Lunar's POV

Mathis and I tried to see the blueprints Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes had on the first floor,

Leaning over the balcony and even holding a mirror to read it. No success because they knew us too well and made sure they were avoidable. Damn whores.

Due to a lot of damages done to the mansion, they agreed to massive remodeling they'd never done until now... Mainly because they had bought the mansion the way it was from a dying widow and didn't have the heart to change the design on her deathbed. The damages were a good excuse to make changes, but they wouldn't let us see. They claim it's a "surprise."

"You two are like kids with candy," Jax scoffed from behind us, his arms folded as he rolled his eyes, he was assigned to babysit us and keep us upstairs, "Can't stop trying to get at it."

"How are you so calm?" We whined, huffing as we sat on the ground dramatically and rolled around in boredom, "Usually you're joining us in curiosity."

"I already got to see the prints cause I helped make them," He mocked our tones, making us perk up, getting on our feet so quickly it startled him, "Ya wanna know what the changes are?"

"Yesssss!" We gushed, almost squealing for the information

"Alright, come here," He motioned, drawing us in and then whispering as he noogied us, "Project Nya Business! Amazing, right?"

"Kill him?" Mathis looked at me with a raised brow, bowing that I could do the honors.

"Kill him," I agreed, making him start screeching with cackles as we chased him down the hall, "Get him!"

"You can kill me, but then you'll never know the plans!" He retorted, hitting us with pillows and wrestling us, playfully hissing at us like a cornered animal, "I will die with them and they'll die with me, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"We'll extract your brain," Mathis spoke as Jekyll, doing a devilish laugh, wiggling her fingers like a mad scientist

"And then we shall feast on your knowledge," I spoke as Hyde, cackling, and posing as if thunder clapped and lightning struck

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you two? He stared in horror, holding his pillow as he shook his head in disbelief, "And what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I friends with you two?"

"What shall we do to him?" Mathis grinned as we managed to pin him to the ground, sitting on him as she restrained his arms, "Tickle him like last time?"

"Eat his snacks again?" I raised a brow, tapping my chin. He started laughing as we were actually thinking about this shit. I perked up methodically, "We could spill embarrassing moments to Clarissa!"

"Love it!" She clapped, following me as we stampeded out of the room and cackled cruelly, "Clarissa, we have stor--"

"Do. not!" He ordered, clasping our mouths shut and trying to pull us back into the room. He used every ounce of strength he had to keep us from humiliating him in front of his girlfriend, "You. Will. Not."

Mathis and I winked at each other, both of us elbowing him hard as I bit his hand. He was only able to grab Mathis and not me as she hollered, "Run, Lune! Sabotage him! Doom him! Go, go, go!!"

I rounded the corner and ran into Mr. Hayes, stumbling and falling on my ass with a loud, "O-Oomph...!"

I crawled to go the other way but Mr. Lincoln tsked, "Ah, ah, ah, Pet. You know better. Back into that room."

My lip formed into a pout as I stood on my toes and looped my fingers around his belt loops, using all my might to give the best puppy face I could manage to lure him, "But I'm bored. I need 'entertainment.'"

He kissed my lips, tickling my chin with a raised brow and a taunting chuckle, "Awe, you do? How badly?"

"It'll be the only way to distract me!" I crossed my arms and lifted my chin at him, "You want me to behave? Intrigue me."

"Alright," He grinned into my neck, tsking me as his nails dug up my sides and made me shiver, "but I'm not playing with you. Mr. Hayes will be for a bit and then I'll be joining."

I tried to whine and argue, but he covered my mouth, "Ah, ah, ah! Behave or I'll let him use restraints."

I squeaked as Mr. Hayes lifted me, Jax looking over to Mathis as I was tossed over Mr. Hayes' shoulder, "As for you, back to the room."

Mr. Hayes brought me over to the Play Room, setting me down and chuckling at me, his fangs shiny as he purred, "Rough or Gentle?"

