EroticReverie

Jag Remington

When Mercy slipped her hand in my pocket, she didn't take me up on my offer to feel around for how hard shed gotten me.  I debated grabbing her hand and making her feel it, because I can't remember the last time I got this hard over a female.  I know it was because of our history, because I'd often thought about my female partner in crime that helped me terrorize our town when we were just young teenagers.  I also remember her lifting her dress behind her house and pulling down her panties and exposing herself to me when we were twelve and just satisfying our curiosities, each of us wanting to see the other genders parts in real life.  She'd even showed me her breasts, which were only just starting to grow.  I was hard only because I wanted her to do the same now. Knowing she was bare under that pleated skirt, I wanted her to lift it and show me what it looked like now.  

"Are we done?" she asks after her hand slides out of her pocket.

"Not quite." I say, reaching my hand out and Lincoln hands me a sharpie marker. 

She jerked her head back when I raised the permanent marker to her face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asks. 

"Questions Mercy. I don't like them. Now shut your mouth before I fill it with one of our cocks" he says.

"I volunteer" Damon says from the side and I watch Mery give him a small glare. 

I grab her chin.

"This will just take a second" I say and she flinches and I raise the marker to her forehead. 

"You fucking bastard" she mutters and I grin as I slowly and carefully write across her forehead. 

"What are you writing?" she asks as I grin. 

"What do you think I'm writing?" I ask. 

She sighs. "bitch. whore. cunt. slut, I dont know"  I say and the guys chuckle. 

"Close" I tell her as I finish writing on her forehead.  

She sighs. "Great, this has been fun, can I go?" she huffs and I nod. 

The guys around me chuckle and Mercy leaves and I watch her hot ass as she goes, and her shoes hit the cement steps as she ascends back up the way we came. 

"cocksucker" Rafe chuckles. 

"Nice" he adds, and I shrug. Normally with girls we humiliate them far worse, writing on their faces, or parts of their bodies, circling the areas and things they could "improve" on. Most of it was bullshit, just circling anything we thought they'd be insecure about. A nose, a stretch mark, cankles, the shit girls beat themselves up over.  A few of the guys probably cared about that shit, but I didn't. But I did however enjoy humiliating them when they went against any of the Seven. And that was the easiest fucking way to damage a girl, attack her looks. 

I wouldn't do that to Mercy though. And the guys didnt questions the change in my method. Just chucked at the name tag I'd put on her forehead as "cocksucker". 

Mercy Moore

I got to the bathroom, and roll my eyes in the mirror at the words on my head and don't even bother trying to wash it off. Because I know it wont, and it will only make my skin irritated and red and show them that it bothered me enough to try to wash it off. So I just march out of the bathroom and back into the cafeteria. There's only a few minutes left to eat, and the guys are already back at their table, and peoples eyes go wide, and a few snicker as I walk in and roll my eyes and go to the counter to grab food. 

The ladies serving look up to me, one gaping and then looks down avoiding my stare. 

Apparently even the teachers and staff didnt interfere with the actions of Sevens Savage. Great.  Everyone here was a bitch to these over privileged teenage douche bags. 

I walked over to an empty end of a table and was thankful when Jemma got up and walked over and sat down across from me. 

"You coulda came and sat with us." she says. I shrug. 

"Didnt know anyone here had a spine enough to sit with the cocksucker." I say and Jemma just gives a little smile. 

"I have a spine Mercy" she says, not sounding angry or offended. 

I sigh. 

"But everyone here knows to just, fall in line with the seven." she says and then whispers. "It's stupid, but it's easier to just let them run around being tiny dicked dictators" 

I almost choke on my spoon fool of oatmeal and she bites back her laugh and people look to us. 

"God dont repeat that." she says and I laugh, wiping my mouth. 

"I wont" I say and smile.

"And I can get that off for you" she nods to the sharpie and I shrug. 

"It's honestly not as bad as what they've done to other girls before on their first offense" she says. 

My brows lift as I take another spoonful of oatmeal. 

When Jemma tells me about how the guys trace their flaws or insecurities in sharpies , I curl my hands into fists , one clutching my spoon. 

"They...what?" I ask gritting my teeth. 

"Calm down..." Jemma whispers. 

"I'm going to kill every single one of them." I say and Jemma smiles. 

"But they're still so fun to look at though" she says and I huff and roll my eyes.

"Doesnt matter, they're fucking bastards."