Chapter Forty-Four
Brynne
“You’re all going to be in those costumes?” I say to the boys as they suit up in the reaper costumes that Damon and Matteo bought home yesterday.
“Yes little devil, and we got a costume for you too,” Damon says. Matteo holds up a dainty devil costume for me and smirks. I got my period this morning so fitting into this should be comfortable. Not.
“Should have just asked me to go naked at that point,” I half joke. Ryker and Sawyer’s eyes burn with desire. After yesterday I look at the guys differently. I wasn’t expecting them to say yes to my request. It makes me believe that they truly will do anything I ask.
“Don’t tempt us,” Matteo smirks. They all try on the masks. They are practically ski masks with the bottom of a skull over their nose and mouth. The rest is black and you can only see their eyes. They put on the black robes and it does something to my body. I can feel my nipples harden and my pussy aches for them.
Damon turns around and his eyes give him away. They shine even more with him covered in black. “The true reaper boys,” I say. Sawyer hands me my costume and I sigh. I wasn’t banking on playing dress-up tonight. I hope I don’t feel awful when we get to the haunted house. I’ve been looking forward to this kill since Max. I grab the costume and turn to head for the bathroom. Damon grabs my arm to stop me.
“ No need to be shy now little devil,” he narrows his
eyes.
“ I need to freshen up,” I say with a bit of a bite. I yank
my arm from his and walk away without saying another word. I pull on the tiny costume and try to fit myself inside. My tits are practically hanging out of this. I own lingerie that covers more than this. There is no way they got this at a Halloween store. I look into the mirror and make sure my tampon string isn’t showing. “Fuck,” I mumbled as I grab my lower stomach.
The first two days of my period are the fucking worst. Mother Nature is not going to win this time. Killing is more important than this awful side effect of being a woman. I never understood why we have to be the ones to deal with this on top of getting pregnant and then on top of that, we are the ones having to take a cock inside of us for sex. Women get the short end of that stick.
The guys all turn around when I walk back into the
living room. “Fucking hell,” Ryker says under his breath. He smiles when his eyes meet mine. Ryker makes me feel young again and I think that is one of the reasons I’m so attracted to him. I would never want to relive my youth, but Ryker makes me want to do things I didn’t have the opportunity to do back then.
“You are the only one who could make that costume look that good,” Sawyer compliments. His eyes soften but he is awful at hiding his lust. The outline of his cock gives him away too .
“Damn Brynne, you make me want to get on my knees and beg you for just a little taste,” Matteo gushes. It's nice watching such a big man fall over me. Matteo looks like a brute, but he is everything besides that with me. If I had to guess, I would say he is nothing but a big cinnamon roll on the inside. I used to think men like that were weak, but Matteo has taught me that men are many things.
I look at Damon and his eyes blaze with desire. I want to act on it, but I don’t think I would be able to get this costume off even if I wanted to. It's like a second piece of skin at this point. “Let’s go over the plan again,” he demands. I’m left with this weird feeling in my chest after he turns around without complimenting me. It's like I crave his attention the most and he is the most difficult one to get to open up.
I walk over to the dining room table and look over the layout of the haunted attraction. Sawyer points to each building and tells us how many workers are in each one. “How do you know all of this?” I ask.
“Clara and I are a great team,” he boasts. If Clara was any other person, I may be jealous. I don’t like sharing and after claiming them the other night, I don’t want anyone else to have them.
“Should we have gone and checked out the place before?” Ryker asks.
“No,” Damon says flatly. He nods to Sawyer to continue. I look at Damon and wait for him to give me any sort of emotion. He was so soft the other day when I passed out, but now it's like he is a hardened version of that man .
“This is the main haunted house,” Sawyer points to a house in the middle of the map. “We all will be in here when we kill David. He will probably have his six main guys with him,”
“Six?” Matteo smirks. “Looks like we're going to have a lot of fun,” he adds.
“He usually only has two with him that I’ve seen. I assume that he will have two at the entrance and exit. Ryker and I will make sure the two guys at the entrance are occupied,” Sawyer looks to Ryker and nods.
“You aren’t going to take them out?” I ask.
“That would raise too much suspicion,” Ryker answers.
“Matteo, can you handle the two in the back?” Sawyer asks.
“Easy.”
“Okay, that only leaves Damon and Brynne. We have a certain amount of time in our window. They will get suspicious if he is inside too long. You both have to take out the guards with David. There should be a room to the left here,” he points to the house's layout. “That is called the asylum room. It has a bunch of fake tools inside. We have our own tools and no one walking by will bat an eye when you take apart David. I don’t know if they’re letting in any other people while he is inside.”
