His Secret

The cold metal of the locker pressed into Eve's back, a familiar sensation. Jason and Mark, Haze De Luca’s goons, held her firmly in place, their grips like vises. Haze stood before her, his dark eyes bored, hands tucked casually into his pockets.
A large crowd had already gathered, drawn by the spectacle, their eager faces a blur. Eve’s friends, Aaron, Belly, and Chase, stood at the periphery, their eyes closed in silent helplessness. She couldn't blame them; they were as powerless as she was.
“It’ll be over soon,” she whispered to herself, a futile mantra against the rising dread. Jason turned to Haze, a smirk playing on his lips. “What are you going to do her this time?”
Haze’s bored expression shifted, a mischievous glint entering his eyes. Eve’s stomach churned. She was terrified, for with Haze, the next move was always unpredictable, always cruel.
