Chapter 8

DIAMOND POV
 
Another fucking mistake. How did I trust someone completely and don’t expect them to fuck me up one day?
 
You know that so-called bestie thing is bullshit! Yeah, it does work for some people but not all, and I’m in that category right now.
 
How did it even happen that I can’t remember how I got to the room and slept on the same bed with Mr. Feud?
 
He said I liked the way he fucked me, and I told him that. He even said he made a record of it and had it saved in his iCloud. What the actual fuck is he after, and why me?
 
Yes, why fucking me? It’s the same question I should ask these three devils in front of me. Of all the people, why had they chosen to bully me?
 
My eyes sting with pain, and the tears feel like a blade cutting me deep into the inner layer of my eyes.
 
They fucking burn. More than the way it had been burning harshly for the past few weeks because I had been crying constantly as if I were in a competition to win a prize.
 
Sebastian, or whatever he’s called, pushes my head on the desk beside Harper; that’s his name, the guy who has been slightly grinning with his tiny yet adorable eyes.
 
Sebastian doesn’t press my head harder but keeps me in a position where I’m not able to fight or even move a muscle. He pins me down like one of his whores, and I will never be one of them.
 
They are cute as hell, but they are bloody, annoying devils. Anyway, the name devil suits them more.
 
I can feel his cock poking at my ass from his pants. And he doesn’t let go of my neck; he holds me tighter, as if he owes me, as if they owe me.
 
“What will you have me do?” My voice cracks because I’m not even able to speak because my heart beats faster, as if it’s going to pull out of my chest on its own.
 
“Obey orders.” Sebastian’s sinister voice ripples through my stomach, and for once, I want to puke.
 
I want to puke as I reason about the shit I’m going through now and the ones I’ve fucking gone through. I lost my dad and got betrayed by my asshole best friend, and now these devils are out to shatter the remaining hope I have to even live this fucking life.
 
“And if I don’t?” I like the daring me, even though I know I’m doomed and nobody is coming to save me from these devils.
 
“There is no other way to it. You only fucking obey orders, or your secret gets exposed to the entire school.” He warns; his hips touch the back of my ass, and for no stupid reason, my thigh is clenched as if it’s in sync with Sebastian's devilish motive.
 
“And what will you even gain by doing that?” I try to twist my hand from his hold, but as he said, if I try, I will only hurt myself, and he is not wrong. My wrist is hurting as I try to pull them out of his firm grip.
 
He is only holding me with one hand, and it’s this tight and a hell, as if I will break my wrist if I go harder.
 
“ Pleasure. Anything we have, go get from it. It will all be for our satisfaction and to teach you a fucking lesson as well.” His voice holds so much power, and the more I try not to get intimidated by it, the harder I flop.
 
I shudder as he replaces his hands on my throat with another one. He still has me in the same position, but I can feel his cock more than before. He is doing it on purpose, and I wish I could fucking punch him in the face.
 
“Now open.” He demands, with so much fucking authority. For a moment, I didn’t know he was talking to me until he made his hold harder around my throat.
 
“She’s gone daft, I guess. Another fucking pretence." The one called Weaver spills out bullshit, and it doesn’t end there; he comes near me and spanks me on my ass.
 
Bullshit! Assholes!
 
“What do you mean open?” I play dumb, but I know I’m only endangering myself because he holds my neck tighter this time, and I choke.
 
I struggle to breathe; I can’t even hold his hand because he has my two hands pinned behind my back. “If you fucking repeat that shit again, I’m going to fuck your throat so hard that you wouldn’t be able to eat or taste anything for days.” His threats were no jokes, and his voice is the most frightening thing I’ve ever seen.
 
“Now open, little mouse.” He doesn’t say it this time, but the fucking Weaver who is beside me. My eyes grew in size when I noticed his pants were down below his waist, and he was stroking his damn huge cock in his hand.
 
“Open your fucking mouth and suck his cock, pretender.” Sebastian commands landing a slap on my ass. How the fuck did I get into this fucking mess? I’m caged right now, and I can’t do anything to save myself.
 
“I won’t fucking do that!” I yell, and the moment I want to say another word, something is shoved into my mouth and hits the back of my throat so hard.
 
“All you do is fucking speak too much; now do the needful, little mouse.” I see a darker side to Weaver’s hazel-green forest eyes and his sinister smirks.
 
My eyes burn just as the back of my throat burns. I’ve never done this before. My throat feels like it wants to rip out because his cock is fucking huge, and my mouth hardly contains it.
 
“Fuck, her mouth is so small, and it’s making me harder. I just want to fuck it wide.” Weaver throws one of his hands into his hands and rolls his hips as he twists his cock in my mouth.
 
“Good, now she can’t even dare to speak, but just hold your cock in her fucking tight mouth.” Harper grins. I feel dominated; I can’t fight or speak but cry, just as my throat is crying right now from this cock.