“How much time do we have?” Damon asks.
“The house is pretty big, but I’d say thirty minutes tops. The security officers all have walkies, so take them when you take out the guards. After thirty minutes I feel like the two guards at the front will start to get suspicious.” Sawyer looks at each of us and waits for us to nod.
“Let's go,” Damon says before grabbing the duffel bag and heading to Ryker’s car. We pull out of the garage and head to the meeting spot. The haunted house is on one of the farms nearby so the drive is only fifteen minutes. We pull into the abandoned gas station a mile away from the haunted house. The woods are backed right up to the property. It will be the perfect getaway route. With the field being open we will have to be strategic with getting to the woods.
“You got everything?” Sawyer asks Damon.
“Yes. Do we have a time when Penfield will be going into the haunted house?” he asks.
“He said if they raise enough money by eight then he will go in. My guess is anywhere between eight and eight thirty,” Sawyer shrugs.
“So, meet back at the car at nine?” Matteo asks.
“Yeah, everyone be back here right at nine. It will be
chaos once they find him. We might be able to make our run in it, but I don’t want to draw attention to us,” Sawyer says.
We all climb the fence one by one. My stomach aches but I’m not sure if it's excitement or cramps. I hide my discomfort and follow the guys. We get to the first building without being spotted and split up. It was risky having all of them in the same costume, but that is going to be the easiest way to know who is who. We couldn’t risk getting mixed up with other scare actors.
Damon grabs my hand and pulls me into the haunted house. I can’t help but feel the little pinpricks of electricity shoot through my palm and up my arm. I shouldn’t think this much into it, I’m not some school girl with a crush. He pushes me up against the wooden wall in a black room. I’m about to talk but his hand clasps around my throat.
He licks my neck and groans. “I picked this specifically for you little devil,” he taunts. “It was made for you,” he adds as he pulls the strap off my shoulder. His blue eyes are the only thing I can see in this room. His lips meet my brand, and he kisses it.
“I need to taste you, little devil. It's been too long.” His hands roam to my breasts. Then he slowly slides his hand on the outside of the little red spanks.
“Damon,” I croak. His eyes meet mine and he loosens his grip slightly to let me talk. “We can’t,” I say. His hand tightens around my throat again.
“Don’t deprive me of what is mine little devil,” he whispers in my ear. He unzips the front of the spanks and
pushes his hand into the front. I whimper completely forgetting about my circumstances. Then there is cheering outside and our attention is stolen when we hear the front door open. A walkie chirps from inside and Damon takes his hand out of my shorts. He places his forehead on mine and sighs. “I will have you, little devil,” he grabs my hand again and yanks me into the darkness of the hallway.
We hear the scuffles and then David screams and
swears at one of the jump scares. I can faintly hear him cursing himself for agreeing to do this. The steps come closer. Damon nods toward me before pulling his mask over his face. When they turn toward the darkness, we both grab the guards and cover their mouths. I can faintly see Damon snap his neck. I can't get a good grip on this guy to snap his neck. I reach behind me and grab the knife I have wrapped around my leg strap. I slide it across his throat and feel the warm blood coat my hands.
D avid doesn’t realize he is completely alone with two
predators. He continues to walk forward and if the map Sawyer had was correct then the Asylum room is coming up. I’ve only seen a few actors so far so hopefully they don’t discover the guards’ bodies and cut this fun short. Hopefully, Matteo took out the other two guards, but I can't worry about any of that right now.
Damon flanks David and gets him into a chokehold. It only takes a few seconds before he is out cold. “Let's get him to the room,” I say. Damon drags this useless bag of meat to the asylum room. He places him on the metal table and we duct tape his neck to the table and wrap the rope around his torso so his arms are restricted.
“Nothing compared to your torture room, but this will do,” Damon says. I didn’t realize he had gone back down into the tunnels. He was only in the room for a little when I first ran from them. He places the duffel bag on the table and takes some tools out. “What’s the plan little devil?” he asks.
“I have quite a few ideas,” I croon. Damon slaps David in the face and he comes to. David wiggles and realizes his predicament.
“What the fuck is this?” he cries out.
“ It's funny you say that,” I come closer to his face. “Your son said the same thing,” I smile.
“Max?” he says as he looks around the room. Damon steps forward.
“ Your son is dead,” I say plainly.
“Who the fuck are you?” David spats. Damon walks over to the table and David tries to wiggle free when Damon comes closer to his face.
“ Your worst fucking nightmare,” Damon says in a low voice .
“You see, your son was a very talkative boy and he told me some interesting things about you. You have some fucked up father-son time.”
