say, adding an awkward laugh.

Calvin whacks Jeremy’s hand away. “So it’s really jizz?”

“Um …” I look away. “No comment.”

Calvin gasps. “Wow, and here I was thinking you’d just hung your titties out for no reason.”

He snorts and almost chokes on it when Jeremy throws him a glare.

“Can you help me down?” I ask. I’m really not in the mood for any more antics.

“Oh, of course,” Jeremy says, and he immediately walks toward me.

He picks at the ropes while trying not to touch any of the jizz those boys left on me, obviously grossed out by it.

“I’m sorry, it’s hard,” he says.

“This might help,” Calvin says, and he pulls out a small pocket knife. “Never comes in handy until it does.”

He cuts through the ropes, and I rip off the final ones, tearing away from the tree. Everything smells musky, and I feel dank. God, I’m going to need to shower for days.

“That’s a lot of spunk, girl …” Calvin says.

“I know. There were three of them,” I reply.

“Are you okay?” Calvin asks.

I shrug, and quickly pull up my outfit so at least my boobs are covered. I have nothing to keep it together, though.

“Oh, here.” Calvin pulls a tie from his hair and wraps it around the two top ends of my outfit, pushing it together until my boobs no longer threaten to fall out.

“Thanks,” I say.

At least now I can walk home with a tiny bit of dignity instead of none.

“Did they force you to do this?” Jeremy suddenly asks.

I blink a couple of times, not knowing how to respond. “Well, it wasn’t, but …”

He places a hand on my shoulder. “Do you want us to call the police?”

The police? If they get involved, those boys will definitely make my life hell. If they end up behind bars, I’m sure their fathers will eventually find out it was me and tear me and my family to shreds. I can’t let it happen.

“No, no, it’s okay,” I say, shaking off his hand. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Jeremy asks, following me into the grass beyond Priory Forest where my bag and phone are, which I quickly snatch off the ground. “It sounds like they—”

“No,” I interject. “Nothing happened. But thank you for helping me down.”

I’m shivering from the cold.

“Let me give you a ride home then,” Calvin says, offering his hand.

I shake my head. “No, I’d rather walk right now.”

When I turn around again, Jeremy says, “It was them, wasn’t it? Felix, Dylan, and Alistair.”

I pause, staring at my own hands, which are covered in their jizz.

“They’ve done it before, you know,” Jeremy points out.

Of course, they’ve done it before. This is what they do. This is their shtick. How they destroy anyone who tries to meddle in their business.

But I won’t go down easily.

“It’s true. They’re notorious,” Calvin says. “Well, they don’t do shit to us, of course. They mostly focus on girls. Well, except … you know …” He winks.

Mostly? I don’t know what he’s talking about. “Okay.”

I continue walking, but then Jeremy says, “Wait. I don’t want to be an asshole, but I need to warn you. Please, stay away from them. For your own good. This is already bad enough,” he adds.

“Thanks,” I say, making a fist.

I can’t even bear to look at them right now.

Jeremy sighs. “I’m just trying to look out for you. I don’t want you to get hurt any further.”

I take in a deep breath and close my eyes only to rid myself of any and all emotions.

Discard it, just like that.

Thrown into the wind, just as my sanity.

“Thanks for the advice,” I reply. “And for the help. But I won’t stop. Not until I have what I want.”

“You know they won’t either,” Jeremy says. “So unless you have a death wish …”

“If I have to die, then so be it.”

And I walk off without a care in the world, feeling their stares penetrate my back.

But I know I already sold my soul to the devil.

Time to fucking claim the bargain I made.