Not. Great. (this chapter contains mention, but not depiction of sexual )

“I want you **** so I don’t have to hear your grating-ass voice and pretend to care what you say.” You freeze, not at all the response you were expecting. Your libido chills over quickly at the implications, and instead of releasing him so he can have informed consent for another round, you stare him down harder. Other questions, very much related to consent, are swirling in your head.

“Do you mean, like, passed out, too drunk to fight back, or pretend-to-be-asleep play kind of stuff?” You’re sure you know the answer before you ask, but you’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Even if your boner is totally massacred by the shock, you would truly rather he not be a ****.

“The first one. I like to fuck, but … people just talk and talk. I’d rather just get in and out. That’s the easiest way to get that to happen.” You hold yourself back from ripping your fangs into him and killing him here and now. Jesus, is that why he …

“Did you see me come in here?”

“No …”

“Don’t evade. Why did you come here?”

“I knew you were here. And I knew you had all six shots at the rush challenge. Figured you’d be zoned-out by now. Would have really preferred it. I’d rather screw than not, but a woman pinning me down isn’t my style.”

“And you’ve done that before, the fucking-****-people thing?” He nods. “How many.”

“Two. This was going to be the third, both in general and in Kappa House. There are some great pieces of ass in here, and so many chances to get them al-“

You snap in the middle of that sentence and grab his head. You consider biting down for a second, but you hang on enough to know you shouldn’t kill him. All the same, you slam your forehead into his, leaving him with the distinctly the worse side of that deal as he passes out. You stand back up, grabbing your jacket. ‘Eva will know what to do about this,’ you tell yourself as you pull out your phone and start a text.

You jump a little and drop your phone mid-type when the door clicks, then starts to open. You jump back into the bathroom again, not wanting to be seen standing over someone you just knocked the fuck out. As you peek out, you can see Atlee putting away a keyring in her pocket and closing the door carefully … before locking it. She walks over to Kurt, waves her hand in front of his face, then groans.

“Oh my God, wake the fuck up, asshole,” she gripes, smacking him a couple of times. “Don’t you ignore me, we have shit to talk about.”

“What are you doing?” Atlee yelps when you speak from behind her, stepping back into the room. The looks she gives you when she recomposes herself is undisguised, and you can see what Eva was warning you about when she affixes you with a contemptuous sneer.

“Figures you’d have to knock a guy out to get him to fuck you,” she spits at you. “You should probably get out of here before I call the cops. This shit? I don’t need it in Kappa, so you get your dumb ass lost before I decide it’d be more fun to see you in handcuffs, even if it’d ruin my party.”

“Whoa, we had sex before he passed out.” God, that sounds awful. You didn’t taste anything unusual in his blood, though. He seemed very sober. Which makes sense, if he was trying to prey on people. You. He was specifically after you. “… how did you know he was in here?”

“What? I heard-“

“No, you didn’t.” Atlee’s eyes won’t go blank, no matter how hard you stare into them. What the hell is wrong with this girl? What was she doing? “The bed isn’t squeaky, we weren’t very loud, there’s a whole party making noise downstairs, and you came in here for him, not me.”

“Is that yours?” she asks, pointing at your cell phone. You nod and she kicks it back across the room, now on the other side from you. “Fine, Jaq. Here’s how: I sent him in.”

“… you sent him for me.”

“Yeah, and I’ll do worse if you keep trying to step on my toes. I don’t know what kind of junkie you are that SIX CUPS of the stuff I dosed you with still has you coherent, but I’m not afraid of worse.” She smirks, clearly feeling she has the leg up on you here. “Next time, could just be bleach. I’d just need to not be the one holding the glass.”

“You tried to have me **** because I won an argument with you?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Please, you’re not the first.”

“… I’m the third.”

“He told you that? Useless asshole,” she groans, turning and kicking him as hard as she can in the leg. “You’re USELESS!” she screams at him before turning back to you. “Fifth. It isn’t something I have a hard time setting up, bitch. So, unless you want-“

“No.” Your statement is flat, but the voice behind it furious. The lights in the room dim as shadows ripple around it. Atlee looks around, seeing the effect, but not able to process what’s happening. An inky tendril bursts from under the bed and grabs Atlee’s left arm, then another from under the nightstand grabs her right. A third snakes up from her own shadow, binding her legs together as you step closer to her.

“What the hell?!” she yells before you grab her by the cheeks in one hand. Using your significant strength, you squeeze, keeping her from talking or screaming.

“Four people. You had four people sexually assaulted, and why, exactly? Illuminate me, before I get testier.” Your eyes are hard and cold, Atlee shivering and more than a little afraid in spite of the boundless rage you can see flickering to the surface of her eyes. ‘Just kill her already. What does it matter?’

“This is my fucking house, and no upstart underclassman whore is going to take that from me.” The words don’t shock you as much as the bile she delivers them with. It really doesn’t seem unreasonable to her to do these things to people just for challenging her. “And those are only the worst cases. I’m usually more reasonable, but something about you … something about you just pisses me off.”

“Mutual, though in my case, I’m pretty sure it’s the ‘being complicit in ****,’ thing that’s putting me against you. What do you usually do?” The tentacles binding her squeeze harshly, and she grimaces as you hold them back from causing any actual damage.

“UGH! ****! Or get their professors to fail them. Or plant something. Most people don’t even do the basest security work for themselves, it’s not even hard. Now let me go before I call the cops!” The level of denial she must be going through to think that’s still a threat when she’s tied up by hellish shadow-things is startling. She glares you furiously, anger outweighing the terror she’s also feeling right now.