“Whatever my son said was a lie. He was always strung out or drunk.”
“I wonder why?” I put the knife up to my lip to look like I’m thinking. “Maybe because you ‘forced’ him to
participate in your fucked up fantasies,” I shrug.
“I have no idea what you're talking about. Let me go or my guardsmen will kill you if they don’t get word back from me.”
Damon huffs under the mask. “You mean the six sorry men you brought with you today? Four of them are already dead and the other two are too oblivious to know what's going on inside here.”
“There is no use in lying. I’m guessing you know that I found your home videos. I left them for the police but let me guess. They’re on your payroll and they swept the flat under the rug?” I say.
“ Help!” David screams.
“ You can scream all you want, but this is a haunted
house. It's too loud for anyone to hear you outside. Now I have a proposition for you,” I point the knife towards him. “I gave your son the same opportunity, but he decided to lie to me. If you tell the truth then you won't get as hurt,” I say the latter in a playful tone.
“What do you want?” David spats. Damon grabs his face and his cheeks smush together .
“I suggest you first lose your tone when you speak to my,” Damon pauses. “Apologize before I cut your fucking
tongue out,” he adds.
“ Sorry,” David mumbles the best he can.
“ What do you remember about Sophie Lamanta?” I
ask.
“Who?”
“ Don’t act stupid now. It may just cost you your life,” I wink. I walk over and slide the knife down David’s cheek. I watch him shudder underneath the metal. My heart beats erratically and I want to plunge my knife into his disgusting face.
“Okay, okay. Sophie, yes, I remember her. What do you want with a dead girl?” he asks.
“ I wonder why she killed herself,” I say.
“She was a young girl. No one knows,” David says.
“Did you not hear what I said earlier? I know your dirty little secrets,” I smirk.
“Tsk tsk, that’s another lie,” Damon says from the darkness. He walks back into the light with the hedge trimmers. David's eyes glimmer with fear and its perfection. Exactly what I need for my painting.
“No no, w-wait,” he squirms.
“Now why would I wait when you aren’t giving me what I need? Who else was there that night?” I ask.
“ Max, just me and Max,” David lies. I nod toward
Damon and he walks toward the foot of the table. David looks down and finally realizes he is naked. Damon lowers the hedge trimmer to David’s flaccid dick and waits for my command.
“You see, I just don’t believe you, David. All it is going to take is one nod from me and your not so spectacular family jewels will be gone. From what I know, you wouldn’t like that too much,”
“Okay, okay. It wasn’t just Max.” “Who else?” I demand.
“Robert Hachett and one of his friends. I think his name was Benjamin. Rob called him Benny,” David says. Hearing the name sends a memory to the front of my head. I stumble and Damon’s eyes meet mine. It can’t be a coincidence that these people are connected. Damon’s eyes narrow when he looks back at David. He is about to squeeze the handles but I somehow get my legs to move.
“What did he look like?” I demand.
“I don’t know, just your average guy. Brown hair grey eyes,” David explains. My chest rises and falls at the images of those grey eyes on me while destroying me piece by piece.
“ Robert is friends with,” I pause not able to say his
name.
“Yes, I didn’t even know Ben before that night. I’ve seen him a few times since then but he was with his wife Caroline.”
Damon looks down at his wrist and then at me to speed this up. I like to take my time, but I don’t think David is going to give me anything else. I walk over to Damon and grab the hedge trimmers. “You see I know Benny. Very well actually. He was particularly an ass man. So maybe this will send him a message,” I take the tip of the hedge trimmer blade and push it slowly into David’s ass.
“ Fuck, stop. Stop p-please,” he begs.
“ You see I said the same thing when he was shoving
things into me for a week. When he and his friends thought it was funny to see how much they could stretch me with not only their cocks but objects too,” I say. “Let's see how much you can stretch David.” Blood seeps from the cuts I’m making inside his rectum.
“ No, please I have money.”
“ I don’t want money. I want revenge.” I press the
handles together and the blades come together and cut through his rectum and balls. It's one big gaping hole and I look at the duffel bag. “Grab the baseball bat,” I demand. Damon slowly walks over to the bag and hands it to me.
“ P-please god,” David gargles over his blood-filled
mouth. I pull out the hedge trimmers and shove the baseball bat inside the hole, impaling David.
“There are no gods,” I whisper. Damon rips his mask off and is on me before I can move. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me. He is urgent but gentle and it catches me off guard. He rips my shorts apart and loses his robe. He rips my top off and places my breast into his mouth. My nipples peak and he takes one in between his teeth.
