Page 26 of Fed By Fear

The second left should lead me past the tunnel of hands and to the curtain separating this room from the next.

My boots screech as I skid to a halt. The hallway is different. The blacklight arrows pointing the way out are gone.

The floor is wet. Backing out with quick steps gets me away from the dark liquid and back on dry ground. Each step leaves a red boot print on the concrete floor. Is all that liquidblood?

I’ll go the other way.

Pain shoots through my forehead when I spin around and slam straight into a wall. No, not a wall. It’s a mirror. That was not there before.

My confused reflection stares back at me. Sweaty hair clings to my forehead. Smudged mascara rims my eyes. The blue skin stretches even farther than before. I’ve looked better.

I turn back toward the bloody hallway.It’s gone.

Instead, I’m staring at dozens of reflections of myself. Red letters painted across the ceiling read “Hall of Mirrors.” Great. This is one of my least favorite attractions.

Finding a way out is as hard as I remembered. Every few feet I slam into another mirror.

“Oh, come on!” I groan.

Several ghosts have followed me into the maze. A towering man stares blankly ahead. A woman with a bentneck mutters something about regret. They don’t have endless reflections like I do. Each ghost only appears in one pane.

Laughter belts around me. I spin, looking from mirror to mirror. Empty, empty, and then there he is. Madness leans against a mirror, arms folded over his muscular chest.

“Lost? Try laughing, it might help.” He chuckles again, and the sound rises in pitch the longer he carries on.

“Show me the way out,” I demand.

His laughter stops, body hunching forward slightly. “Answer a question for us.”

I cock a brow, folding my own arms to match his stance. “What’s the question?”

“We just want to know how that ache between your thighs is doing.” The intensity of his masked stare raises my internal temperature.

“Hunt cut me on my calf, not between my thighs.”

“No, no, no. Think higher, wetter…”

Heat flushes my cheeks when I realize what he’s asking. Checking in with my body is a mistake. There’s a steady pulse and unmistakable dampness beneath my skirt. Horror and shock spread down my abdomen. When did that happen? Why did that happen? Fuck, this is fucked.

Madness must see the realization as it hits me. His laughter starts again, echoing around the maze. He takes several steps forward. “We could fill that void. We’d love to make you scream.”

The thought of his warm, dark skin on mine, those abs tightening as he ruts inside me… My pussy clenches around nothing. I shake my head, clearing the visual.Githany, what the fuck?

There must be something in the air. An aphrodisiac in the ventilation system. I saw that type of thing in a movieonce. Maybe they drugged me. I haven’t accepted anything to eat or drink since I got here. With all the chaos that’s happened tonight, they could have slipped a needle in my skin when I wasn’t looking. What about my calf? The tip of the chainsaw might be coated in some illegal substance that boosts arousal. It could have entered my bloodstream when he cut me.

Every train of thought sounds dumber than the one before it. Chainsaws dipped in arousal gel? What the hell is wrong with me? It has to be something they did. It’s not me. I’m not attracted to them, or tothis.

They claimed to be nightmares. Not human. It sounds farfetched but there was something not right with their faces and mouths. The memory of Gator’s forked tongue flicking beneath his butcher’s mask has me clenching around air again. This time a rush of liquid seeps out.

My body is taking on a life of its own and ignoring all input from my shock-spun brain. My temperature spikes again when my gaze catches on a bulge in the front of Madness’s pants. Not even the ridiculous polka-dot fabric can hide what he’s packing. It’sbig, big.

Madness drops into a crouch, his mask sliding into the space where I’d just been ogling his dick.

“The look you’re giving us is making it very hard for us to control ourselves.”

He keeps speaking in the plural. Is he talking about the others? Are they close by?

“How do I get out of the maze?”