CHAPTER 116
**WINTER**
Blood pounds in my ears, the world around me narrowing as I search for an escape.
I close my eyes tightly, trying to block out the terror rising inside me. I have to stay strong. I have to get out of this.
Ethan’s hand closes around my throat, forcing me to look at him. “You’re going to watch me come, bitch. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget I was here.”
“please st-,” I manage to whisper through the pressure on my throat, but he tightens his grip, cutting off my air.
“Beg again,” he hisses, his voice dripping with malicious pleasure. “That’s so fucking hot.” He groans as he comes, the warm liquid spilling over his hand and my chest.
Shame floods me, draining the last of my resistance. He grabs his phone and points it at me, capturing every humiliating moment. With a sickening smirk, he swipes his cum-covered hand over his phone screen and then pushes his finger toward my lips.
“Please, no—” I beg, but he shoves his finger into my mouth, forcing me to taste the grotesque residue.
“Keep begging, beautiful,” he taunts, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
His voice was laced with a drunken slur as he whispered, "I never knew revenge could be so sweet... defiling the one person Zion cares about, his step-sister, it's like I'm claiming a twisted victory." His hands groped my body, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer.
“Winter?” A voice calls out, sharp and desperate, and my heart leaps in response.
“WINTER?” Another voice joins in, filled with urgency.
Claire. Harry.
They’re here.
Relief floods over me mingled with fierce hope.
“Holly. Fucking. Shit.” Ethan’s face drains of colour as he looks between me and the encroaching voices. His eyes dart nervously toward the trees behind him, and a grim smile creeps onto my face.
“Looks like you’re about to get what you deserve,” I say with a chilling, hollow laugh, tears streaking down my cheeks.
“Any last requests?” I taunt, my voice trembling with a mix of dread and twisted satisfaction.
Just then, Harry bursts through the trees, his eyes widening in shock as he takes in the scene before him. His gaze flits from me to Ethan, who is frantically trying to tuck himself back into his jeans.
Harry’s expression hardens, his face contorting with anger. The tension snaps as he lunges forward, and in a heartbeat, all hell breaks loose.
A few minutes earlier...
**RONALD**
“Motherfucker,” I snap, my voice dripping with venom.
Harry took off after Tony with a ferocity that left no doubt about his intentions, his face twisted in a dark, unrelenting fury.
Clark stumbled forward, his drunk eyes gleaming with a mix of malice and mockery.
"Hey, shouldn't you be balls-deep in that girl you pulled from the bowl?" he slurred, a sloppy grin spreading across his face as he slurred,
"I mean, everyone else is getting it on. When are you going to finally seal the deal and fuck the girl you're supposed to be with?"
He chuckled, clearly amused by his own crudeness.
"I just had the girl I picked, twice already, and let me tell you, boy... for a virgin, she sure knows her way around a penis."
"Ethan fucking Wilde has her," I grit out, my jaw so tight it hurts, mind still spinning with rage.
Clark blinks, swaying slightly. "Wait... Ethan has who? Ohh, damn. That's low—even for him. Stealing the girl you picked? Should we, like, I dunno...go kick his ass or something?" He throws a lazy punch at the air, nearly toppling over.
"For fuck's sake, Clark, sober up!" I snap, grabbing his collar and shaking him hard.
"Ethan has Winter. She's alone with him, you fucking idiot! God knows what that psycho’s doing to her right now—probably trying to force himself on her-"
Clark freezes, blinking hard as the realization sinks in. "Oh... Oh, shit. Yeah, that's— that's really bad. Does Z know?"
No, he doesn't!
But when he finds out? He's gonna lose his shit. He acts like he fucking hates her, but I've seen the way he looks at her...
Shoving him aside, I storm through the crowded house, my pulse pounding louder with every frantic step.
Where the hell is Z?
Clark follows closely behind me, his earlier drunkardness seemingly sobered by the intensity of the situation.
As we move from room to room, we're met with a barrage of debauched scenes. We push open the door to the first bathroom, and I'm immediately confronted with a couple slammed against the counter, their bodies writhing in a drunken frenzy. The girl's eyes are glazed over, her mouth hanging open as she moans loudly. The guy is pounding away, his face twisted in a mix of pleasure and intoxication.
We move on to the next room, a bedroom this time, and it's more of the same. A group of people are sprawled across the bed, their bodies tangled together in a mess of arms and legs. One girl is riding some guy reverse cowgirl, her breasts bouncing wildly as she screams with pleasure. Another girl is on her knees beside them, taking it from behind from some other dude who's holding onto her hips for dear life.
Every door we open reveals another scene of drunken debauchery. People are having loud, sloppy sex everywhere - on beds, floors, even against walls.
And then, just as we're about to give up on one floor and move on to the next, I hear it. A girl's voice cuts through all the noise -
"Oh fuck yeah... Zion... you're such a fucking animal!" she screams at the top of her lungs.
My gut twists with anxiety as I spin around and take off towards the source of the sound
\- "Yes... yes... right there... fuck me harder!" The words grow louder and more intense until finally finding myself outside one last bedroom door where now even more clearly can be heard
“Zion” being said over and over again amidst loud moans
“Jesus,” Clark mutters beside me, his face contorting in disgust. Normally, the girl’s over-the-top praise might have been laughable, but right now, it only fuels my anger.
We burst into the bedroom just in time to see Zion against the wall with a girl. I grab his arm, pulling him away from her with such force that she nearly collapses.
“What the—” Zion starts, turning to face me with a look of raw irritation.
“Zion!” the girl cries out, looking betrayed as she reaches for him.
“Ronald, what the fuck—I was this close to releasing my load! ”
“Winter,” I cut him off, breathless, my chest heaving as I catch him fumbling to adjust himself.
“Winter again? Seriously?" Zion growls, clearly irritated, his face twisted in a scowl.
"I’m not interested in her right now, alright? So get the hell out and let me finish fucking little red here."
“Listen to me!” I shout, my voice sharp enough to cut through his building anger. Then, I drop the bombshell.
“Ethan has her.”
He freezes at those words, his body going rigid as the realization slams into him like a freight train.
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