Page 176 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed killing every one of them, but by the fourth girl, I felt like I was struggling to keep up with them.

Like, give a girl a damn break.

Just when I think they’re done, that they’re going to call it quits for the night, I’m proven wrong. Again.

Of course, they’re not just going to fuck around with this girl and say their goodbyes. Nope, that would be too fucking easy.

“We were thinking about getting out of here,” Wesley mutters to the girl who’s trapped between the three of them. “What do you say, come with us? We can continue the fun.”

That should be me, who they’re all looking at like they want to fucking devour.

I tremble, adrenaline and murderous fury consuming me.

So now they’re going to take this girl somewhere and fuck her? Not fucking happening. I’m fucking done. I’m so fucking done!

“I’d love to,” she says breathlessly, looking up at the three of them like she’s the luckiest girl alive.

I almost snort at the irony.

Looking up, I see that Skittles is hanging around, perched on a nearby lamppost.

When I look down again, the four of them are walking away.

I quickly follow them down the street until they get into a fucking car.

“Damn it!” I hiss as they drive off. Skittles lets out a caw as he flies by me, following after the car. “Good boy.” I grin.

I start walking in the direction the car just left in, watching the camera feed as Skittles follows them.

They drive for about five minutes before stopping at St. Louis Cemetery No. 2.

Fuck, that’s about a ten-minute walk from where I’m at. I take off running, glad I wore sneakers rather than sandals today.

By the time I reach the cemetery, I’m panting heavily, dripping with sweat, and so fucking done with this night.

“This is what I get for slacking off on my nightly walks,” I groan, tossing my mask to the ground. I don’t need it anymore.

Skittles lets out a clicking sound, getting my attention. “You’re in there?” I ask. He makes another clicking sound.

“Good. It's time they know everything. Hope they enjoyed their time tonight, because it’s the last fucking time they touch any other girl.”

Sadly, it’s not that simple. I have no idea how they got in there, but I ended up climbing the wall, and let me tell you, that's not easy.

I jump to the ground, landing on my feet. “Alright, buddy,” I address Skittles. “Show mama where her men are.”

Skittles takes off, and I follow. It doesn’t take long before I hear the sound of moans and grunting.

Fuck! I’m too late.

I quicken my pace, running towards the sounds and see the three of them with a naked girl. Sylas is balls deep while the girl gags on Wesley’s cock with Jasper kneeling next to them, stroking himself. I stumble to a stop.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I shout.

Three heads snap my way, the dumb bitch not even bothering to take her mouth off my man's dick to acknowledge my presence. Fucking rude.

First, their eyes are filled with anger, like they’re pissed off that someone is interrupting them, but when they realize that it’s me standing there, shaking with rage, it’s replaced with a look of shock.

“Lola?” Sylas says my name like he can’t believe I’m here.