Extraits

“There’s no escape, baby,” Ghost says, slamming into my ass, over and over.

“You fell into our trap,” Jason groans beside my ear, grazing his teeth on my shoulder. “We’re never letting you go.”

“Scream for us,” Ghost commands.

“Now that, little Quinn—” He firmly takes my jaw in his hand, tracing my lips with his thumb. “That is how you deserve to be fucked. Always.”

Although some people choose to dress up as monsters on Halloween night, others simply are monsters.

“Quinn!” she exclaims, pure vodka on her breath, as she grabs onto my arms to keep herself steady. “You’re here!”

“Somehow.”

“I had no idea you were coming,” she drunkenly babbles. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

She’s probably shocked to see me at a party, instead of my typical “snuggling in bed at our sorority house, reading smut books, and avoiding social gatherings”.

A sinister feeling washes over me to realize that these frat guys would have sexually assaulted me if they had been given the chance. If it wasn’t for Ghost, Jason, and Michael. My breathing hitches, and pure hatred boils in my veins, until Jason’s hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality. I gaze up at him, staring passionately into the eyes of his mask, and he knows. It’s as if he’s read my mind.