"Yeah we met at a club! We were going to have some fun."

The others boys smirk, "well you guys won't mind if we join right?"

Dylan looks at me, "what do you say sweetheart? You want Jason and Mikey to join the party?"

"It's a party!" I "drunkingly" giggle.

His friends laugh and they proceed to guide me into the home.

It's dirty. Pizza boxes in the livingroom with beer bottles scattered everywhere. Chip bags on the floor, as well as multiple condom wrappers.

Dylan pushes me to the bedroom and his friends are quick to follow. The sheets on the bed don't look clean at all.

Looks like a mix of dirt and bodily fluids.

I'm pushed forwards making me stumble. Hesitantly, I sit on the edge of the bed.

"How about you take that jacket off?"

"Maybe the dress too princess."

I go to take my jacket off but I stop.

"No."

They give me a confused look.

"Infact, I'm not fucking you either Dylan, or your friends that you had follow us. Is this what you do? One of you goes into a bar, gets a girl drunk then take her to disgusting house and rape her? Let my guess, after you boys are done you carry her out and drop her somewhere in the street?"

Their faces grown pale making me smirk.

"I though she was drunk Dylan!"Jason hisses.

"I-I thought she was! She had like ten vodka cranberry's and some shots! She was slurring her words, stumbling, and everything!" They look panicked.

"So how is she not drunk?"

"Being a demon has it's perks."

I make the door slam shut causing them to jump in fright. One of them tries to open the door but I forced it closed.

I stand up and take my jacket off. I hang it on a wall hook and turn back towards the group of boys.

"What the hell is going on?"

"You're about to die that's what."

The room gets quiet.

I can smell the fear radiating off of them.

"Oh now you're scared? Imagine how those girls felt."

"L-look we're sorry! We won't do it again!"

I smile at them.

"Karma always has its way of finding people."

I tilt my head and Dylan flies into a wall. His friends scream and fall back on to ground.

I walk over to Dylan who is staring at me, pleading for me to stop. I squat down and whisper in his ear.

"And I'm yours."

I allow my jaw to drop open.

I can feel the bones popping out of place, skin ripping, teeth growing.

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