Chapter 11 The days that follow are strangely... routine. It's as if the birthday massacre-aptly named by Grey-never happened. Except it did. We're forced back into the usual formation, attending classes under watchful eyes, and shoved into the rooms of the questionable psychiatrists. Thankfully, I'm still with Dr. Smith, though he seems just as uncertain as the rest of us regarding his so-called employment. He doesn't voice it completely, but little comments and the change in his demeanor just confirm the shift in energy that's radiating through Lilydale. That doesn't appear to slow him down though. He makes a point of being overly engaging in our sessions, almost to the point of being obnoxious. We've gone back several months and it takes all my strength not to be annoyed at his persistent questions about my feelings. I understand where he's coming from. I know he's taking his role very seriously now after everything that happened. But at the end of the day, I'm not okay. Maybe on the surface I am, but people are still dead. Not to mention Damon is still in hospital, patients are missing again, and at any moment, Alexander is going to pop up to make good on his threats. No one is okay-even though we have to pretend that we are. Despite all the new guards on patrol, I've yet to see Whitface since the day he poked his ugly mug into the hall. And when we finally get our hands on the new cell phones, it's apparent why. 'There's a whole bunch of news articles,' I murmur, swinging my legs from atop the desk. Grey looks up from the library table, nodding in agreement. 'A few reek of Arthur, but there's a couple of local newspapers that have clearly gone rogue. Read the one from the Herald.' I click on the link in the list of articles. My eyes immediately get fixated on the title, eyebrows raising at the blunt directness. PATIENTS SHOT. MANY DEAD IN REHAB CENTER BLOODBATH Last Friday, 6th June, authorities were called to the Lilydale Foundation Center after reports of an altercation between staff and patients. Upon arriving at the facility, initial reports suggested that several people were injured, with some suffering from gunshot wounds. In addition, staff and patients were also being treated for injuries relating to physical altercations. The facility supervisor of Lilydale, Mr. Arthur Whittingham, gave a brief statement on the steps of the center, advising that several patients had started showing signs of aggression. When staff were called to deal with the situation, patients allegedly became violent, resulting in four people being pronounced dead at the scene as well as multiple counts of injury. 'Unfortunately, it is part of the job to deal with situations such as these. We are well equipped at the Lilydale Foundation Center to handle our patients, and empathize that they are on detailed, intimate programs to help them rehabilitate from their past crimes and upbringings. Sadly, we lost members of staff today, and while we would never give up on patients, it is clear that some are not safe to return to the community despite our expert guidance and treatment programs,' Mr. Whittingham stated to the reporters on scene. Lilydale Foundation Center was established over half a decade ago by a private organization. During its tenure, it has claimed to have successfully rehabilitated hundreds of patients. However, this reporter has been unable to find evidence to support these statistics. When asked about the deaths, Mr. Whittingham was unwilling to provide details. However, according to a spokesperson for the local hospital, several staff and patients were being treated for injuries, including one with a gunshot wound. We reached out to Mr. Whittingham for further comment regarding this, but at the time of press, have not received a response. 'Wow,' I murmur, lowering the screen. 'They know about Damon.' 'I'm not surprised,' Theo says from the corner of the room. He's leaning against the wall, one leg propped up with his arms folded. 'Reporters will go to any lengths for a story. One even tried to sneak into Madison's funeral just to get inside details.' Frowning, I share a look with Grey, unsure just how much he knows about Theo's history. He nods in agreement about the reporters but doesn't prompt Theo for more information. 'And how did that work out?' I ask knowingly. Theo shrugs. 'I broke his camera... and his hand.' Yep. Called it. Grey taps away on the keys of his cell, pausing before giving me a suspicious grin. 'Check your phone in a minute, little killer.' I glance down at the same time it buzzes in my hand, a text message notification appearing. Clicking into it, I feel both sets of curious eyes on me, but it's momentarily forgotten as I read the message. Damon: Hello wife. 'He's received the cell phone?' I ask excitedly, eyes blown wide. Dr. Smith mentioned in our session earlier about taking a trip to the hospital to deliver the goods, but I didn't expect it to be this quick. Having a direct line to Damon suddenly feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. 'Yep,' Grey confirms, flashing me a Cheshire grin. 'I'll no doubt be getting requests from him in the middle of the night. I'm fairly confident that Deadman doesn't actually sleep-or if he does it's with one eye open.' I don't respond, other than an amused snort, as I punch back a reply. You better be resting and taking those pain meds. Damon: Or what? Come and steal my buzzer again. I dare you. 