Chapter 26 #2
The video cuts, showing different moments of the three men moving around me, touching me.
A long loud moan spills from my phone speaker as my body bows off the bed, begging for more of everything they do to me.
No wonder I felt so sore and wrung out the next day.
They were relentless in their pursuit of my pleasure. And theirs.
It should be disgust that races through my veins as they touch themselves, rub themselves on me, between my lips as they take everything they want from me unawares. But all I see is the way they treat me like I’m something precious. The way they put my needs above all else.
It’s a stupid thing to notice, but my laundry basket lays empty in the corner of the room.
They did the chores first before relishing in this hedonistic ritual.
Even that, maybe especially that, makes it all feel like a love letter rather than a crime.
Not a betrayal but a declaration. Proof of what they’ve been saying all along.
I can run, but I’m already theirs.
The video fades to black, cutting off in the middle of what was clearly a claiming. One singular word appears across the screen.
Run.
A sound suspiciously close to a squeak escapes and I nearly drop my phone. It’s now or never. Commit to the fantasy, let them have me, fully enter this game, or call the police.
The slow and careful way they touched me flashes through my mind, evoking feelings so similar to what my guys made me feel. Safe. Cared for. Seen.
Fuck it.
I hold onto my phone, ready to call for help if the game goes too far, but ready to take the risk.
Rushing to the front door, I open it only to slam it shut once more when I catch sight of one of the masked men sitting on the hood of my car.
He shakes his head, that now familiar finger wave taunting me.
Fuck.
I wasn’t expecting that. My heart beats so loudly it almost drowns out the rest of my thoughts. There are two more men, no doubt close by. But where?
They want to play this game. Want to chase me. They’re getting off on this.
I squeeze my phone in my hand tightly, looking all around my house. Maybe I should have looked for those cameras after all. True fear rises, making my stomach clench, but the urge to freeze is nowhere to be found.
Isn’t this what I’ve wanted all along?
A chance to fight, to fly. To no longer be the girl that freezes.
Turning that fear into adrenaline, I turn on my heel, heading for the backdoor. No doubt they’re herding me, wanting me to go a certain way, but the park at the back of my house is full of trails and plenty of trees to get lost in.
More space to run, to hide. To catch me. Hopefully not kill me once that happens.
The liver flashes through my mind as I burst through my backdoor, half prepared to have arms catch me right away. But no one is back here. At least, no one I can see.
Holy fuck. I’ve lost my mind to play this game, but it’s a little too late to go back now.
I break through the bushes lining my backyard. There’s a path that leads through the center of the park and eventually to the parking lot to my right. I turn left, taking me deeper into the woods.
They would have expected me to go the more familiar route. Right? Oh, fuck. I really don’t know.
Gravel and dirt crunch under my feet and thank god I thought to wear sneakers. Heels would have been a disaster.
The air is cooler than it was earlier, the sky above me now dark and the last of the sun’s warmth disappearing. I barely feel the cold as I put my everything into running. Doubts, worries, insecurities all disappear until it’s only me and the sound of my pounding feet and my ragged breath.
I didn’t freeze. I didn’t freeze. I didn’t fucking freeze.
I turn off the path, going deeper into the trees. There’s been no sign of any of the masked men, but the hairs on the back of my neck rise and I know they’re closing in. If I could stop and listen, I bet I would be able to hear them, but I would also be losing this game if I did.
The chance to get help or to back out is no longer available and I can’t believe how vulnerable I’ve made myself. All that’s left to do is continue to run. Harder than I ever have in my life.
Sweat slicks along my skin, but my goosebumps never go away. Sticks break under my feet while branches and leaves swipe against my skin, adding tiny stinging cuts to my bare legs and arms.
My heart leaps into my throat and my stomach drops as I hear someone behind me. Oh fuck, I may have really messed up this time. Turning on my heel, I make a sharp left, dodging between trees as they grow thicker.
Maybe I can circle back toward the more populated part of the park. I’ve gotten so turned around though, I’m not even sure which way I’ve gone. Which part of the park I’ve ended up in.
The trees seem to thin slightly to the right so I head that way, even as the pounding footsteps grow louder behind me. For the first time it dawns on me I truly have no clue who is chasing me. It could be anyone.
