Her room wasn't that bad. Pretty cute, honestly. I picked up a framed picture from her side table and assessed it for a moment before placing it back down, making sure to tilt it a bit so she knew someone had been in her room. I wanted her to be unnerved.

Evie fucking Solovok The girl with big brown eyes who snuck into my house and my party and humiliated me by drowning me in pig blood. I still remember the look on her face, the little gleam in her eyes and the proud little smirk as the crimson liquid dripped down my matted hair.

See, now a normal guy would be mad. Furious, actually. But like the messed up motherfucker I am, I got hard, hell my cock was straining in my pants. Nobody had ever dared to try me before and it was exhilarating. Addicting, even. I wanted revenge. I wanted to push her just to watch her push back. Fuck, I wanted to ruin her and get ruined back.

But first, for that, I needed to understand her. Dissect that pretty little head of hers and her dorm room was a pretty good place to start. As they say, keep your friends close but your enemies closer or whatever.