'Arrogant shithead,' I mutter, earning a laugh from Grey. 'You married him,' Theo points out. Swinging around to look at him, I cock an eyebrow. 'Seriously. Again? You three are still in trouble for pulling that stunt without me knowing.' 'Please,' Grey laughs, tilting his chair back. 'You sealed your fate the first day you slapped him.' Grumbling, I shake my head. 'And here I thought the biggest issue was going to be Damon murdering me.' 'It's still a life sentence. Just a different kind. It comes with benefits,' Grey grins. Before I can think of a witty comeback, the device buzzes again with a new message. Damon: I trust the other two are looking after you. No doubt Grey is giving you some kind of shit right now. 'He's on to you,' I laugh, glancing over at Grey. 'So, I'd behave.' He stands and rounds the table, plucking the cell from my hand. I assume he's just going to read the message, so all I can do is yelp when he moves behind me and lifts my shirt. Before I can react or unfreeze, his hand grabs my tit, an obvious camera shutter sound coming from the device. 'Motivation,' Grey says lazily. 'To get back here.' I snatch the cell back just in time to see the photo send, my chest on full display and being groped by Grey. 'I'd ask if you're insane, but we already know the answer to that,' I mutter, fixing my shirt back into place. As soon as it was shower time after I arrived back from the hospital, the guards took my precious sweatpants and cotton tee, shoving me back into the dull Lilydale uniform. They have probably burned my gifted attire, a thought that pisses me off but at the same time is no surprise. The library is quiet as usual, though there's still the lingering scent of food from last night. Grey and I both agreed that Leighton deserved a send-off in style, the whole Cirque des Morts family, sans Damon, honoring our fallen friend after Grey broke the news. We stayed later than usual, swapping stories and drinking in Leighton's memory. While it's all we can do at the moment, those assholes are going to pay for what they did to him-to all of us. They are going to burn for taking someone from us. It was also a chance to feed everyone properly, the kitchen staff more willing than ever to prepare the menu I created. We're going to need all the energy we can get for what's coming. Something tells me the kitchen staff aren't too pleased with Whitface and his bullshit either. 'Uh, oh,' I mutter as the cell buzzes with Damon's reply. This can either go one of two ways-either he's standoffish about it or... Damon: Grey, they deserve better attention than that. At least use your mouth. 'What did he say?' Grey asks, trying to sneak a peek. I hide the cell, clutching it to my chest as I stroll over to Theo for protection. 'Nice try,' I tell him, leaning back against my dark, tattooed psycho. Theo's arms wrap around me in a possessive grab, thoroughly shielding me from Grey. Stormy irises narrow at the challenge, and for a moment, I start to wonder who would win in a fight. They are both as strong and psychotic as each other. If I wasn't worried about them both getting hurt, I'd almost pay to witness that fight. Before I can fall down that steamy mental rabbit hole, a hand trails down my collarbone, snatching the cell and catching me off guard. Theo recites the text message word for word, much to the amusement of Grey. 'You goddamn traitor,' I grunt in jest to Theo, attempting to break loose from his hold but he pins me to his frame. Grey stalks over slowly and I realize very quickly that any thoughts of the two of them squaring off are irrelevant when I'm the prey. I can't overpower one of them, let alone both. 'You heard Deadman,' Grey grins, lifting my shirt again and ripping it off, taking the cell from Theo. Muscular arms pin mine to my sides, making it impossible to squirm away. I feel Grey's warm breath on my nipple before his tongue flicks at the tip, engulfing it in his mouth while snapping more pics. Well, this has well and truly backfired on me in the best way. Grey's hand cups my breast, fingers digging in as he teases me with his hot, wet mouth. My back arches against Theo, the man himself still pinning me as I bite my lip to stay quiet. 'Well this won't do,' Grey tsks. 'Don't you dare hide from us. We want to hear everything.' He drops to his knees in front of me, hands reaching for my shorts. In one swift move they are at my feet along with my underwear, leaving me bare and exposed. A shiver runs through me but it's nothing to do with being cold. It's because both of their eyes and hands are on me, burning me faster than I can prepare for. 'Put your leg over his shoulder,' Theo instructs, lifting my thigh without waiting for a response. Between the two of them, they hoist my body into position, and I barely have time to brace myself before Grey's mouth is on me, dragging his tongue up the entire length of my cunt. When his mouth finally stops on my clit, my hips jolt with a small moan. Theo holds me and suddenly I'm thankful for his hands because I'm not confident that I'd be able to stand when my grounded leg starts to shake. 'Theo,' Grey murmurs against me, and I'm too distracted to spot their sneaky hand switch with my cell. The shutter sounds faintly register in my head but I'm too preoccupied with Grey's head to take much notice. His tongue swishes around my clit, moments before his hand snakes up my inner thigh. Fingers press against my entrance, timing perfectly with more clicking sounds from the cell as they invade my body. 