36 | Jessica
Jessica
The man gives me instructions for a twisted game they seem to want to play, while my eyes remain locked on Liam the entire time.
He looks as terrified as I do. I am not sure if this was his plan all along or if he is trapped in this like me.
Did he earn my trust only to throw me into this maze to be hunted like an animal?
He doesn’t seem to be here willingly, though.
Maybe he is being forced. I would almost think he was going to run with me if he weren’t on one of the motorcycles, ready to chase me through the maze.
It’s not hard to figure out what is about to happen based on the set of rules the man just gave me.
“Run, darling,” the dark-haired man tells me.
I hear the blond’s laugh as I obey and start running.
Panic sets in as I dash through the darkening maze, Liam's terrified gaze still fixed on me. I considered arguing with them for a moment, but then I realized I can’t reason with crazy people.
No one sane would kidnap a woman to force her into a hunting game where she isn’t meant to stay alive.
That is something else I easily figured out.
You see, when someone kidnaps you, throws you into a maze, and gives you a set of rules supposedly designed to grant you freedom, it’s a clear indication that the game is just an illusion.
No one survives it. I’d bet on that. However, if there’s even a single chance that someone can survive, I’d bet on myself.
I know this maze like the back of my hand.
I have been here countless times. I know every route leading to the scarecrow, and I know every hiding place.
I’ll be damned if I let three men hunt me down like an animal just to die.
I don’t dare look back, fearing what I might see.
Instead, I focus on putting as much distance as possible between myself and the crazy men on motorcycles.
The sound of their engines behind me grows fainter, and I wonder if Liam is hunting me like the others, or if he is on my side and trapped in this game just as much as I am. He is not the prey; that much I know.
Okay, Jessica, you need a plan, I think to myself as I try to recall the layout of the maze.
We used to come here as kids every Halloween during the celebrations.
There is a scarecrow in the middle, and I know how to get there.
I used to play this game a lot with my friends; we would split up and see who reached it first. There are four paths to get there, and I am currently on the path Alan always used to pick. It’s the longest route.
I just need to switch between paths until they lose me, then pick the shortest one to reach the scarecrow.
If that fails, I’ll just hide until dawn, which should be in a few hours.
You’ve got this, Jessica, I hype myself up.
Of course, I am not delusional enough to believe they will actually let me live if I reach the scarecrow, but I might be able to reason with them enough to buy some time.
I just need enough time to figure out a way to distract them and run away.
If I can find the scarecrow, I can find my way out of the maze.
I hear someone approaching and hide in the closest dark corner, relying on the lack of light to shield me from his view.
I notice his blond hair and the tattoos on his neck.
Definitely avoid that one, I make a mental note.
He appears to be a little more unhinged than the rest of them.
I wonder if he is Liam’s brother; they look alike, yet they are so different.
Another motorcycle approaches from behind, and I hear Liam’s familiar voice. “She went that way,” he tells the blond, pointing in the opposite direction from where I am hiding.
“Let's go!” the other guy screams and takes off.
“Right behind you.” Liam gets off his bike instead.
He walks slowly toward me, closing the distance between us.
I am ready to scream when his hand covers my mouth.
I quickly realize that he led the other guy—perhaps his brother—away from me.
That earns him a little bit of trust. Not a lot, but at least enough for me to hear him out.
I stay silent as a signal that he can let me speak, and his hand moves away from my lips.
“I promise, I knew nothing about this,” he whispers. “This is not our first game, and you’ve probably figured that out by now.”
I turn around to face him. “Yes, I figured.”
“I am sorry I got you into this, but I am not sure I can get you out.” His voice is sincere and full of pain.
“I have a plan,” I tell him, my eyes locking with his. “I know the maze; I played here as a kid every Halloween. My friends and I used to pick a path to see who could get to the scarecrow first. I’ve got this. I will reach it tonight or tomorrow night. Whichever it takes, I promise, I’ve got this.”
He shakes his head. “Jessica, the rules are not real. They will kill you anyway,” he says, defeat clear in his voice.
“I figured as much, but if you help me distract them, I can try to run.” I hope he will accept this. I hope he is willing to help me escape.
“Sweetheart, I would do anything for you, but escaping them isn’t possible,” he says softly, his eyes never meeting mine. They are locked on the hay, as if he feels guilty.
“Liam!” Someone calls. He silently gestures for me to be quiet.
“I’m here!” he responds and gets back on his motorcycle, taking off toward the sound of the man’s voice. Once again, he leads the hunt away from me.
I start running again, looking back to see if anyone is following me, and crash into something hard. I turn to look, and my eyes travel up to a face with a sinister smile.
“Hello, darling.” His voice sounds sadistic.
Right now, I realize something I’ve been ignoring amidst the fear, the adrenaline, and the hunt: I am dripping wet.
It’s as if my body hasn’t realized that we are about to die.
Well, if we are going down, at least we can go down with a bang, it seems to be thinking.
Not now, traitor, I silently command myself to behave, but when the man steps closer, that resolve goes out the window.
Fuck, why are they all so damn attractive?
He pulls me against his body. His fingers dig into my face, forcing it closer to his, and his lips find mine. It’s not a gentle kiss, but despite my better judgment, my lips part for him. His tongue invades my mouth, fighting mine in a possessive dance for power.
“You do taste nice,” he says as he pulls away.
“I got her.” It isn’t long before Liam and the blond guy arrive.
“Little Jessica got caught,” the blond teases as he approaches from behind.
He leans over the man holding me by my neck and claims his lips.
Fuck, this is hot. No! Jessica, focus! This is not the time to get horny.
You are being hunted, remember? They are trying to kill you.
You do not open your legs for men who are threatening to kill you, bitch.
