Chapter 1
“No, Please no," I whimper to the neon mask man lying over me but it’s no use. He sees the flush in my cheeks and chest, my hard nipples and he feels my pussy getting wetter with every inch of his thick cock as he pushes into me. My fucking body is betraying me and he knows it.
"Please," I whimper one last time. Neon green mask reaches his hands behind me pulling me close to him, holding me tight he whispers
"Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," I whisper back into his ear, fuck I can't believe I said that.
“I dare you to kiss me?” neon green replies.
I do as he dares me and I kiss him deeply, burying my tongue into his mouth at the same time as he buries the last inch of his thick cock deep inside my soaking pussy. Neon green mask pulls away from the kiss and a soft moan escapes my lips as my clit grazes his body.
A single tear runs down my face, as I give into him and give into my body. He has full control of me, he owns me.
I feel his rough hands run down my smooth back until he reaches my ass cheeks grabbing each one in his hands, he slowly pulls them apart.
I look over my shoulder and I see Ghost mask’s blood still smeared over his shirt, he moves in front of neon green mask. I feel the fat head of Ghost masks cock press against my tight ass.
Ghost mask begins to sink the head of his cock into my ass. I can feel my orgasm building as each inch is buried into me……..
“Fuck,” I scream as I wake from my dream.
My pussy is soaking wet again. It’s been weeks since the incident in the cemetery and I can’t stop this and every time the dream is the same, instead of escaping the mask men, the mask men take me and use me and with every dream they do more and more to my body.
I hate the fact this dream turns me on so much but there is no denying the wetness between my legs.
I think about rubbing myself to orgasm but I’m so disgusted at myself I resist the urge.
I haven’t told anyone about what I saw that night, not even my Mom. I doubt that anyone would believe me but it doesn’t stop me thinking about it every waking second.
My dreams are full of darkness, shadows and nightmares.
I began to believe it’s all a dream because in the end they let me go. They didn’t follow me. Every time I close my eyes I see them chasing me and sometimes I wish they had caught me.
I feel them everywhere though, lurking in the shadows, waiting, watching.
I truly thought they’d kill me. So why didn’t they? I’d been asking myself that for the last week and every time I thought I knew the answer, it’s like they were playing a game with me.
Truth or dare he said. Maybe it is a game?
My mother remarried, forcing me to follow her. Moving to this uppity town is the last thing I wanted to do.
I had friends, people I don't want to leave behind but I must. Mom is the only family I have left after Dad died.
I get into the car. It’s only a three hour drive to our new home but it may as well be a different country, the people are so different to where we currently, I mean used to live. Rich snobby people who look down on the likes of my family.
We pull up, staring past the gates at the rolling mansion that sits on top of a hill, my new home.
Trepidation fills me knowing I won’t fit into this world. I knew that the moment we began driving past houses that cost more than the ten houses in our old neighborhood.
I want my Mom to be happy, I really do. Losing Dad nearly broke us.
Mom deserves to be happy, it’d been a tough twelve months, if I’m honest it’s been a tough two years.
The day after my father’s funeral Cranford came to our house, his intentions were clear he wanted my Mom. It was obvious to everyone in the room, everyone that is but Mom. He’s like a vulture swooping on a carcass or a tiger preying on a baby zebra, he saw his opportunity and he pounced.
Before too long my Mom had fallen for his charm and persistence and they started dating in secret, keeping it from me.
I shouldn’t be too harsh on Cranford, he too had lost his partner, his wife had died under suspicious circumstances not too long ago.
Maybe they could bring each other some kind of peace.
I’m happy for my Mom,but I wonder if we could truly fit into their world? Would they ever truly accept us?
Cranford had ensured I was enrolled into Monarch Prep.
A school that is only attended by the elite, the movers and shakers in the world, its graduates include three former Presidents and the guy who helped invent WiFi.
Monarch Prep isn’t just a school, it's the school. I’m not in denial.
I know the second I step into Monarch Prep I will be fighting for my survival.
“Where here baby,” my Mom smiles over at me as the gates open. Returning her a smile I nod before I slink back into my seat.
Mom lays her hand on my thigh giving me a ‘everything will be alright’ squeeze before placing it back on the steering wheel.
