Epilogue
Luke
Fuck.I flick my blade out, stare at it for a moment as the light gleams on the edge before pulling it back in. I stare at the white walls surrounding me, coming in on me. The jail cell would have been better. Hell, working with Nikolai would have been the life. But no. I’m stuck here looking at four fucking walls.
I don’t know why they thought I’d fit in with a dorm full of other submissives. They don’t seem to realize that I’ll fuck anything; it doesn’t matter if it has a cunt or an ass. If there’s a hole, I’ll fuck it. Brushing my hair out of my eyes, I go back to flicking my knife around, letting the familiar sound soothe me somewhat. But it’s not enough.
A feral snarl climbs my throat as I plunge the end of the knife into the soft mattress. Too soft. Far too soft. I leap from the bed, ready to help myself to any of the several males in this dorm. They lounge around like they’re Greek gods just waiting for someone to happen upon them.
As I near the door, it swings open. I hunch down, clenching my hands into fists. To my knowledge, I’m the only one that should be able to open these doors. Instead of some nubile man, John steps in, his eye drifting from my fists to the knife.
“I just wanted to make sure you were ready.”
Snorting, I straighten up and look at him down my nose. “Do you have any idea of what I left behind? You know my dad. You should know better than to ask that.”
“Yes,” he continues to step into the room, getting far too close to my personal space. “But these are just kids chasing you down. You will have to stand there and take what’s given to you. Fail this, and you fail initiation. I won’t be able to protect you if Micha comes looking for you. This is the only way.”
I sneer and grab my jacket from off the edge of the bed. “Does this give me better accommodations?”
John shakes his head, a smile teasing his lips. “That it does.”
“Then let’s go, old man. I’m getting tired of staring at nothing.”