'Are you going to come on his fingers?' Theo whispers in my ear, teeth nipping my earlobe. All I can muster is a small nod, feeling the pleasure grow in my body. It crashes through me hard and fast, my knee buckling as strong hands circle my waist and keep me upright. I'm still working my way through my climax when Grey brushes against my torso, the thick head of his cock lining up with my body. He pushes inside, the movement shoving me back into Theo as the two of them sandwich me between them. Pleasure rushes through me again as I stretch to accommodate him, pulsating around his length as he begins fucking me into Theo. Lips fall onto my neck, my head tilting sideways to give Theo more room. I'll never get over this feeling, how they make me feel as if I'm floating through different dimensions with their bodies. There's another shift of hands as I'm passed off to Grey, his arms lifting me off the ground entirely. My ankles cross themselves behind him on autopilot as I wrap my arms around his neck, smashing my mouth into his. It feels like mere seconds have passed before I'm lowered back against Theo again, but I'm instantly aware that it's a different sensation. I can feel his warm skin against mine and when I turn my head to confirm my lack of clothing suspicions, his lips crush into mine. Sweet distractions serve their purpose, my mind fizzling with static. It's only when Grey stops moving, his cock buried deep in me, do I realize what's happening. 'Theo?' I mutter with hesitation. 'Sshh,' Grey soothes, using his weight to hold me still and freeing a hand to grab my face. 'Eyes on me.' A finger strokes the junction where Grey and I are joined, my body tensing when it pushes inside. Even just the sole digit makes me aware of the stretch, burning as Theo gently coaxes his finger inside. My eyes widen, a range of emotions flooding through me. Shit. Theo has his finger inside my cunt while Grey is bottomed out in me. Another finger joins the mix, stretching me further until after a few gentle pumps the burning goes away and is replaced by ecstasy. Grey groans, hand digging into my body as he rests his face against the crook of my neck. 'Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight.' I can't form words, my frame sagging between them. And when I feel the unmistakable head of Theo's cock swapping with his fingers, I gasp. 'You're not going to fit,' I argue quickly, swallowing hard. 'Relax,' Theo murmurs, lips brushing the nape of my neck. 'Grey...' I have no idea how he manages, but somehow, we turn into a life-sized game of Twister, Grey's hand leaving my face to push between us. His fingers stroke my clit, relaxing me. When I've stopped tensing, Theo slowly pushes forward. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. My breath staggers as I'm stretched beyond limits, Theo's hardened cock sliding in alongside Grey's. I barely notice that I'm holding my breath until I start to see spots in my eyes, their soft groans bringing me back to reality. Taking a deep breath, I whine quietly, letting Theo kiss me like his life depends on it. A hand wraps itself around my twisted neck, and Grey's calming voice infiltrates my ears. 'You're taking us so fucking well, little killer.' There's something so fucking hot about the fact their dicks are both rubbing against each other in me. Shivers shake through my body, a small moan escaping into Theo's mouth, and the two of them take that as their cue to start moving. I stop breathing again for a few seconds, mouth falling open against Theo's lips. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and as suspected, my brain has left the building. But that's okay-because I'm more than fine when my body adjusts to the two of them, fingers still dancing around my clit. They take turns thrusting into me, my legs still locked around Grey's back as I'm held upright by Theo. Breaking my mouth away from the man behind me, I change my focus to Grey, our tongues battling for dominance. As if sensing my need to lose control, Grey slows his movements, tongue gently gliding over the tip of mine, drawing out every little sensation in my body. Speed increases against my clit, my orgasm ripping through me faster than I can see coming. I scream into Grey's mouth, the two of them suddenly fucking me in unison with no holds barred. My vision crashes into shades of white, body spasming around them as I fall over the cliff. No, not fall. I'm thrown head first, frantically clawing at the two of them wherever my hands can reach. There's a wetness under my fingertips on Grey's back as I dig my nails in, earning me a low groan as he jerks hard into me, his release coming out of nowhere. Behind me, my other hand fists Theo's hair, and in any other circumstance, I'd worry about hurting him with how rough I'm pulling the strands. He just growls deep in his chest, arms crushing me against his body as he joins us in the climatic bliss, stilling while he fills me like Grey. And that's the last thing I remember. Grey takes me into his arms as Theo bends down, retrieving something from the floor. There's a quick clicking sound and a flash of light in my direction, and then I pass out.