“I don’t want to pick sides, but she has a point,” Jamie interjected. “I thought he just wanted to freak us out, but I don’t think he has plans of letting us out of here alive. We need to figure out how to get out of here.”
I shook my head. They were delusional to think we’d make it out of here alive. Even if we made it out of this house, we had no idea what awaited outside. Luther had years to formulate this plan and get everything into place. He was a meticulous man, even when he was younger. Everything he did always had an order. His motto was that patience made no room for error and he’d been more than patient when waiting to strike. We had no idea where we even were, so an escape plan was impossible to make right now.
“Sevyn?” Rebecca called out. “Are you down?”
“No,” I said.
“What? What do you mean no?” she snapped. “It’s nice that you’ll be last no matter what, but we don’t want to die.”
“There’s no way out of here. You don’t know what’s outside or if there are people all over this property—”
“I didn’t see anyone outside,” Allison spoke up before looking over her shoulder to see if someone was returning. “Wherever we are, we’re deep in the woods. Like, deep enough to where I know for a fact that we’re not in Miami. Even if we got away from them, there’s no telling how far from a store or civilization we are.”
“And considering it took that guy forever to get Carrie’s food, I have a feeling we’re a long way from a town with Chipotle,” Crystal added.
Sarah sighed. “So long story short, we’re fucked,” she murmured.
All of us sat in silence, as there was no doubt that we were royally fucked in this situation.
And there wasn’t a damn thing that could be done to prevent it.
LUTHER
I dropped the axe I used to sever Carrie’s head and wiped my forehead on the back of my arm. Part one of seven was now done. I didn’t want to just kill the woman, as that wouldn’t do shit. I wanted to send a message to the judicial system of Miami and to all the rich fucks that thought their money made them untouchable. They may have thought they all got away with murder because of their money, but Carrie’s folks were about to get a rude awakening when they received their daughter’s head in a box.
“So, how do you want me to do this?” Ryan asked as he squirted lighter fluid on Carrie’s clothes. “Who do you want me to send this to? The judge or the parents?”
“Not the judge. I think you should hijack the mail truck in their neighborhood, get rid of the mailman—”
“Kill the mailman?” he asked with a raised brow. “Killing someone in broad daylight doesn’t sound like a good idea in a high scale neighborhood.”
“So, what do you suggest, genius?” I asked with a frown.
“How about I get in full disguise or something? Tell the mailman that I want to send a gift to my daughter for her birthday, but my ex-wife won’t let me see her. I can just give them the package to them to give it to her parents or something. That way, the parents won’t see me, and I’ll have enough time to get the hell out of dodge before they realize what’s really going on. If anything, they’ll question the mailman, who still won’t have an accurate description of me because of the disguise.”
“That idea is actually dope as fuck if we’re being honest,” Jake said, nodding in approval. I couldn’t lie; it was a genius idea. Ryan could be a major dick at times, but he was just as thorough as I was. He’d even thought about shit I hadn’t even thought about. There was no need to kill the mailman, otherwise, he’d have to dump the truck somewhere. I didn’t want anymore bodies on my hands aside from the ones I needed, so there was no need to tie an innocent person up into shit that had nothing to do with them. No need to let someone else die because of something we were trying to cover up.
“Then it’s settled. What’s your disguise though?” I asked. Because this house was our stomping grounds, we usually got ready here before we went out for our victims. That usually meant disguises to mask our appearance in the event we snatched them up from places that could possibly have cameras. Prosthetics, casts, wigs, fat suits, you named it, we had it.
“I’ll have to look to see what we have, but you’ll see it before I leave tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan. In the meantime, wrap her up and put her head in the large freezer for now. Get the other girls to their room and you all can have a little fun with them if you want. I’ll deal with Sevyn.”
I struck a match and burned a wad of paper with a little gasoline on it. The fire quickly roared to life and I tossed the paper into the pit with Carrie. Her dress quickly caught fire before it finally consumed her headless body. We all stared at the raging fire in silence. The guys had taken off their masks at this point, the heat from the Florida sun beaming down on all of us.
“How much do you guys wanna bet that those bitches are trying to formulate a plan to escape?” Victor finally said, breaking the silence between us.
Curtis snorted. “There’s literally nowhere to go, and that’s if they can even navigate these woods to get to the gravel road anyway,” he said.
This house was perfectly hidden. You couldn’t drive all the way to it, which was why we needed the girls to be drugged to actually bring them here. We’d drove our cars to the end spot, so to outsiders, it would just seem like we were a group of people going camping in the woods because there was no house in sight. A nearly one-mile hike to the house could be hard when you had a fighting victim, and the last thing you’d want in a place like this was to have a victim run off. We had the safest path to the house memorized at this point, so navigating the woods was no problem for us. There was danger all around the women that they weren’t even aware of. Bear traps, net traps, trip wire that activated weapons in trees that released tranquilizers. I mean I was an engineer after all. If anyone aside from me and the guys were ever brought to this house, they weren’t leaving alive.
“Them trying to escape is the least of my worries,” I said, my eyes still on Carrie’s body. “They can’t seem to come up with anything on their own without having to be up Sevyn’s ass for approval.”
