"Who comes up with these fu*ked up rules?" I blurt out, my eyes searching the three for the slightest sign that this is all one big crazy joke and someone's going to burst out laughing saying 'It's a prank, it's a prank'.
But Clay shrugs. "Don't know, but I'm not complaining."
"Of course you aren't, because you are just as sick and twisted as those fu*ckers."
Clay's eyes darken. "I think it'd be wise if you watched your mouth."
"Or what?" I growl, feeling my blood boil with an anger that seems so foreign to me. "Don’t you think it's pathetic how you find joy in boasting about how many innocent girls you've ruined!?"
Clay closes the distance between us amidst the growling protests of Griffen and Grayson.
"Don’t worry boys," he lifts his hand to silence them. "I won't hurt her..." The
