If You Dare (Dare 3)

I remember what Shane told us just hours ago at the clubhouse. He stands and hands me two bundles of rope from the bag.

“Please,” she sobs. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet.”

I walk over to her, and she begins to scream. She kicks her legs out and starts flinging her arms. I grip her ankle, yank her across the tile on her side and flip her on to her stomach. I fall to the floor and straddle her hips. I yank her hands behind her back and wrap the first bundle of rope around her wrists, tying them tightly together.

“Deke! Please … please don’t do this …”

“Someone shut her up,” I order.

Shane drops in front of her with the bag and pulls out a roll of duct tape. He yanks a washcloth off the side of the counter.

“Please …”

He shoves it in her mouth and then tears off a piece of tape and slaps it over her face. Once I’m happy with her wrists, I move off her and grab both her legs. I secure them with the second rope and then connect the remaining rope, hog-tying her in the middle of her bathroom floor.

I stand and turn to face Cole and Bennett. They are looking down at her phone that they got from her room. “Well?” I ask.

Moment of truth, Becky. Let’s see what’s in store for you tonight.

Cole holds up her phone, and sure enough, he’s found where she had two Facebook apps and one was signed in as Evan Scott. And she sent a message to Seth this morning. I read it out loud.

Evan Scott: I’ll give you one more chance. Either you fuck the bitch, or you’re fucked.

Shane laughs. “The problem with that, Becky, is that we have Seth’s phone. We took if after we were done having fun with him last night.”

“I didn’t think you had it in you, Becky. Good for you for proving me wrong.”

Shane pushes her over onto her side and slides a towel underneath her. She struggles in her restraints and sobs behind the tape over her mouth. Once he’s done and places her back on her stomach, I straddle her upper back, almost sitting on her shoulders so I don’t break her restrained arms. Taking a hand full of her blond hair, I grip it and yank her head back and place her phone in front of her face. “You wanna be a shark, baby?” She sobs while her body shakes uncontrollably. I lean down, whispering in her ear, “Well, welcome to the group.”

I hold out my right hand, and Cole places the knife in it. I gather up all her hair in my fist and hold it out to Shane who still kneels in front of me at her head. “Hold it,” I order.

He pushes her forehead to the tile, holding her head down for me at an odd angle to expose the back of her neck. Then he places her head between his knees, making escape impossible. I take the knife and carve a tally mark along the soft skin right below her hairline. About an inch long. She screams into the gag as her body shakes and her skin breaks. The blood runs down the side of her neck onto the towel beneath her.

Then I hold it out, and Cole takes it. He carves another tally mark next to mine. Shane goes, and then Bennett does his. One by one, we each make our mark on her. A reminder that we fucking own her. That no matter what she does, or who she fucks, she belongs to us.

I reach my left hand out, and Bennett places the can of hair spray in it. I take the end of the towel and wipe it across the back of her neck. She whimpers as I smear the blood to see the four cuts and then spray the hair spray over them to help with the bleeding. I don’t want her to bleed to death. Just experience the excruciating pain that she deserves. I toss the can to the side once satisfied.

Cole takes the lighter that Shane pulls out of the bag and runs the knife through the flame, heating it before passing it back to me. I lay it across the lines to cauterize them. And her body fights mine while her muffled screams fill the bathroom.

Then Shane hands me the powder, and I dump it on there to seal what the knife didn’t get.

Getting up off her, she immediately rolls onto her side. Her eyes are closed as snot, tears, and blood cover her face. She lies at our feet with nothing but a bra and thong on. Her chest heaves, and she sobs behind her gag.

I kneel beside her and rip it off before shoving my fingers in her mouth to remove the washcloth.