"I just wanna play," I huffed, tugging at my clothes. They'd spent days working downstairs, hardly coming back upstairs. Mathis and I were left to be alone, only to have Jax or Parker babysit. I often slept alone...something that grew difficult because of nightmares. They occasionally came back, but just until I'd fall back to sleep. Don't get me wrong, it was nice seeing them happy to remodel, but I was lonely... and needy.

"Is the Little One pouty?" Mr. Hayes teased, pressing me up against the wall, kissing my throat, and pressing his knee between my thighs. His tone was a mock to mine, his leg pinning me against the wall and putting pressure, forcing my submission when I tried to fight.

"N-Needy," A weak pant left my parted lips, my hips rutting at the little friction as I murmured, "S-Sensitive. Pl-Play, please?"

"Only light play, Mr. Lincoln wants to join," He planted kisses along my jawline with love bites to my throat as he sprawled me onto the ground. His hand wandered and tickled my skin, earning him to chuckle at my trembles and weak thrusts, "Awe, you really meant it. Barely being grazed and you're shaking like an overstimulated whore."

He was searching me for the usual fight I had gained before. I could only nod with a whine, trying to get on my hands and knees, trying to not feel Tiny as my voice got small, "P-Pease?"

"You're pathetic, Kitten," Mr. Lincoln rolled his eyes as he entered the room, shaking his head at my grabby hands, his sleeves being rolled up, "You have no shame when it comes to being a dirty slut."

"Nuu," I huffed at him with crossed arms, "I'm needy. There's a difference."

"Come here," He grinned, flashing his fangs at me as I crawled over to him, "Where's your collar, Baby?"

His question had me avoiding eye contact, not wanting to answer as I hesitated, "Th-The lock thingy broke when I fell. I was hiding it until Jax could get a new one b-because I didn't want you to get upset..."

"Where'd you put it, Kitten?" He purred with a lift of my chin and stroke of my throat with his claws, "You know better than to not wear it when in this room."

"I put it into the big teddy bear," I whined into his mouth as he kissed me, Mr. Hayes aggressively pulling me to his lap when I tried to hug Mr. Lincoln's legs to restrain him from leaving.

"I'll go and get it," Mr. Lincoln teased at me, departing as he ordered, little moaning leaving my lips as Mr. Hayes left little nibbles on my skin, "If you're being teamed on, you can think twice if you think I'm going to let you forget who you belong to."

My body bounced excitedly at Mr. Lincoln's quick return, Mr. Hayes smirking with a devilish hum, "Remember where you're sitting, Little One."

"Behave, Pet. How sensitive are you, Kitten?" Mr. Lincoln kissed my lips, putting the collar on with a backup lock, chuckling into my lips before picking me up off Mr. Hayes' lap. He carried me over to the desk, pushing the toys off it and laying me on my back. His tone was a mock as he let his fingernails sharpen, tracing over my skin and smirk at my rut of the grazes on my v-line, "Ah, the pitiful kind."

I whined at him, reaching for him but Mr. Hayes held my wrists above my head, nipping at my throat as he bared his fangs into my skin, "N-Nu fair."

"Behave. I won't fucking repeat myself," Mr. Lincoln trailed kisses down my chest, biting at my flesh and making his way to my thighs, pressing my hips hard against the desk when they tried to rut. Pushing me up further onto the desk, he bit hard at my v-line, smirking at my attempt to remain still, "I want to break you right now."

"I wanna play!" I whined with force, mimicking his and Mr. Hayes hisses, I probably sounded stupid but this was cruel. They aren't the only ones who can hiss, "Let me play!"

He smacked between my thighs, earning a yelp and a groan from my throat, "What did I say?"

Mr. Hayes chuckled, putting fuzzy handcuffs on my wrists and using a wire on the side of the desk to tie my wrists to the end of it, "I don't think he plans to behave."

"Those who don't listen don't get to play, then," Mr. Lincoln scolded, pulling from my body as he started to fix his sleeves, "We'll just have to leave you all tied up until you learn to fuckin' behave."

"Nuu," I pouted, tugging for freedom, "I be good!"