“What do you say, Liam? Ready to share your toy?” the one holding me asks.
The blond guy cuts my dress, letting it fall to the ground.
A gasp escapes me, and I clench my thighs to hide the moisture between my legs.
Looks like Liam was wrong. It doesn’t seem like they were actually planning to kill me right away—or maybe this is just what they do before they finish off their victims.
Liam's eyes grow wide, and he takes a step back, observing them. "This isn't what I signed up for," he mutters to himself.
I don’t think either of us signed up for this, Liam. I didn’t even sign up to be hunted in a maze, but here we are.
The man holding me tugs at my hair, pulling my head back to force me to look at the smirking blond. “You're ours now,” he tells me, his tone menacing. “Liam thought he could keep you hidden. Silly man. We share everything in this family.”
Why does this sound so hot? Normal people hear things like that and think, 'That’s a red flag.
I should run away from these people.' I hear it and think, 'So I get three boyfriends in a package deal, and two of them seem to be into each other as well?
Sign me up.' I should really check myself into a mental hospital one of these days. I blame the books I read. This isn’t a normal reaction for a woman who is being hunted, threatened with death, and treated like fresh meat to be shared among a group of men.
I should not be excited about this. Yet, I am.
My heart races as I try to fight the heat rising between my thighs. I swallow hard, trying to ignore my body’s reaction. She needs to behave. This isn’t the time to fall for serial killers. We are not that type of girl. Although... Well, I might be that type of girl.
"Let's have some fun," the blond guy chuckles as he unzips his pants.
I can feel the cold steel of a blade at my throat, pressing against my skin. It’s a strange feeling, but arousing at the same time. Liam approaches and pulls me against him, taking my lower lip between his teeth in a soft bite. It makes me even wetter. The ship has sailed; I am totally into this.
I used to have fantasies about multiple masked men fucking me somewhere remote, where my screams couldn’t be heard.
I used those fantasies to get off in the middle of the night, gasping for air and trying to hide my moans behind my locked bedroom door.
Now that I am here with these three men, I realize those fantasies were nothing compared to reality.
Liam’s hands travel over my body, and he whispers in my ear, “This is Nate,” pointing to the dark-haired guy who had a grip on my neck a moment earlier.
“And this is my brother, Mike,” he points to the dickish blond.
Then he continues in a voice meant only for me: “If you want to run, just say so, and I will help you escape. But I can see how your body is reacting, and I think you are into this as much as I am. I don’t mind sharing. ”
I give him an understanding look—no need to say more. Before I can react, he pushes me toward Nate.
“Let’s play,” he tells him, and Nate cuts the rope that was still binding my hands together.
Mike approaches and drops to his knees, pulling my right leg over his shoulder. He cuts my underwear with his knife and tosses the ruined fabric aside. His tongue flicks against my clit, and I can't help but lean back against Nate.
Nate bites my neck and trails kisses downward, pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. Liam comes closer and uses his knife to cut the remaining clothing off my body. He leans in to kiss me, and I return it, moaning against his lips while his brother eats my pussy.
Nate lowers himself to the ground, bringing my body down with him onto the hay. Mike readjusts and settles between my legs again. He keeps licking me, fucking me with his tongue until my body shakes at his touch. It’s everything I have ever fantasized about and more.
“Please, I need more,” I beg them, though I’m not even sure what I’m begging for.
Nate unbuttons his jeans, frees his cock, and strokes himself. He lies on the hay next to me and says, “Sit on my cock, darling.”
I look up at Liam, who repeats the order. “Make yourself come on his cock, sweetheart,” he instructs.
I nod and slowly climb on top of Nate. I see Mike free his own dick and line himself up behind me.
“Be a good girl and make them happy,” Liam tells me.
I take Nate’s cock in my hand and slowly guide him inside me. He is big, and it takes a minute before I can move.
“Fuck, you feel so good, darling,” he says, moving slowly underneath me. He fucks me painfully slow, and I moan against his lips as he bites mine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Mike grabs my ass and pushes inside me from behind, hard and fast. I moan louder, unable to contain myself. Liam strokes himself as he moves closer, grabbing a handful of my hair to turn my head toward him.
“Open,” he tells me, and I obey. He pushes into my mouth again and again, his voice sounding like it’s coming from another reality. “Good girl. Look at you, getting fucked in every hole.”
He fucks my mouth harder, and I struggle to breathe as my orgasm draws near. It isn’t long before it takes over, radiating through every cell of my body. I close my eyes and allow all three men to use me as they please, riding the wave of pleasure.
“Good girl, come for us,” Nate praises from underneath me, while Mike fucks my ass harder, chasing his own release. I feel them both reach their peak at the same time, cum spilling inside me and filling both holes to the brim.
“Fuck, such a good girl, darling. You're doing so well,” Nate praises.
I feel Liam’s cock twitch in my mouth, and hot strings of cum shoot down my throat. “Good girl,” he says, wiping a drop of his release from my lips.
My eyes close shut as the tension of the moment finally catches up with me, and my body gives out entirely. I don’t know if it’s because the adrenaline has finally left my system, or if it’s a reaction to being so satisfied for once in my life.
“Boys, let’s get her home!” Nate calls out, and Mike helps me up.
I feel Nate’s arm wrap around me as he places me on one of the motorcycles, and Liam climbs on behind me. The other two get on their bikes, following us back to the entrance of the maze.
“You did so well, sweetheart,” Liam tells me, kissing my temple and holding my body close as he drives.
When we reach the car, they don’t force me into the back like before.
Instead, Nate picks me up again. Liam climbs into the passenger seat and opens his arms, and his friend places me on his lap.
Liam hugs me, tracing circles on my back with his fingertips as the other guys get into the car, and we drive home.