Epilogue

"No grave can hold my body down - I'll crawl back home to her."

- Hozier

. . .

They watched as the man bled to death. Letters carved into his skin bled on the floor.

X Z A

Xerxes Creed sipped his drink, the satisfaction of avenging his woman filling his veins as he watched the multiple letters bleed. Adrik was no longer able to talk - courtesy of the letter carved on his tongue.

Zavier Creed circled Adrik, knife brushing over his wounds, making the dying man whimper.

Ashton Creed stood at the corner of the room, half-hidden in the shadows of the room, feeling the urge to slash open Adrik's throat himself but he restrained himself.

His phone buzzed.

Little one - where are you three? I'm lonely. "She needs us," he muttered.

They left him and climbed the staircase to her room. She was sitting on her bed, surrounded by books. A pretty smile came on her lips as she saw them.

It was dangerous how much she trusted then. They were not the men who could be trusted but she was the only one whose trust they could never break.

"Hungry, Kitten?" Zavier asked, his blood-stained hands now clean.

She nodded eagerly, getting off the bed and walking out of the room, mumbling about wanting brownies for dinner.

"We'll ruin her," Xerxes said.

Ashton shrugged. "Won't be our first crime." Zavier smirked. "And she's a willing victim."

She was. From fearing them to befriending them and then loving them, she had become a willing victim of everything they did.

She had become a willing victim for them.

. . .

The End