No matter how I denied it, there’s always been a part of me that believed it was my guys in the masks. The guys I’ve watched from afar, been slowly falling for, they were the ones who were touching me. Holding me. Soothing me. Chasing away my nightmares and now chasing me.
But what if it’s not?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My arms pump and my chest burns as I push myself harder, the edge of a clearing ahead of me. Please, please, please be somewhere with people.
I burst through the line of trees, praying for the sight of someone. Anyone not in a mask. But I’m only met with a more daunting reality.
This isn’t a part of the park I’ve been to in years. I was far more turned around than I even thought, because I never would have willingly come back to this clearing. The place where the county fairs used to be held but has been long abandoned.
There’s nothing and no one to help me here. Only a rusty, decaying Ferris wheel that holds nothing more than old nightmares and bitter memories.
Despair and outrage at myself makes bile climb up my throat and then blackness drowns everything out.
A hand wraps around my mouth silencing my scream as my feet are wrenched off the ground with the force of being held.
No more thoughts. No more fight. Nothing but black.
My body goes limp as my instinct to freeze overwhelms me.
“Don’t give up on us now, Little Rabbit,” a voice taunts me, and color comes back to the edges of my vision. It’s blurry and the words don’t quite make sense but there’s something else.
I pant, unable to catch my breath between the exertion of my mad run and the fear suffocating me.
“You did so good,” the voice praises. More color slowly returns, but I can’t make sense of what’s happening.
Warmth engulfs me, a familiar scent wrapping around me, calming the worst edges of my panic attack.
“You’re so goddamn perfect,” the voice continues and my labored breaths start to even out, even as my body shakes. “Our perfect fantasy.”
Steeling my nerves, I look up, the last of the black fading from my vision as the Ghostface mask I was expecting stares down at me. Haunting black holes of nothing instead of eyes meet mine.
I flail, but strong arms band around me tighter, a dark and dangerous chuckle my only warning. “Oh no, Little Rabbit. I caught you,” he says, his voice dipping lower with a near rumble of a predator. “We’re never letting go now.”
I’m shaking my head, fighting through the fear and yet strange sense of comfort I feel. My emotions too big and too turbulent to even begin to name.
“No,” I object, the word sad and pathetic as I barely get it out between pants.
“No?” he echoes, his voice weirdly distorted through the mask. “Then why are you dripping for me already?”
The rough bark of a tree hits my bare back, making me flinch as he backs me up into it, his fingers slipping under my dress as he does. “I don’t even have to touch you to know how hot you are for this, Berlyn,” he continues. “Are you going to lie?”
My teeth sink my bottom lip. Even if I wanted to lie, it would be pointless. He doesn’t give me the chance, his fingers meeting the damp fabric of the thong they put out on the bed for me to wear.
“You want to tell me again you don’t want us?”
I shake my head, my traitorous pussy clenching around nothing. Still, I refuse to say the words. Having this small fight left in me gives me a thrill I can’t put into words. None of this makes sense. But maybe it doesn’t need to.
His laugh wraps around us like the most decadent and dangerous promise. “Oh, Little Rabbit. I’m going to make you beg for it,” he growls.
It’s the only warning I get before he pushes my underwear to the side and spears two fingers inside me. I cry out, despite myself, my back arching and my head hitting the tree behind me.
All of the fear, uncertainty, and desire I’ve felt since I got that note coalesce into a blinding need as he expertly works my body. His fingers curl, hitting the perfect spot with each stroke, his thumb brushing against my clit as if he knows exactly how to bring my orgasm crashing through me.
“Scream for me,” he coaxes. “There’s no one out here to hear you anyways.”
His body presses against me as his hand never stops driving me fucking wild. Flashes of the video alternate with the broken memories of the party with my guys until all thoughts are pushed out and I’m only left with feelings rushing through me.
He keeps his tempo so damn steady, even as I move my hips with his hand, he refuses to move faster. “Ready to beg?” he taunts, but I love this twisted game we’re playing.
I shake my head and am rewarded with that same intoxicating chuckle. His hand slows and I clamp around him, begging him with my body to move faster and push me over the edge. He knows how close I am.
My eyes snap open at the sound of a slow clap and I hadn’t even realized I had closed them. Two more men make their way into the clearing from opposite sides, slowing as they reach us.