𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄

─ ❝ act vi ❞

⎡ act vi - burns ⎦

┊❝ Your screams are so cute ❞┊

── "GUYS, I brought (Y/N)!" Dylan cheerfully called as he dragged (Y/N) with him to the small, secluded spot at the very back of the school that was straight out of a cliche manga panel, even more so the people who proliferated said cliche spot. "She was hiding really well, but you know me. I'm not one to give up on seeking so easily."

(Y/N) swallowed thickly.

She was faced with a dark, almost alleyway-like space that was partially hidden by large dumpsters next to the school while a clumps of trees on the other side further secluded them. Broken glass, a few graffitied walls, and several burnt out cigarette butts littered the space, but it was the people that really wrapped up the entire scene. There was Ian and Carmen—the latter obviously smoking—along with several other guys who had various piercings or tattoos, all with varying expressions of boredom or sadistic glee. For in the center of them all was another boy, this time a bit younger than the first victim (Y/N) knew about, blubbering on the ground begging for them to stop beating him.

(Y/N) forced herself to look away.

She physically couldn't bring herself to watch, flinching every time upon dull impact of foot or fist, or she knew she would be ill.

"Who the fuck is that?" One asked.

"Heh, she's hot," another proclaimed.

"Yeah, she looks fucking easy," a different boy pointed out with a lecherous chuckle.

"You all are disgusting," yet another groaned.

"She's my new friend, so if you know any better, you'll treat her well," Dylan instead proclaimed as he stopped just before the small group with (Y/N) next to him, a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes, something that made the other boys look away uncomfortably. "Anyways, are you still working on this guy? What was his name again?"

"You don't remember?" Member one snorted.

"Can't say I care enough to," Dylan shrugged as he leaned against (Y/N), snagging a cigarette from Carmen to light and smoke.

"Hey," member two kicked the bawling boy in the face, his nose bleeding after the fact and leaving him disoriented. "Your name."

"R-Ryan..." he whimpered.

"Apparently it's Ryan," member three muttered as he flicked his burnt cigarette away.

"Ah," Dylan's eyes lit up at the name, recognition flitting across his face. "Here, (Y/N)." Giving the girl his cigarette who held it as if it were a live snake, he then crouched down beside the boy and grabbed him up by the ear, ignoring his cries of pain to instead say with a dark grin, "Okay, Ryan. I remember you.  You were the fucking pervert who set up those cameras in the girls' locker room and then had the steel balls to blame it on me. The shit you put me through... good thing I'm paying it back tenfold so you don't forget your place."

Shoving Ryan's head back in the cement ground, scraping his cheek raw, Dylan stood back up and took his cigarette from (Y/N), taking a long drag before puffing it out with a scowl.

With Dylan and the other four boys were occupied with Ryan, Carmen took that as her chance to call (Y/N) over. And though (Y/N) initially tried to ignore Carmen, it wasn't longer before Ian grabbed her by the wrist to drag her over to the girl, annoyed by her incessant complaining and wanting someone else to alleviate her squawking.

"Hi, again," Carmen hummed with a tilt of her head, one arm folded over the other.

"Hi..." (Y/N) mumbled apprehensively.

"I didn't think I'd see you again when Dylan informed us that you were hiding like a little rat," she bit out that last word, her blue eyes sharpening into dangerous slits. "But here you are... drug out of your little nest, and for what?"

"Excuse me?" She raised her defenses.

Carmen stared at her, her mood withering the longer she gazed upon the girl who so easily and so quickly had captured Dylan's attention.

It was enough to make her blood boil.

"Hold your arm out," she demanded, but of course, (Y/N) refused, and by then, her patience was wearing thin very fast. "I wasn't asking, bitch." She was seething, her brow twitching in irritation, as she once more ordered, "Hold out your arm."

When her request was denied once again, Carmen shot her hand forward to grab (Y/N)'s arm and yank her forward before she could do anything. By that point, she wasn't sure what she was going to, but when glancing down at her cigarette lazily held in between her fingers, it didn't take her long to press the burning end to (Y/N)'s flesh. She watched with a sick grin as (Y/N) screamed at the contact of blinding heat, struggling in her hold only for Ian to keep her cemented in place. (Y/N)'s shrieks gained all of the others' attention as they watched Carmen repeatedly press the end of her cigarette into her skin before Ian finally stopped her after the fourth time.

"Dick," Carmen hissed as she then took one last drag of the cigarette before flicking it down, grinding it under her heel, and stalking away.

Ian released (Y/N).

Collapsing to her knees and cradling her arm to her chest, she cried for the second time that day, her chest heaving in and out uncontrollably from the searing pain that arced up her arm. The smell of burnt flesh was prominent, and (Y/N) could feel herself heaving with pent up nausea. Because of that, she didn't notice Ian bend down towards her until his lips were brushing right against her ear, the very touch making her entire body stiffen.

"Your screams are so cute," he murmured softly, his fingers barely trailing down her shoulders towards where the burn marks were. "I can't wait to hear them again, (Y/N)..."

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To be continued...