“You’d think they’d get a clue on their own considering that Sevyn is the main reason they’re here in the first place,” Tony mused.
“Well, I’m not sure what you expect from a group of dense sluts,” Ryan said, frowning as he watched Carrie’s body burn. “Even though the girl was annoying as fuck, she was more bearable than those other ones.”
“I don’t care if she was better than the others. She got what she deserved,” I mumbled. “It’ll take time for the body to fully burn. Ryan, you can keep coming to check on it. The metal plate she’s on will accelerate the burning process. Once she’s burned down to ashes, you can put them in a container to dispose of in the ocean.”
“You got it,” Ryan said with a nod. “Since my girl is dead, I’m going to head into town to grab food.”
“Can you actually get us something this time?” Tony asked with a frown. Ryan looked to me, but I only shrugged and grinned.
“Whatever, man,” he said and sighed. “You need to get inside and write down what it is that you want. I don’t want to have to drive all over town getting shit from different places.”
And with the mention of food, the guys completely forgot about the fire and followed Ryan into the house, leaving me at the fire pit. A wave of satisfaction ran through me as I watched for a few more moments before looking up at the sky.
“Everything is going according to plan, sis,” I said to the clear sky above. “Only six more to go before justice is fully served.”
And I swore on my life that they’d all pay for what they’d done.
Once the guys gave Ryan their food orders, they each took their remaining girl and dragged them back to the rooms they’d occupied the night before. Sevyn wouldn’t look at me. Her head was bowed, her hair hanging in her face as she sniffled softly. I ground my teeth. It pissed me off to see her
so distraught over Carrie’s death when she didn’t show that same kind of sympathy when Logan died. Even to this day, my sister’s room was still decorated as it was when she was alive. Pictures of her and Sevyn still covered her walls in that bullshit teen girl scrapbooking style. Even after all Sevyn and her clique did to her, she never got rid of those pictures.
I’d asked my mom about the pictures when I came home from school after everything happened. If I were Logan, there was no way I’d keep pictures of the bitch tormenting me no matter how close we were. My mom would always look at the picture with tears in her eyes before she’d answer with the same thing she did anytime I asked her that. “Logan always said that she wanted to remember the Sevyn she knew. She said that while she didn’t like what Sevyn had become, she didn’t want to get rid of memories she shared with Sevyn that made her happy.”
I used to always get so pissed about my sister’s forgiving nature. So many bitches took advantage of that and my sister would always forgive them with a smile on her face. She always had people’s best interest at heart, and she hated seeing people hurt her friends. She and I got into a few sibling fights whenever she thought I was being an asshole to her friends. I ground my teeth when I thought about our last fight.
“What the hell are you doing?!” she shrieked when she burst into my room. The girl currently riding my cock jumped off of me, grabbing my sheets to cover her naked body.
“What the fuck?” the girl exclaimed, looking between me and my sister. I’d met her the night before at a party and couldn’t remember her name to save my life. What I did remember was that she had amazing tits and a tight pussy that I wanted more of before I kicked her out. My main objective that summer was to fuck as many girls as I could before going back to college in the fall.
“Seriously, Luther, what the hell are you doing?” Logan asked again, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes.
“Trying to get laid, Logan. Get the fuck out,” I retorted, throwing a pillow at her. She caught it and threw it back to me, focusing her gaze on the girl in my bed.
“For your information, he’s dating my best friend right now. If you don’t want her to come over here and beat you to a pulp, I’d advise you to leave,” Logan stated.
“Girlfriend? You said you were single, you prick,” the girl said, slapping my bare chest.
“Ow,” I protested. “I am single. It’s not my fault my sister’s high school friend has a crush on me. You don’t have to leave, Ashley.”
“It’s Makayla, you dick,” she mumbled as she snatched the sheets off the bed, exposing my hard cock as she quickly grabbed her clothes from the floor and ran off into my personal bathroom.
“Gross, you need to cover yourself,” Logan said, putting her hand over her eyes.
“If you don’t want to see it, then get the hell out,” I snapped. “I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done.”
“Luther, you need to figure out what it is that you want. I won’t let you hurt Sevyn,” she said, her voice firm. “I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t tell her what you’ve done.”
“So, you’ll throw your own brother under the bus?” I asked with a raised brow. She stared at me long and hard.
“I won’t let you hurt her because you want to be a man whore, Luther. That’s not fair to her. She doesn’t trust guys often and for some messed up reason, she trusts you. And if she were to find out that you’re doing this and that I knew you were doing this, she’s going to hate me just as much as she hates you. I’m not going to allow that to happen!”
Tears burned in her eyes as she yelled at me, usually riddling me with guilt when she did that. I sighed and sat up, pulling on the pair of boxers I’d tossed to the side.
“I hear you, Logan. You’re right; I don’t want you caught in the middle of this shit. I’ll talk to her,” I promised.
“You better, Luther. I didn’t even know the two of you were dating until she told me. If you’re going to date my friend, you need to be faithful and stick to her. She’s crazy about you; don’t mess that up.”
