They force me to walk two steps, but that’s when the whole completely-shattered thing gets in the way and I collapse again. There’s more laughter, and Asch curses under his breath.
Asch gets his arms under my back and knees and hefts me up, bridal style.
This would be so romantic.
Y’know, if not for the blindfolded-and-gagged part.
Oh, and the bottle-fucking thing.
Frat hazing sure is brutal, I think, giggling.
“Where am I taking her?” Asch asks, and I assume he’s deferring to Blaze like he always does.
If it wasn’t for the gag, I’d comment that he really is Blaze’s bitch.
“Outside.”
How helpful.
They carry me out, past the long hallway River had led me in through, and I start laughing again, remembering how excited I’d been to have River talking to me again.
“Doesn’t anything fucking bother her?” River mutters.
I bury my head against Asch’s chest and wipe my face against his shirt.
“I think she’s getting cum on you,” Blaze comments.
“The shirt can be washed,” Asch says, and his voice is simmering with barely concealed anger as he continues, “It’ll have to be, since it’s the only one I have left.”
“I’ve got some clothes you can borrow,” River says.
“And I’ll buy you new stuff tomorrow.”
I hear the door to the gym open, and then we’re outside in the cool fall air. I shiver, and I feel my nipples pebble up.
Asch hesitates, then sets me down, but he keeps his hands on my shoulders.
Blaze steps up behind me and undoes the blindfold and the gag.
I swallow as soon as I’m able to, grateful to finally get moisture back into my mouth.
“Did you have fun?” I ask the three of them. My voice is completely flat.
“Did you?” River retorts. He holds up the finger bones. “Was it worth it, Pandora?”
I give him a dead stare. “That’s twice you’ve disappointed me.” I turn away from the three of them and start walking.
“Where are you going?” Blaze asks.
“Back to my dorm,” I say. “I need a shower.”
Blaze scowls and grabs my wrist. I stare at his hand, wondering about the smooth plastic I feel against my palm.
“Get out of here,” Blaze growls.
I stare at the thing in my hand. It’s my key card.
Huh.
