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Yeah, I totally just set myself up for a horror movie death.
Moving closer to the church, hoping to find a spot to hide, I call Noah’s phone again. It continues to go to his voicemail making me growl under my breath.
“Where the hell are you?” I whisper into the phone while I glance around for a place to hide. “Meet me at the old church, we need to talk. There’s a small trail behind the bar that leads right to it.”
I hang up and stare at the old stone structure that seems to be hugged by the drooping branches of the weeping willow trees. I move closer to it, hoping Nimona is still out here but everything is quiet except for the frogs who sing their haunting songs to one another.
Shivers run up my arms as I stare at the building that I’m sure wasneverhome to a loving god a day in its life. Why did I tell Noah to meet me here of all places?
“Valeriaaaaa.” I hear someone unfamiliar singsong from the surrounding woods.
More voices join in as my breathing hitches before turning ragged, my head becoming a swivel as I try to find the people hiding the shadows.
“Come play, little whore.” One says followed by laughter from somewhere else.
“I can make you scream.”
“Scream for us, let the devil hear your song.”
“Come here, little girl.”
I pull my knife free and steel my spine, but before I can open my mouth to challenge these hidden cowards, a leather gloved hand wraps around my knife wielding wrist while another shoves my scream back into my mouth.
I’m going to fucking die and I haven’t even lived.
I kick my legs out like a wild animal as I drug backwards, but it's no use. Whoever is holding me is much stronger than I am, their grip is like steel. The voices no longer taunt me, but I can’t be sure they’ve gone quiet because the sound of my pounding heart and rushing blood sound rage in my ears like a war drum in the middle of a forest fire.
Through my peripheral vision, I see us moving toward the darkened church and I scream as loud as I can behind the hand, trying to elbow my captor and kick his shins. I scratch and pull at the wrist holding my face as we enter the church. The bastard kicks the door shut before slamming me face first against the rickety wood.
“I told you, little one, you started a game. Now we’re going to play.” Rey’s cold detached voice has my eyes widening and my lungs freezing before my whole body heats up with my suddenly boiling rage.
Feeling me stiff in his arms, he chuckles against me, grinding his hard cock against my ass before he whispers brokenly.
“Don’t freeze up now. You’ve been chosen, but you have to come willingly.” Fuck me, I’m one sick and twisted bitch because that hungry voice coupled with those words has my core throbbing. I’ve always had strange and devilish tastes in foreplay, things that no sane woman wants, but I can’t change who I am and what I want.
Not that I’ve actually tried to change.
Kidnapping, forced, even drugged are all kinks of mine…of course I’ll only take it as role playing. Still, getting a somewhat real deal just unlocked a new level of kink.
When I don’t melt in his arms like I’m sure the cocky bastard is expecting, I’m yanked away from the wall and turned to face the room. The moonlight spills in through the old stained-glass windows, casting a crazy kaleidoscope against the wooden church pews. Suddenly, my knife appears in front of my face before he places it against my throat.
I lift my hands on instinct to fight back, but Rey’s tsking stops me.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He slides the tip down, leaving a burning sting of pain in its wake as beads of blood roll down to my cleavage, “Besides, I can practically hear the lust in your heartbeats. I bet your pussy is dripping, isn’t it? So eager to be my helpless victim.”
I whimper at the pain of the shallow slice and the hard throbbing of my clit.
His laugh is dark, “Yeah, my little muñeca likes dirty danger.”
My fingers clench at my side before the scent of burning wood and weed hits my nostrils. Someone else is with Rey, but who? I pretend not to notice the newcomer as Rey continues a path down my chest with the knife as he pulls the back of my head to his chest.
“I’m going to let go of your mouth. You’re not going to scream, are you? No one will hear you, but you’ll still be punished for it.”
I swallow thickly, my mind warring over fucking or fighting. One part of me begs me to make a break for it, but the other, more dominant part of me is hungry for whatever this is. For whoever this stranger is standing beside my stepbrother as my second captor.
I shake my head and I swear I hear the bells of hell tolling for my lost soul.
“Good girl.” Rey whispers into my ear.