“Aye, aye, captain,” I said with a grin. She didn’t return it though, her mouth still settled in a frown as she closed my room door.
Makayla came out of the bathroom fully dressed. “Lose my number, asshole,” she mumbled as she crossed my room.
I only watched her leave before flopping back on my bed. It didn’t make a difference to me. I would’ve kicked her out eventually once she’d gotten me off. I chuckled to myself as I texted a couple of my friends to find out what party we were hitting up that night. I was headed back to college in a few weeks and I wanted to have as much fun as I could before school stressed me out.
Logan’s words echoed in my mind though. Before I could do anything else, I needed to deal with Sevyn before Logan had another breakdown.
I sighed deeply as I looked at Sevyn. The aftermath of my last conversation with Sevyn before all this shit happened probably contributed to her targeting Logan in the first place. It just didn’t make sense how someone could go from being attached-at-the-hip best friends to complete enemies. It had to be something more than the breakup that fueled that kind of hate and malice from her. I saw her at her most vulnerable. She’d shared shit with me in the few weeks we were together that I wasn’t sure she’d shared with anyone else. I wanted to get in her head this week, to get to the root of knowing why she did what she did. I personally did care to know why; in my mind, she was the enemy that I had to destroy in the name of my sister. But reading my sister’s diary after her death, the same question was repeated over and over again.
Why would Sevyn do this to me? I thought I did everything right to help her; why would she still do this to me?
For Logan’s sake, I’d find out Sevyn’s reason even if it were her dying words.
I untied Sevyn’s feet, holding her up as I worked to untie her arms. She didn’t try to fight me like I thought she was once she was fully untied. I put her on her feet and tightly gripped her arm, leading her to her room for the night. She walked alongside me silently, her head bowed and her hair hiding her face. I pulled her into a room empty of everything except a mattress on the floor. I watched her face as I put her wrists in shackles. She was blank of any visible emotion, just staring off into space with tears still rolling down her cheeks. When I finally let her go, she moved away from me, curling up into a corner and resting her head on the wall.
I tightened my jaw and stood up. There was a tiny sliver of me that wanted to feel a little guilt for the devastation I was sure she felt, but the loss I felt from my sister’s death made it hard for me to sympathize with her. Despite whatever sliver of the old Luther that might’ve loved the pathetic excuse of a woman a long time ago, all I wanted from her now were answers before I took her life.
Walking out of the room, I stepped into the room next door and grabbed a wooden chair. I went back to her room and sat the chair in the middle of the room before sitting in it. She still didn’t say anything or even look at me.
“Are you ready to tell me why?” I finally said after a long bout of silence.
“Tell you what?” she asked, her voice flat. She still had a blank expression on her face, her eyes making her look as if she was spaced out.
“Why you did everything you did to Logan?”
She finally cut her red, puffy eyes at me. “Would telling you stop you from killing anymore of my friends?”
“Nope.”
“Then why does it matter?” she muttered.
I exhaled deeply, trying to contain the annoyance bubbling up within me. “It mattered to Logan,” I said. “Matter of fact, hold on a second.”
I walked back out of the room jogged up the stairs of the basement, heading to my room. One of the many weapons that I planned to used to on Sevyn weren’t even things that could physically hurt her. Sevyn was a prideful woman who loved her friends fiercely; I’d already anticipated the fact that she’d take whatever punishment she could to escape having to choose which
of her friends would die. To account for that, I had to bring another secret weapon along.
My duffle bag sat in the middle of my bed. I grabbed it and rummaged around in it until my hand hit the leather material of Logan’s diary. It was one of the things of hers that I’d kept with me, using it as a way to feel close to her. On the outside, Logan always had this happy-go-lucky attitude about life, which sometimes made me jealous of her. But her diary described her real feelings. Her sadness, her pain, her loss. The things she wouldn’t say to others in order to not “burden them with her problems” were all chronicled in her diary.
I clutched the diary in my hand and made my way back to the basement. Sevyn raised her head to look at me when I re-entered the room and sat in the chair. She didn’t say a word as she watched me, her eyes trained on the diary as I flipped through the pages of it.
“Ah, here’s a good one. Let me show you the kind of friend that my sister was to you,” I said and cleared my throat.
Dear diary,
The craziest thing happened today. Sevyn admitted that she’s been messing around with Luther. Can you believe that? Apparently, this has been going on for a few weeks right under my nose. A part of me was upset. I mean I don’t want to get in between my best friend’s happiness, but I know how my idiot brother can be about girls. I just feel like this is going to end in disaster, which will somehow affect my friendship with Sevyn. The worst part? I know for a fact that Luther has been with other girls. He parades them around the house when Mom and Dad aren’t here and according to Sevyn, they’d been dating in secret for a little over a month. I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of this situation because I’m loyal to both my best friend and my brother. I know I’ll have to talk to Luther about this, but Sevyn made me promise not to say anything to him in case he gets mad at her. What in the world am I supposed to do now? Ugh. I guess I’ll figure it out. I seem to always have to figure everyone’s crap out.
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