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Attached? To Riley?
I can’t help but laugh. “Won’t be happening. She’s too…quiet for me.” Quiet and boring.
Maddox stares at me, his blue eyes darkening with suspicion. I don’t know what he sees on my face that convinces him, but he finally nods in satisfaction. “So, tomorrow? Haunted house. I’ll get Lila and you’ll get Riley.”
My lips twitch with a smirk. Oh, fuck yeah.
***
The place is pitch black as Maddox and I wait right outside the haunted house’s exit. We’re both sporting a LED mask, finding our faces. The type of mask you’d see in the Purge movies. Maddox is the one who came up with the idea. And I can’t lie, the masks go perfectly with his sick plan. After all, we are set on terrorizing our little hostages.
I see her the moment she exits the building. Her blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun, and she’s wearing a wine-colored mini dress with a black leather jacket and knee-high boots.
Riley takes a deep breath before she giggles, bumping her elbow into Lila’s hip. “You’re spooked,” she teases.
Lila lands a soft punch on Riley’s arm. “Shut up,” Lila says grumpily. She does look spooked. Lila takes in several ragged breaths, and she presses a hand over her heaving chest.
I hear the screams inside from the other visitors. This place is…creepy. But both Maddox and I are adrenaline junkies. We love shit like this.
Can’t say the same for Riley and Lila though.
My attention slides over to Maddox. He nods, motioning for me to move forward. Time to set his plan into action. I unfold myself from my position and get to my feet, walking out of the shadows.
I move behind Riley and Lila notices me first. Her smile dies and her eyes widen in alarm. She doesn’t realize that Maddox is behind her, but I know the moment Riley sees him. Her body tenses and she gasps out loud, her shock evident in the tiny sounds she makes. Both girls reach out for each other, almost protectively, but they are too late.
I reach out toward Riley and grab her by the waist. She lets out a terrifying scream as I spin her toward me. She doesn’t have a chance to take a look at my masked face before I’m hoisting her over my shoulder. Maddox does the same with Lila, and then he’s carrying his captive away.
Riley lies there, hanging upside down over my shoulder as I do the same, going in the opposite direction. My little hostage doesn’t stop screaming though. “Let me go!” she bellows, her words choked with horror as she claws my back. “Oh my God! Please don’t kill me!”
Kill her? She does have a creative imagination; I have to give her that.
Yeah, there’s no killing happening tonight, I’m just gonna have a little fun terrorizing the little wallflower. I wonder if her eyes will look as pretty when they’re filled with fear.
And then it makes me wonder what her tears would taste like. I’m sure they would taste of salt, pain and despair. It would taste like the wreckage that is of her soul.
And I think I’d like that.
To taste her…and her tears.
Riley is wiggling so much that she starts slipping down my back. “Jesus, stop fucking moving so much.” She’ll break her goddamn neck if she falls.
I barely make it across the field, before I am forced to stop next to the new and unused dumpsters that the school has stacked up against the concrete walls of the building.
When Riley’s wiggling intensifies, I have no choice but to drop to the ground, to save her from falling and snapping her damn neck in half. Fuck, she’s trouble.
She’s still in my arms, and I adjust her on my lap. “Stop moving,” I hiss, pinning her arms between our chests when she tries to use her tiny fists to punch me.
Riley opens her eyes and she takes one look at my masked face before her horrifying wails pierce the air. Ah, for fuck’s sake. Everyone will hear her screaming and come running any second now. “Stop,” I growl, harsh enough that she flinches and sucks back the scream in her throat.
Her struggling ceases but her face crumples, fear etched all over her expression. “W-who are y-you?” she stutters shakily.
I grin behind the mask. “Who do you think I am?”
Her brows furrow, and I know she’s thinking of the familiarity of my voice. Her body is still tense, and she’s still too frightened to think straight.
Aw, poor little wallflower. Let’s give her a break.
I reach up and remove my mask, dropping it beside us on the ground.
