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I run my finger over the old tiled sink, where I’d cut myself open on multiple occasions just to feel something. Anything other than the aching feeling of loss. I didn’t want to feelanything. I wanted so fucking badly to be just like Skully that I trained my dumb ass self to not feel.
It worked.
Until Ruby La Rosa.
Now I have to be hers.
I pick up the bone mask, throwing my robe over my clothes and sliding the mask over my face. Little Ruby La Rosa doesn’t know what the fuck is coming for her, and the worst part about that is… she’s going to fucking wish it wasn’t me.
Time stands still. I feel elated, as if I am falling through clouds in the sky, and anytime I try to stop myself from falling, my fingers grasp the emptiness of the clouds. I want to go home. I want Mama, Papa, and Betty. I want to go back to when my life was the chaotic mess that it was, but it was a familiar mess. I want to go back to when Wicked was a simple boy who Papa brought home and who just needed a new home.
I know my life can never be that simple. I know that I’ll never have the kind of luxury that that can offer me. But I wish for it anyway.
I rest my head back against the hedge, long lost given up my fight to escape this never-ending maze. I’d die fighting as much as I’d die by sitting here. I’d rather die this way than give them the satisfaction of me trying to run.
“That it?” His voice shocks me, and my head whips up to a darkened corner to find him standing in a long black robe thatcovers the top of his head. If that isn’t bad enough, the bone mask that covers his face is. It has scratches over the top, but where the mark-off of five comes, it’s done in red. It only covers the top half of his face, leaving his jaw and lips wide open. “Gotta admit, kinda hoped you’d fight harder.”
“Fuck you.” I spit on the ground, leaning my head up to the sky, where a full moon beams back down at me. I like the moon more than the sun. The sun resembles happiness, warmth, everything humans fake. The moon symbolizes the cold, the people who like to hide in the shadows.
I’m cold.
So cold.
My teeth chatter, but I keep the hoodie clinging to my body. “Whatever it is you want from me, you’ll have to kill me to get it.”
He pushes from the hedge, and just when I think he’s not going to say anything, and when I’ve found myself lost on the steel tip of his boots, he lowers down to face me. “Trust me, that can be arranged, but for now—” He grabs me from around the collar, forcing me to my feet. “Find your way out of here.”
“Why!” I scream, balling my fists on the sides of my body. “Why should I do any-fucking-thing you say?” His mask is interesting. I’m annoyed at how often I find myself tracing the curve of his lips. “Why should I—” His hand is around the front of my throat, forcing me backward against the hedge.
He tilts his head and my mouth slams closed. “Because if you ever want to see your papa again, you’re going to do exactly as you’re told—” He squeezes again, forcing me harder against the bush. “Because if you don’t, Ruby? I’ll kill you like I have the other three hundred and however many marks are indented into this skull.” My blood turns cold as I trace every line with new eyes. Literally. “So you’re going to do as you’re fucking told.”
“No—” I bite out. “I’m not.” His hands fly beneath my thighs and he lifts me off the ground. He knew that if I didn’t wrap mylegs around his waist that I’d be left hanging by his hand around my throat. Fuck.
“You will.” His lips touch mine and heat rushes to the surface. “Or I’ll make it hurt enough until you do.” He smirks over my mouth. “Go on—” He kisses me like he did that night. “Fight me.”
I force my lips closed, moving my head away from him when he brushes his hand over my underwear. I try not to give in, but my breathing turns heated.
“You gonna stop me?” He presses his thumb against my clit. “Because I wouldn’t.”
His other hand moves to cover my mouth and he splits my legs wider as he moves my panties to the side, his finger dipping inside my pussy. I squeeze around him, unable to hold in my restraint.
“Look at me, and I won’t drug you to do this.” I don’t. I keep my eyes locked on the leaves that grow out of the hedge.
He forces my face to his, and my heart snaps in my chest when I come face-to-face with the monster he has been all along. “Ride me.” Do I do it? It wouldn’t be giving in if I did. It would simply be me taking charge.
I roll my hips forward as his lips crash onto mine. He opens up his robe and unfastens his belt buckle, pulling his pants down as he bites against my chin.
“This is gonna hurt…” He forces my body onto his hard cock and I yelp out a scream, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. He pushes into me, kissing my lips. “Sorry, baby…” Something pinches my arm, and my eyes fly to his, wide as the colors mix together like a watercolor painting.
He drops me back to the ground and I dust off his feeling from my body. Just as I take another step, I lose my footing and my mind turns fuzzy. A loud siren noise pierces through the air, and I chuckle manically. “Oh, what’s that mean?”
Wicked pauses, his head moving to the side when his eyes narrow on a spot in the corner of the hedge. “Fuck.”
“What is it?” I joke, rolling my eyes. “Someone escape? Lucky them!”
He grabs me by my wrist and starts dragging me down the tight turns and pathways. Five minutes later, I see the end of the tunnel. Grass sprawls out around our feet as he continues toward the opening. I widen my eyes to stop them from smudging when I see the township ahead. Little cabins are built around each other, where a large run-down building sits. It looks like an abandoned hospital.
“What is this place?” I let him drag me down the grassy mountain and toward the cabins.
