Billy Mayfield

Standing in front of them was Billy Mayfield.

The Upside-Down had not been kind to Hawkings’ worst bully. Though he still retained the curls of his magnificent mullet, Billy’s skin had been stained red from exposure to the Mind-Flayer. Black scars and burn marks, months old and already healed, covered his bare skin. The older Mayfield brother was completely naked.

Robin gasped as the tentacles tightened around her breasts, pinching them. Billy’s yellow eyes almost felt like they were trying to burn into her retinas as he glared at her.

“I remember you,” he said. “You were there, at the mall. Rrrrobin Buckley, I remember you.”

“Hello, Billy,” Robin felt like she should look at the ground but she almost felt like her gaze had been stuck still. It was not like Mayfield had ever needed much provocation to bully people anyway.

A crooked smile snaked around Billy’s face as he wagged a finger at her. “I remember a funny rumour about you.”

Robin did not answer him.

Billy snorted, turning away to look back at the other four. Their eyes were downcast – the girls’ tits were red and painfully bound just like Robin’s, while black ropes criss-crossed around the boys’ butts and testicles. It all looked incredibly uncomfortable and unlikely to get any better.