My stomach flutters as she pulls up at the entrance of our new home and cuts the engine. We are officially here.
I look at the expanding mansion before me, my stomach begins to flutter and not the good kind.
My long, measured inhale releases as I open the door, following my mother.
“Elizabeth, Tenley.” My step father Cranford beams as we walk toward the stairs leading into his home, I mean my home.
“Cranford, honey,” my Mom smiles, kissing Cranford on his cheek before he lifts her chin with his fingers, stealing a kiss to her lips.
Cranford wraps his arm around her waist, his smile descends to me as I make my way up the stairs. Hiking my backpack over my shoulder as I stop in front of them.
Cranford releases my mother and he places his hand on my shoulder before planting a kiss to my cheek. I’m not the cheek kissing type but Cranford seems harmless.
“Welcome to your new home, come on let's get you settled in,” he gestures for me to follow. Letting out a soft sigh, I follow behind them as the doors open revealing the most extravagant foyer I have ever seen.
The tile on the floors look so expensive I’m afraid to walk over it fearing I might leave a muddy footprint or scratch it.
The chandelier that hangs down takes up a large portion of the roof.
I’ve never seen one so big, now that I think about it I’ve never seen a chandelier in a house apart from in movies .
I knew Cranford was wealthy but knowing and seeing are two completely different things.
My expression turns somber as I begin to think about the life I left behind, as big and as nice as this house is, I’m still leaving so many great memories from my old life and I'm leaving memories of my Dad. I try to put on a smile as this is my new life now.
“Come, this way. I’ll show you to your room Tenley,” Cranford gestures to me as he ascends the stairs.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I nod. I guess there’s no turning back.
Even though I recently turned eighteen and could have moved out on my own I knew I couldn't leave my Mom, she’s the only family I have and she needs me.
I didn’t want to leave our old home but when Cranford offered to enroll me in Monarch Prep and pay for my schooling, my Mom did what any good Mom would do and said yes.
He can give us a better life Tenley. My mom’s words echo in my mind as I hurry to keep up with her and Cranford.
Reaching the third floor, Cranford looks back at me smiling before he opens the double doors.
My eyes widen taking in the spacious, luxurious room.
“Holy shit,” escapes my lips.
Cranford chuckles at my expression. “Explore, get comfy,” He moves both himself and my mother out of the way so I can enter my new room.
The white walls almost shine with the sunlight pouring through the curtains that float open as a small gust of wind picks up blowing it slightly. My mouth hangs open when I see a balcony.
I have my own balcony.
I pull the curtains open, my smile beaming as the sun bites my skin, I take a deep breath.
The view is stunning. The yard seems to go forever and just below me is a pool that seems almost too big.
Not that I will use it, I can’t swim, that is actually putting it lightly I hate the water it terrifies me but I can already picture myself sunbathing on the massive deck surrounding the pool .
“Do you like it?” Cranford asks as he and my Mom stand stoic in the middle of the room, their eyes filling with hope.
“I do, thank you.” I smile.
“Good good, I'm glad,” Cranford chirps as he sighs with relief.
“You may decorate however you like, this is now your home. I want you to feel a part of this family,” he effuses.
“Thank you,” I reply, wanting to tell him more but a little voice in the back of my head stops me.
“Please make yourself at home, it is your home now too. Dinner will be at seven and Silas will be in attendance,” Cranford informs me.
Right, Silas, the new stepbrother who I have never met.
Can’t wait.
I’d spent the afternoon organizing my clothes. The spacious walk-in robe gave me more space than I needed, but I’m sure I could fill it up with a few trips to the mall.
I’d found three uniforms in my closet waiting for me.
My stepfather wasn’t messing around when he said I’d be attending Monarch Prep.
My mother was right, the school is known for being prestigious and esteemed.
I tried on one of the school dresses. It hugged tight to my body and showed off my curves in the right places.
It's expensive but it makes me look good.
I’d rather not attend this dinner Cranford is so keen on, I knew being in the same room as Silas wasn't going to end well. Silas had done nothing to welcome us into the family, he hadn’t shown up for my Mom and Cranford’s wedding and the brief contact I’d had over the phone didn’t go down so well either, he was cold and harsh, basically he seemed like a prick.
For some reason he hated me and the feeling was mutual.