“Damon,” I moan. He lifts me and places me on the slab in between David’s feet. His blood squishes under my ass. Damon lowers himself to taste me, but I try to back away. “Damon we can’t,” I protest.
“Little devil this pussy is mine and I’ve been dying to taste you all night.” He pushes my legs open and kisses my thigh. He moves closer to my pussy and I try to push him away. “Let’s take care of this first,” he mumbles. I feel a tug and look down to see Damon pull my tampon out with his teeth. “Some blood isn’t going to scare me, little devil. Especially when it's yours,” Damon hums.
His mouth is on me before I can protest again. I lean back and allow him to get his fill. His tongue runs up my
center and he sucks my clit into his mouth. He reaches up with one of his hands and grips my breast. I moan when his tongue darts back inside of me. He hums and the vibration makes me push my hips forward. I grind on his tongue chasing my orgasm.
“Fuck little devil, I need to be inside of you,” Damon declares. He stands and grips my hips and pulls me toward him.
“ Damon. The time,” I object.
“Fuck the time.” He slides inside of me, and I gasp
when I’ve taken all of him. I can feel every ridge inside of me. His veins and hard length rubbing against my walls. Damon reels back and pushes forward with all of his strength. I scream when his balls hit my ass. He completely uses all of my space.
“That’s right scream for me little devil,” Damon praises. I hold myself up, but the table is slippery with David's blood. I grip my breasts and his blood smears over my chest. Damon's eyes light up and he fucks me harder. I take each thrust and focus on Damon’s eyes. He never stops looking at me the entire time he destroys me and puts me back together.
“Damon, I’m close,” I moan.
“ Give it to me, I want all of you Brynne,” Damons
begs. I don’t know if it's because of how perfectly our bodies come together or the fact that he called me Brynne. I let myself fall into the abyss that is Damon and free-fall right into his arms. He doesn’t stop until he pushes every inch inside of me and empties his balls. His forehead rests on mine and his breathing is ragged. “You're going to be the downfall of me little devil,” he admits.
“ Report.” The walkies blare behind us. We both
separate from each other and Damon fixes his robe. He hurries to grab our clothes and shoves every into the bag .
“Your gloves,” I point to the ground. “What about my clothes?’ I ask standing completely naked covered in blood and cum leaking down my leg.
“Go and I'll catch up,” Damon demands.
“I’m naked Damon,” I remind him.
“Matteo will be at the exit and can carry you.” I look at Damon and he grabs my face and kisses me.
“Go,” he says firmly. I listen and leave him to grab the rest of our things. I make my way through the haunted house and get to the exit. I push open the door and Matteo stands next to the door. He doesn’t turn his head until I call out for him.
“We have to go, come on,” I say as I’m about to grab his hand.
“Brynne!” Matteo yells from the field behind me. I whip around to see Matteo, Ryker, and Sawyer running toward the woods. I whip back around at this person wearing the same costume as the boys.
“Hello Brynne Thornton,” A low voice says from under the mask. My eyes widen and I stumble backward a step. He matches my steps and I know I could make it if my stomach wasn’t aching right now. The door whips open again and Damon comes barreling out.
“ What are you doing? Run!”
“D-Damon,” I stumble. I watch as the masked man pulls his gun out from under his robe and points it at me.
Damon charges at him and grabs his arm. The gun goes off into the air.
“Run!” Damon yells. I have to fight with my legs to move. I don’t want to leave Damon, but we can’t get caught either. I run toward the woods to meet up with the other guys. I climb the fence the best I can and get to the car .
“What happened to you?” Matteo asks with urgency.
“Where’s Damon?” Sawyer asks.
“Someone was waiting for us at the exit. Damon fought him so I could run.”
“Sawyer?” Ryker says from the driver's seat. Sawyer looks conflicted. He takes a deep breath.
“Drive,” he finally says.
“What? No. we have to go back for him.” I demand. I reach for the door again, but Ryker locks me inside. “Unlock the door, we have to go help him,” I yell over my cries.
“Brynne baby,” Matteo says as he wraps his arms around my body. “He will be fine, we need to get out of here before the police start to get here,” he rationalizes.
“B-but Damon,” I cry.
“Drive,” Sawyer demands. Ryker looks in the rearview mirror and his eyebrows knit together at the image of me crying. I never cry in front of other people. I don’t like showing my emotions to anyone, but Damon’s words ring in my head like a beacon. You're going to be the downfall of me, little devil.
He will be okay. I say it over and over in my head, but I don’t feel any better. If anything happens to him, I’ll personally burn this world to the fucking ground. It will be nothing but ash beneath my feet.