Chapter 160: Monsters And Their Prey

My jeans were unzipped now, underwear yanked down just enough to expose what they wanted. The cold air bit into my skin, and shame flushed over me hotter than anything else. One of them reached around and grabbed me again—my cock still betraying me, semi-hard despite everything.

"Sick little thing," the one behind me laughed. "Still leaking."

"Don’t worry," the other added, his voice almost tender. "They all confuse fear for lust at first."

Tears stung the corners of my eyes.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t sex. This is a game I already lost.

I bit my lip harder—so hard I tasted blood again. But still didn’t speak.

I wouldn’t beg. Not yet.

Then, somewhere outside—through the stone walls or metal vents—I heard it:

A scream.

It wasn’t mine.

It was human.

Young. Fragile. Full of desperation.

Someone crying.

A voice sobbed something over and over—"Please stop, I’ll do anything, please—"

I froze. My stomach turned.

The two around me chuckled.

"Another freshman," the one holding my hips said. "They cry louder when they still believe someone’s coming to save them."

The other leaned down again, close enough to press his lips against my ear.

"No one is coming," he whispered.

Then he licked the tear from my cheek.

They used their hands, their mouths, their claws—testing me, hurting me just enough to leave marks. One of them bit my shoulder hard enough to bruise. Another clawed lines across my lower back, deep but not enough to bleed out. They took turns pinning me, pressing me to the ground like a dog they were training into obedience.

I shook. I trembled. I cried silently, unable to stop the tears now as my knees gave out and I collapsed under them.

They took turns. Sometimes together. Sometimes rough. Sometimes whispering terrible things into my ears.

The pain wasn’t just physical.

It was the realization that I was never getting out.

That I wasn’t a student.

I was a pet.

A toy.

A body.

When it was over, I lay there, trembling. Used. Empty. The floor sticky beneath me, my throat raw, my body aching from places I didn’t want to think about.

They laughed as they redressed.

"He’ll break soon," one of them said. "But we’ll make him beg first."

"We always do."

"I give him a week before he begs to be used," the other replied.

They laughed again—cruel and careless.

They left me there.

cold

Naked.

Bleeding.

Broken.

of my mind, beneath the horror and the pain, a

to

they ruin you

dry, soundless sobs. My wrists ached from how they’d

move for

Couldn’t think.

just laid

nearby, the other human was

this hell, someone else was begging to

do was lay

********

I stayed there.

floor. Curled

For hours.

Not to help. Not even

Just silence.

enough to move—I forced myself up. My legs were stiff. My shirt hung off me in tatters, and the dried blood on my back pulled tight against my skin

didn’t think.

I just went.

nearest washroom was empty—at least for now. I staggered inside, locking the stall behind me with shaking fingers. I stood under the flickering lights, staring at myself in the cracked mirror, and tried to make

But nothing made sense.

too wild to be real. Too

marks. The aching sting between my legs. The scent of blood I couldn’t scrub out of my nose. It all proved the same

It was real.

I wanted it to be

best I could. I used rough brown paper towels to wipe the blood from my neck and arms. My shirt was ruined, but I managed to put it back on anyway, just

I left the

I made my way back to the

passed—I didn’t see people anymore. I saw monsters in waiting. Fangs beneath smiles. Claws hidden behind friendly waves. No one

excitement I’d had when I got

Gone.

replaced by dread. Bone-deep,

what I’d just survived—I’d get some time.

of the

The blonde.

the face of a

human. Another freshman. Her voice was syrupy sweet, seductive,

I’ll never think of it as

the garden of

sensing me. Her face shifted, and

Wide.

Too wide.

gleaming white fangs flashed between them

see if she’d

I bolted.

stop to breathe. Didn’t stop to look back.

the door

From the inside.

no—please," I gasped, banging on it with both fists. "Let

were another monster. I just needed a door. A lock. A wall

long second, the

slamming

then did

bad looking. He opened his mouth to ask something, probably what the hell’s going

But I didn’t answer.

speak

curled up beneath the blanket, and

didn’t want to talk

I couldn’t.

it would

it to

A nightmare.

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