"Then stop moving and open your pretty little mouth, Baby," He and Mr. Hayes chuckled at my obedience, Mr. Hayes undoing his belt and pulling out his shaft before shoving it down my throat. Mr. Lincoln trailed rough bites onto my skin, making a pattern of some sort on my v-line and stomach, Mr. Hayes' nails fondling up and down my throat as he thrusted his hips. He was tormenting with the pace, going slow as he pulled away but fucking forcefully when he came back so I'd choke and tense.

My body trembled, spiking when I felt Mr. Lincoln's mouth around my base. His fangs were taunting my skin, sending fear and excitement through my spine because he knew I was vulnerable if he did anything with his fangs. I tightened my hands into fists, trying to keep from moving as he took more into his throat, using his talons to cut into my skin, barely sinking his fangs into my flesh when I barely made the slightest movement. His hands tightened around my ankles, moving his head back and forth as I whimpered. Mr. Hayes moved his hips harder, pinching at my nipples and chuckling at hearing me jerk on the cuffs, "Ah, ah, ah. You know better, Little One."

Mr. Lincoln took all of my base into his mouth, pressing his fangs at where my shaft connected with my torso and biting painfully. My yelp was muffled from Mr. Haye's cock in my throat, my body tensing as Mr. Lincoln stood up, unbuckling his jeans and smacking between my thighs with the belt.

"You were told to behave," The stinging brought tears to my eyes as I shivered from his belt tickling my skin, choking a little when he smacked it roughly on my thigh. He was inches from my groin, teasing the skin, "Final warning."

Pulling out of my mouth, Mr. Hayes took where Mr. Lincoln stood, not even giving a warning as he pushed into me roughly. He chuckled at my surprised yelp, tightly gripping my thighs together and thrusting strongly, "Awe, did somebody forget I don't like being gentle? Are you really that stupid, Little One?"

His movements made my legs shake as I nodded to his first question, my entire body ached to move but the threat of Mr. Lincoln's belt had me stiff as I trembled. It was to remind me what will happen if I move and it was working. His lips tugged into a smirk as he watched me struggling, his pupils dilating when my breath hitched at Mr. Hayes going harder, the feeblest moans leaving my throat.

Th-This is so cruel. It's so difficult to b-be still when I'm sensitive.

My cock was throbbing for release but I didn't have permission which only made Mr. Hayes rougher with me, the back of his throat starting to grunt. He was close to cumming, he always gave it away with his grunting...that part I remember. Along with his nails digging into my skin and trickling blood.

I jumped and tensed at Mr. Hayes' phone ringing, instantly getting them to stop and answer. Mr. Hayes' demeanor immediately became delicate, his fingers trailing circles and then pretending to draw flowers and hearts along my thighs as he did a kissy face toward me. I stuck out my tongue, only to have Mr. Lincoln quickly catch it in his mouth and steal a kiss.

"Where at?" Mr. Hayes was quick at pulling out and cleaning himself up while Mr. Lincoln uncuffed me and cleaned me up, "Alright, we're on our way."

Mr. Lincoln didn't seem too happy with what was said, my face scrunching as I was ushered to get dressed. Mr. Lincoln's jaw was clenched as he looked from me to Mr. Hayes, "Wh-What's going on?"

"They want you brought back to Spooks, now." He sighed in annoyance, picking me up and taking me down to the Cadillac, "Anthien says you may not like it, but he needs you cause you know the area better due to running around it. They don't want to walk around blindly."

I shrugged as we went back to the Spooks, humming on our way there. The place was still creepy in the sunlight, but I didn't feel afraid. I felt safer here in the day so I wasn't going to put on a show of fear.

Anthien was packed like he was before, coming over to me as Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes stayed by the Cadillac, Leville shaking his head, "Need your bullshit memory."

Huffing, I pointed at each building after I got my mask on, following him with a mutter, "Assholes, shitbags, cunts, bitches, and death."

"Lunar, this is Castian Ozora," He cackled as Castian joined us on our walk. How he appeared was startling yet intriguing. He'd been walking on the roof and backflipped next to me, he had done it so beautifully he'd be great performing in gymnastics, Leville iterating, "He's an asshole."

