I glitch out, shaking and shuddering, my eyes bulging wide as the man looms over me and slowly twirls the vicious-looking hunting knife right in front of my face. My breath catches sharply as he touches my lower lip with the tip of the knife, ghosting the lethal point over my throbbing skin.
“I’m going to enjoy making you scream as I fuck every one of your slutty little holes, prey.”
Without warning, he reaches down, grabs a fist of fabric near the hem of my top, and yanks it up my torso. I spasm and flinch, my body unsure if it’s supposed to be gearing up to run for its life or tocome.
I really need to stop watching MaskTok.
I tremble as he shoves my top up over my bra. He brings his hand down, tracing the blade over my chin, my throat, then lower to the exposed skin between my breasts.
For some reason,that’sthe moment reality suddenly kicks in.
“STOP IT!” I scream. “Stop!”
The masked manlaughs.
“Fuuuuck,” he rasps. “You know how hard I get when you use that word, little prey.”
He keeps talking like we’ve discussed this before. Like I’ve been expecting it.
And that’s when it truly hits me.
He thinks I’m someone else.
Someone crazy enough to have signed up for this.
“You have the wrong girl!!” I blurt. “I’m not who?—”
My words and the subsequent scream are both choked off when he shoves my top up over my head, covering my face. His hand wraps around my throat, and I jolt violently from the combined sensation of his hot breath on my neck and his cold blade sliding over my cleavage.
The knife slips under the front band of my bra. His wrist flicks, and I gasp when hecuts the bra away.
“Stop it!!” I yell. “Let go of me!!”
The man laughs as he yanks my shirt over my head and tosses it behind him.
“Mmm, fuck, prey. My cock is so fucking hard for your screams.”
“I’m not her!!” I blurt in a blind panic, trying to wrestle out from under him. “I’m not?—!”
I shudder as the tip of his blade slides dangerously up my throat, sending sparks of panic and something I’m desperately trying not to acknowledge skittering through my core.
His big, strong hand jams between us, and I find myself choking on my breath as he slides it down my bare stomach and grabs the front of my leggings.
Remember, nothing will stop me. No pleading, no begging. Nothing except your safe word.
Safe word.
SAFE WORD.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE SAFE WORD?!
“STOP!!” I scream as he starts to pull my leggings down. “I’m not who you think I am!! You have the wrong girl!!”
“Use. The. Fucking. SAFE WORD,” he snarls viciously as he keeps yanking my legging down, past my panties.
My reaction comes from somewhere inside me, beyond my control. My knee jerks up, and I hear and feel him grunt and flinch when it slams into his crotch.
“Jesus…” he snarls.
