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It sends goosebumps through me, but I ignore it.
“Go have fun,” I tell them but focusing more on my friends.
With Steele and Greyson here to herd the girls away, I know there won’t be too much of an issue. Even Thalia doesn’t seem like she wants to put up much of a fight. So I stay where I am as they all shuffle up the stairs and out into the hall. I count in my head to a hundred, then I finally move.
I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I kind of figured it would be a last resort. Something I wouldn’t have to use unless she forced me… and yeah, this kind of feels like I’m being backed into a corner.
But really, it’s about to be her backed into… well, far be it from me to ruin the surprise.
28
WILLOW
I’m upside down. I touch skin, tracing the smooth warmth. It’s almost funny, being this close to it, I don’t know what I’m looking at—but I know it belongs to Miles. Know it from the scent of him and the way he hit my ass.
It still stings.
Oh, yeah, myass.
I wiggle. He’s been torturing me the whole fucking game, turning that stupid plug on and off, repeatedly, until I could barely keep a straight face. And just when I was on the cusp of coming, he shut it off and never turned it back on.
Asshole.
I paid him back by drinking double what I’d normally have, chugging a drink up in the hallway outside of the concessions and then going to bring another one down to my seat. Over and over. Even more in the lulls between periods.
The world shifts again, and my feet touch concrete. I barely get a chance to balance—well,balanceis probably the wrong word—before he’s pushing me face-first into a wall. He yanks down my pants, and his fingers grip the plug.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble.
He snarls and yanks it out without warning. My ass hurts, and I don’t know what I want. I certainly don’t want him to fuck me. Not wherever we are. But then he’s guiding my jeans back up, closing them for me. I stay against the wall, breathing hard.
There’s a rushing sound, and then I’m dragged sideways.
I see the full sink a split second before Miles’ hand grips the back of my head and forces me down.
My face submerges in the cold water, and I choke. There should be some sort of instinct to hold my breath, but all I get is a nose full of water. He pulls me up, and I sputter and cough. He waits a moment, then dunks me again. My whole head is doused—but I don’t inhale water.
And it helps clear a little bit of the fog from my mind.
Not a lot. Cold water isn’t a miracle worker.
He manhandles me again, forcing me away from the sink and crowding into me. I stumble away from him, although that’s fucking pointless. Finally, my feet stop moving, and I just hold on to the front of his shirt. With my other hand, I swipe my hair away from my face.
“I’m sorry, okay?” I yell in his face. “You don’t have to be such a dick about it.”
“I’m trying tosaveyou,” he yells back. He picks me up the nice way, an arm under my knees and the other behind my back, and he carries me through what I can only guess is a commercial food storage area. There are boxes on metal wire shelves lining the walls.
He stops when we reach the back, and he sets me down.
He yanks open the giant metal door and uses a hand on my back to propel me inside.
I whirl around as a dim light flickers on overhead.
Miles watches me with pity. “You’re killing yourself, Willow. Whether you realize it or not. And your friends aren’t just going to stand by and let it happen. So, you wanna die? Go ahead.”
He steps back, and the door swings inward.
I jump to stop it, but I’ve gone in too far. It slams in my face, and I grasp the lever to release myself.