"And you're a waste of my time," Castian bared his canines. Anthien had been teasing but Castian's tone gave away that he was full-blown honest. I tried to keep from smiling as he muttered, "I hope you get eaten."

"I like him already, he's honest and funny at the same time," I held a laugh, glancing over at Castian. He was trying to keep back a smirk as I commented, "Watching you get eaten sounds fun. Just let me know if and when it happens, I'd love to bring popcorn."

Leville brought me over to the hospital ward building, rolling his eyes at my jokes, "What room was she--"

I interrupted him by just going into the building. What's trauma, right? I wasn't going to waste my time here, I wanted to get out of this building as quickly as possible. My breath hitched as soon as I entered the building. Everything was a lot clearer cause of the sunlight, "Oh, yay... As if nighttime wasn't bad."

Anthien and Castian stepped inside, covering their noses and mouths, Castian's chuckle slipping out, "Out of every damn building you conveniently landed in the worst one? Your luck is shit."

My irises wandered around, my feet taking me through the room and entering the next one, swallowing at the dangling corpse's back. I shut my eyes so tight I saw spots, swallowing, stepping in the front of them, and looking at them. Their wrists were scarred from suicide attempts, they were healed, meaning this person had been recovering.

Poor thing...Came upon this place and was too traumatized to leave alive.

Glancing over to Castian had me catching him staring between me and the body. One of his hands was stroking the scars on his arm, a hint that the sight of them brought back memories. I hated that I related, taking a deep breath and pulling over a table as Anthien stepped into the room, "What are you doing?"

"C-Cutting her down," I whispered, "Nobody deserves their body to be exposed after death..., especially like this."

Wonder what she saw when she was in the Limbo...

"Castian, call in some body bags," Leville was quick to help me get her down, glimpsing at me with a delicate nod, "I'll help Lune in here."

Hesitating, I picked up the flashlight I had dropped a few nights before, the batteries dead. I stared at the door as Anthien changed the batteries, stepping towards the door with the Lady's face still ingrained in my mind. Her voice rang in my ears. Biting my tongue, I opened the door, stepping in as I held my gagging. I headed straight for the door I wasn't able to ever go through, opening it. The building was toppled and overlooking the street, "Motherfucker!"

Leville laughed from behind me, "Yeah, you could have gunned for this door and found the damn street."

"This is such bullshit," I shook my head, walking through the rubble, chortling as I kicked a rock, "Such fucking bullshit."

"Ya want to see something cool?" He chuckled, taking my hand and pulling me to a damaged water tower, "It does involve heights but I think this is worth the look."

Reaching the top, I looked over everything, gaping as Castian called from below, "Check the tank while you're up there, I'll be up in a bit!"

"You can take your mask off up here if ya want," Anthien grinned, leaning against the railing carefully. I wanted to admire the scenery but the Spooks were in a pattern, I couldn't tell what. I scrunched my face, finding the ladder to the very top and climbing up and causing Leville to grow tense, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Looney Toons, I think I should be the one to do that!"

"Shut up!" I could see Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes stand up when they saw me but I just kept climbing, making it to the top. On the roof was a metal beam, my body hesitant as I balanced on it, "What is this pattern?"

"Lunar, get the fuck down!" Anthien yelled, his hands grabbing his hair, my body stepping further, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"There's a pattern!" I balanced, carefully making my way to the edge of it and looking down at the Spooks, looking at everything thoroughly. Castian seemed to be the only one not panicked by my actions, watching me intently. He seemed intrigued, mumbling to himself. Ignoring Leville's protests, and mumbling, I stumbled to a sitting position, "All the destroyed houses make a face.."

Staring around, it dawned on me to pull out my phone and snap a picture, going to Ibis Paint X and doodling on the image. Sending the image to Mr. Lincoln's phone. The Spooks were huge, a lot bigger than it appeared to be. Most of the houses were specifically silver, gray, or black. The severely damaged houses all made a face while the rest made horns. We were in the mouth, the worst part of the town.

"Spooks makes Apollyon... That's why this place is so ruined," I murmured, looking at my image. "He doesn't allow beauty here..., but why?"