“Grab his feet,” I told Will as I flipped him over and took his hands. “Let’s go.”
We carried him back beyond the tree line, Alex, Michael, and Kai following, while Banks bent over, picking up the heavy backpack off the ground as we passed.
I cocked an eyebrow at Michael. “You gonna make my sister carry that?”
Or do we do all the work and you just watch?
He yanked the bag out of her hand, she made a face at him, and we all scurried deeper into the woods and out of sight.
Plopping the dead weight down, I grabbed Alex, pulled her over, and ripped open the bodice of her dress, exposing her skin from chest to abdomen, her breasts still covered, though.
She gasped, snarling at me. “Asshole!”
“Lie down,” I told her.
“Why do I always have to do the dirty work?”
“Now.” I gestured to the ground.
Frowning, she dropped to the cold earth, fallen leaves rustling under her as she carefully laid herself back.
“Knife,” I asked Will, reminding him I needed the prop he stole from one of the haunted houses.
He slapped it in my hand, the harness from whatever actor or mannequin he got it off of attached and dangling from my fist.
Michael, Kai, and Will situated themselves off a short distance away, shielding themselves behind trees, while Banks and I finished getting Alex all dressed up. We did this as teenagers to one of my father’s security guards who kept patting Banks on the ass when he spoke to her.
I poured some of the shit she got from the butcher on the professor’s clothes and then hauled him over and set him face down on top of Alex, between her legs.
“Ugh,” she groaned, looking like she was about to gag with all the crap on her, including the professor.
Banks planted a quick kiss on her forehead as she scrambled around her, giving her arms and chest smears of blood. “Love you. Mean it,” she chirped at Alex sarcastically and then looked up at me, smiling.
I couldn’t help but give her one back.
Like old times.
We finished up, Banks gathered the backpack and everything in it, and ran to where the guys were hiding, while I pulled out the smelling salts.
“When you’re ready,” I said, handing it to Alex.
She took it, nodding.
I backed away, surveying my work, that fucking prick who thought he could put his hands on something of ours and get away with it passed out between her legs with his head resting on her chest.
Then I turned, joining everyone else where we could watch but not be seen.
Alex moved a little, lifting her head to check the placement of his hand on the knife and her position under him.
Will was laughing already, lifting his phone to record.
But Kai grabbed it out of his hand to stop him. “Fuck no.”
Will’s mouth dropped open, confused, but then the light dawned. “Oh, right.”
Yeah. Not going down that road again. No videos.
Alex brought the salts to his nose, and I warned everyone, “Shhh,” shutting them up.