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→He had all the boys, and some of the girls too, calling me a whore the very next day. Oh, the fucking irony. I thought when he’d graduated two years ago, the torment would be over. But no. Lucas wasn’t going to leave town for college. Instead, he stayed in Hallow Hill to work for his dad on his farm. All the senior boys still worshipped him. Being twenty-one, he could buy them all booze. To them, he might as well be God.  Lucas scoffed softly to himself, his vodka-rank breath making my stomach heave. I braced myself, ready to fight back if he decided to hit me. At least this time, there were witnesses. Most of them were assholes, but at least Chelsea would vouch for me if anything happened.  In my periphery,  Derrick tackled a giggling Chelsea in the cornstalks. She playfully slapped him away and sat up, picking a piece of candy corn out of her hair. Her laughter died, and her eyes narrowed through her bunny mask when her attention landed on us.

→Lucas was the lead douche in what I’d coined “The Hallow Hill Hicks,” the ring of bullies who got off on making my life a living Hell. I was pretty sure most of them would leave me alone if it wasn’t for this dick right here. He was still pissed about what happened on the first day of my freshman year. He’d cornered me behind the school, completely smashed and looking for something I wasn’t selling.  He’d fucked with the wrong bitch on the wrong damn day and had gotten his nose broken for the trouble. I was almost expelled, which was a total joke. I was the one who’d had to defend myself against a boy three years older and twice my body mass, all because he seemed to have an allergic reaction to the word no.

→“Fuck off, Lucas,” I spat.

→Someone nudged me in the ribs so hard I stumbled and had to catch myself. I glared up at the familiar face that leered at me, his dark eyes flashing malevolently from under the brim of his hat.

→“Anything to pay the bills,” she’d said the first time I’d found out from one of the cruel boys at school, who’d seen her at his house, “entertaining” his father.

→Just like the dozen other Hallow High students that had trekked to the town’s pumpkin patch, they were drunk. I was the only sober one. I was the only one who wasn’t having any fun. But I was used to being the odd one out. You couldn’t really avoid it when you came from a long line of witches so infamous we came with our own folktale. I mean, we weren’t actual witches. Or if we ever were, it had been lost somewhere down the family line. The only thing my mother could brew was moonshine. But since the New England witch craze, they’ve called the women in my family witches. With the most recent generations, they have added a few more words. Outcast. Weirdo. Whore was the newest one, thanks to my drunk of a mother taking on a new occupation around town when my dad left.

→One boy from our school ran after her, who was ironically dressed as a werewolf, pelting her with candy corn. 

→“Derrick, knock it off, you prick!” Chelsea—one of my classmates—shrieked as she raced past us in her slutty little bunny outfit, drunkenly stumbling through the cornfield.

→A shrill scream pierced the autumn night. Adrenaline pumped through me as I forced my feet forward, my ears ringing from the high-pitched scream. 

→“Death Couldn’t Tear Us Apart” – LVCRFT

→“Devil Devil” – MILCK

→“Whore” – In This Moment

→“All the Good Girls Go to Hell” – Billie Eilish

→“When the Devil Calls My Name” – LVCRFT

→“Devil’s Playground” – The Rigs

→“Season of the Witch” – Lana Del Rey

→“Straight to Hell” – LVCRFT

→Playlist

→Also, note that this is a 21,000-word novella. If you’re looking for something plot heavy, this may not be the book for you. If you’re looking for a quick and spooky read about our heroine getting dicked down by a pumpkin-headed monster in a pumpkin patch, then read on…

→Burn for Jack is a dark monster romance novella containing graphic content not suitable for all audiences. Trigger warnings: graphic sex scenes, attempted sexual assault, bullying, gore/violence, breath play, blood play, bondage, and murder.