Make You Beg

“Fuck!” Mr. Law shouts. “What the fuck is he thinking?”

I have to bite back my smile. Law was right. Scout hadn’t said one word.

“He’s thinking with his cock,” mine snaps. “We need to find her.”

“Oh, we’ve got her,” Rellik speaks.

“Where?” my father asks, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“Scout has her,” I answer, pulling my cell out of my pocket. “He’s got her at Hell House.” I pull up the video that I had Law send me from Scout’s phone and push play.

“Well …” My father returns my cell to me once the video cuts off. “At least one of you does what you’re told.”

“Call Scout. Have him bring her here immediately,” Mr. Law barks out.

I go to open my mouth and say that’s a terrible idea, but my father beats me to it. “We’ll go to them. I don’t want that bitch to have the slightest opportunity to get away from Ryan.” He glares at Mr. Law. “Or for your son to show up and rescue the whore.”

Rellik flinches at the word, and I have to clench my teeth to keep my mouth shut. All this time, my father knew everything, and he never told me. He knew if he gave me a heads-up that I would have ruined their plan. I would have never allowed the trial to go on. Or for anything to happen to Henley. I should have never let her leave town. I was a dick to her after the verdict was given. I thought she was trying to frame me for some crazy bullshit she made up in her mind. Now Scout? I would have killed his ass sooner than we have planned.

My father looks at me. “Text him now. Tell him we’ll be there in an hour.”

I nod. “Will do.”

GRAYSON LAW

Scout picks up Henley from behind as she tries to escape the Hell House, lifting her feet off the floor. She kicks and screams as he throws her onto the bed he’s dragged into the center of the room. She shoves at his chest while he straddles her and removes his belt. He wraps it around her wrists, shoving them above her head, and ties them to the bed.

She fights, but her movements are slow with the lingering sedative we gave her. He grips her chin while his free hand runs his knuckles down her face.

She cries, begging him to stop whatever he plans on doing to her. He gets tired of hearing it and slaps a hand over her mouth.

I end the video that I have of Henley back when we brought her here. While Scout was telling her all the things he was going to do to her, I was out of sight over in the corner placing a battery-operated night-vision camera so we could watch her from our cell phones. Thankfully, it didn’t have any sound, so we could show it to our fathers and pass it off as something that is currently taking place. And they couldn’t see me because I cut it right before I came out from the shadows to help him out.

Scout and I laughed about it while waiting outside for her. We took bets on how long she would last. We had decided we would wait for as long as it would take because we both wanted to see that look on her face when she realized it was just some sick and twisted joke.

I had been fucking amazed at the time when she walked out of the building in less than ten minutes.

Now? It makes me sick to my stomach. Even if we didn’t plan on letting her die. Anything could have happened while she was in there alone. Squatters stick to this place like leeches, knowing no one will come and kick them out. Anyone could have found her and took advantage of the situation.

There are many stories and theories of what happened at Spring Valley all those years ago. But one thing about Hell House—the story I told her? It was true. Some kids were abused—mentally and sexually. One night, some of those boys decided to end the torture that took place here. This particular building housed everyone. They set fire to the Dean’s residence on the first floor and the staff on the second. They were all treated like royalty where the boys were treated like criminals.

The boys who started the fire planned on burning everyone but themselves. I think a sick part of them wanted free and didn’t want anyone to survive to tell the awful truths about this place. The boys who survived took on oath to take their secrets to the grave with them.

“He’s waking up.” I hear Derek call out from behind me.

I turn around and look at the bed that looks like the one I had helped Scout cuff Henley to. He’s much bigger than her, so he does take up more of the space, but he still fits. I smile, green eyes meet mine. “Hello, Scout.” I walk over and pat the side of his face.