Chrissie's hand is covered in cum

Jumping away with a yell, he immediately felt guilty at the sight of Chrissy looking in askance at him with tears in her eyes. Then she stared at what the others had become.

Wiping off the worst of the cum with the back of her hand, Chrissy was just able to part her lips through the glistening strings. “So Vecna got to them too.”

“Was he the one who did this to you?”

The blonde cheerleader nodded. “The worst part is how he gets into your head. There’s no one else to blame for what happened to me. All the kinks, all the humiliation, it’s come from me! None of it was Vecna’s idea. This was what I wanted, deep down.”

“Everyone has thoughts like that,” Eddie said, blushing as he remembered his fantasy of being pegged. “But not everyone has some interdimensional demon that can make your nightmares real. Just because he can do this to us doesn’t mean we can let him.”

“Sorry, man,” Steve’s voice made them both jump. They looked up to see him standing in the doorway, still at half-mast but with an apologetic look on his face. Nancy was sitting behind him, her hands over her tits and an ashamed look on her face. “Eddie, we’re only alive because Vecna wants us this way. We can’t talk about fighting or escaping.”

Eddie could not believe what he was hearing. “Why not? My uncle taught me that you should always have to stand up to bullies. But I guess that’s a lesson you never learned, Harrington. Not when you were picking on Jonathan Byers or beating him up to show your girlfriend what a big man you are.”

“You need to stop, Eddie,” Nancy said softly. “Just look at Robin. If you displease Vecna, he won’t just take it out on you. We’ll all suffer because of it.”