dark revenge chapter 5

CALI:

Something bad happened. And I was a part of it. They talked me into it. The whole clique. MacKenzie, Natasha, CeCe, Kasey and even Daphne and Keira. They told me Kylie deserved it.

They told me it would be fun. They promised it would be a harmless prank. But it wasn't. Not even close. And I still played a part. I did the worst bit. 

It all started when we found that old warehouse. It was perfect for our little "game." We brought Kylie there, blindfolded and tied up. We told her it was just another stupid prank, nothing serious. But it was serious. We all knew it. We all knew what we were about to do to her.

We stripped her naked, bound her to a chair. Then we took turns, each of us doing our worst. Daphne was first. She stood over Kylie, her face twisted into a mask of hate. She smeared chocolate sauce across Kylie's body, rubbing it into her skin until she was covered in a thick layer of it. Then she used a feather duster to draw lines and circles on her chest, her belly, her thighs. It was sickening to watch.

She reached between Kylie's legs and spread her lips apart, revealing her most private parts. Daphne took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she dipped her finger into the sticky mess we'd made her eat earlier. She drew a circle around Kylie's clit, over and over again, her finger leaving a trail of gooey residue. Then she thrust her fingers inside, pushing them deeper and deeper, as if she were trying to make Kylie feel as violated as she was.

It was horrifying to see. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't tear my eyes from the scene unfolding before me. When Daphne finally stood up, I could see the satisfaction in her face, the knowledge that she'd just inflicted pain upon someone who'd once been her friend. It was then that I realized how twisted our little game had become. And I still took part. 

Then it was Keira. Another of Kylie's old best friends. She took a deep breath and leaned in, her face mere inches from Kylie's. I could see the anger in her eyes, the hatred that she felt for Kylie. She started by licking a line up Kylie's chest, from her navel to her collarbone. Then she trailed her tongue over Kylie's breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples until they were hard and aching.

She moved lower, her hands gripping Kylie's hips as she licked and kissed her way down. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Keira used to be so sweet, so innocent. Now she was acting like a complete animal, a predator stalking its prey. She pushed Kylie's legs apart and knelt between them, her face level with her most intimate places. She licked at her folds, her tongue darting in and out as she tasted her. It was sickening, disgusting, but I couldn't look away.

Keira's lips found Kylie's clit, sucking on it with a hunger that was both erotic and terrifying. She moaned, her hands gripping Kylie's hips as she moved back and forth, using her mouth to bring Kylie to orgasm against her will. It was then that I realized how far we'd all gone. How twisted our little game had become. And yet, there was still more to come.

Kasey, the quiet one, the one who always stood back was next. She didn't even know Kylie and yet she was doing this. It made me wonder if any of us were truly innocent anymore. When she stepped forward, I could see the hatred burning in her eyes. Because of what I told her about how she ditched me.

She took a deep breath and approached Kylie, her face twisted into a snarl. Without any hesitation, she grabbed a pair of scissors from a nearby table and sliced off one of Kylie's locks of hair. Then she cut another, and another, until Kylie's beautiful hair was ragged and uneven. Blood trickled down her neck, staining her skin.

Kasey didn't stop there. She took a knife and began to carve words into Kylie's flesh. "I HATE YOU" she carved across Kylie's chest, right over her heart. "YOU'RE NOTHING." She carved another word above her breast, just below her shoulder. "YOU DON'T BELONG HERE." And then she sliced into Kylie's arm, drawing a long, jagged line from her elbow to her wrist. Blood oozed out, staining the chair and the floor. It was horrifying to see, but I couldn't look away.

When Kasey finally stepped back, there was a strange look in her eyes. It was almost as if she'd found some sort of twisted satisfaction in what she'd just done.

Natasha glanced around the room, her expression calculating. She knew she was next. She took a deep breath and walked over to Kylie, her movements slow and deliberate. When she reached out to touch her, Kylie flinched away, but Natasha didn't care. She gripped a handful of Kylie's hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. Then, using a pair of safety pins she'd found earlier, she began to pierce Kylie's flesh, attaching the pins to her earlobbe, her lips, her tongue. Blood trickled down Kylie's neck, staining her skin.

CeCe stepped forward next, her expression a mix of anger and determination. She grabbed a lit cigarette from an ashtray and pressed it against Kylie's bare skin, watching as it burned a small, dark circle into her stomach. Then she moved lower, trapping Kylie's leg between two chairs and using the cigarette to brand her thigh. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as CeCe worked her way down Kylie's body, leaving a trail of charred marks in her wake.

It was MacKenzie's turn. She walked over to Kylie, her movements jerky and unsettled. When she reached out to touch her, Kylie tried to pull away, but MacKenzie's grip was surprisingly strong.

She leaned in close, her breath hot against Kylie's ear. "I don't know why you did it," she whispered, her voice shaking with anger. "But I'm going to make you pay." Then, with a sudden surge of hatred, she bit down hard on Kylie's earlobe, tearing a chunk of flesh free. Blood trickled down Kylie's neck and stained her shirt.

They all circled around Kylie like predators, their eyes full of malice. They knew that they were unstoppable now, that they could do anything they wanted to Kylie. And what they wanted was revenge. And it was me who was going to inflict it. I had the finale. the most brutal and inappropriate of them all.

I walked up to Kylie, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands shaking. I reached out and took her face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palms. Then, I leaned in close, so close that our breaths mingled together.

"You never understood," I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. "You never understood what you had. You threw it all away." I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to push down the anger and the hurt, trying to focus on the task at hand. "But I'm going to make you understand."

I felt bad for her, in a way. She was naked, bleeding, her hair was cut off raggedly with words cut into her chest. But I had to. I had to finish this. I had to make her understand. I wouldn't kill her but I would make her pay and feel unsafe. So I did it. I hurt her. They cheered. She was broken. I felt shitty.