Page 5 of The Aftermath

Call it what you will, but that girl is mine. I thought I could handle only being her masked man and not taking what’s mine but not after seeing that asshole touch her. I can’t.

“They’re going to the bathroom,” Ry says.

“Good. Come on,” I tell them. The two of them follow behind me as we head toward the Tower of Terror. I saw the asshole who touched her come this way.

We go inside, and it’s dark with very little light, but I can make out that motherfucker anywhere. His face is burned into my memory.

We take the steps quickly until we meet up with his little group and distribute the masks from my bag. I nod to the guys, and they take off running, pretending to be actors. They effectively get them separated when I grab the fucker by the back of his shirt and yank him into a hallway. He screams like the little bitch he is as I slam him against the wall. His head bounces off, and he slides to the floor in a heap. He’s blinking, trying to focus, when I pull the knife from my bag and move toward him. In the dim light, you can make out the blade, but he’s still trying to focus his eyes.

“I warned you,” I taunt him, pressing the knife to his forehead.

“Le-leave me alone,” he stutters. I keep my voice low and level when I say, “I told you I’d find you.” Now he screams, but so does everyone else in the fucking Tower of Terror. No one knows why he’s screaming as I smash my boot down on top of his hand. I lean down and place the knife right above the knuckles, and I cut. His screams pierce my fucking ears, and I cringe having to hear it. The only screams I want to hear are Angel’s when she’s begging to take my cock.

The asshole passes out as I reach down and pick up one of his fingers. That should be a good reminder to Angel that she better not let anyone else put their hands on her. I stuff the finger in my pocket before grabbing the gag and stuffing it in the asshole’s mouth. Then I get my rope out and tie him up before dragging his body out of the building at the rear. No one goes back here. It’s an emergency exit. It’ll be after hours before anyone hears him, and by then, we’ll be gone.

I clean up my mess and meet the guys out the front, where we stuff the masks back into the bag for safekeeping.

Chapter 4

Angel

It’s not that I scare easily, but when I was younger and went into the Tower of Terror, someone tried to grab me. No one knows this but my mom because when I got away, I ran screaming and crying to her. The guy had a mask on, and I assumed he worked in there, but when he kept following me and tried to drag me out of a side door, I knew that’s not what was happening.

But I’m safe with Tamsyn. I keep telling myself I’m safe with her. There are two of us.

“The guys said they’d meet us in there,” Tamsyn says. I nod my head, and we wait our turn. When it comes, we walk in, and there are flickering lights and screams all around. That’s the point of the Tower, right? To instill fear in you.

Tamsyn and I make it through the first of ten levels. It’s supposed to get scarier the higher up you go. I wouldn’t know, as I’ve never made it that far.

Tamsyn and I scream when people jump out at us, but they quickly move away, and we laugh. We get to the level of mirrors and step inside. As soon as we step through, the lights flicker, and masked men can be seen in the reflection. I gasp and step back, hitting the wall with a scream.

“Stop!” Tamsyn laughs at me.

“I’m sorry!” I hiss at her like it was my fault. The lights flicker more, and then I see another. These aren’t masks I recognize, either. It has to be for show. I keep repeating that in my head until I hear a man’s deep voice boom through the mirrors.

“Run!” It sounds like thunder, rattling the mirrors as Tamsyn takes off running. My heart is pounding against my ribs as I try to run after her, but I slam into glass.

“Tamsyn?” I call out to her. She doesn’t answer, and I begin to panic. Where the hell did she go that quickly? There’s no way she made it through that fast. “Tamsyn?” I call out again. This time, my voice is shaking. The lights flicker again, and the masked men are closer. I whip my head around, thinking they’re right behind me, except no one’s there.

“I want out!” I scream this time. That’s what you’re supposed to do if you can’t handle it anymore. That’s what they said when we came in. Yell, ‘I want out’, and someone will come for you. “I want out! I want out!” I scream louder and louder, but all I get in return is a sick laugh. Bumps form on my skin as tears slowly begin to slide down my cheeks. I feel along the glass until my hands stop suddenly. This isn’t glass. They’re on someone. Someone’s rock-hard chest is now under my palms. I open my mouth, about to scream, when a hand is wrapped around me from behind. I try to bite the hand, but it does no good. I begin to kick and claw, fighting, but someone is dragging me back. My chest is tight as I’m taken down a small hall.

I hear the rattle of chains, and my eyes widen in fear. I keep trying to fight the grip this person has on me, but I can’t. They’re too strong for me. More hands grab my wrists and jerk them above my head. Then I feel the chains wrap around them and tighten. Right then, the hand is moved from my mouth, and I open my mouth to scream, only to have something shoved into my mouth to silence me.

My legs are still free but there’s nothing I can do with them. I’m standing on my tiptoes because that’s how high they have my arms above my head.

It’s pitch black, and I can’t see a thing. Sobs shake my body when I feel my skirt being lifted. I try to pull away, but I can’t. There’s nowhere to go. Hands grab my hips to keep me in place while a foot kicks my legs apart. I’m barely able to stand on my own when I feel a finger press against me. I suck air through my nose as tears stream down my cheeks.

I hear a groan as the finger circles my clit. The lights flicker once more, and I see the masked men again. There are three of them, but one I recognize. No. That can’t be Silas. He wouldn’t do this to me.

The lights flicker again, and he’s closer to me now. His head tilts to the side as he reaches for his jeans and unbuckles them, his cock falling free. His gloved hand grabs his cock, and he begins to stroke it while watching me through the mask. I can feel my heart hammering against my ribs when someone moves behind me. I scream through the rag once more when I’m lifted off my feet. Then, the man in front of me steps closer and thrusts into me. Someone is on each side of me, holding me in place. Holding me at the perfect angle for the other one to slide into me. And he does.

His gloved hands come to rest on my hips tightly as he fucks me. I don’t want to like it. I want to feel this good, but I do. The face leans in closer, and I can feel his hot breath even through the mask as it sweeps over my face. He keeps going, taking me harder and faster as the other two keep me spread open for him. I whimper around the rag in my mouth, but I can feel just how fucking wet I am. What the hell is wrong with me? The man keeps going, fucking me so hard I feel like I’m breaking in two.

Then I feel the finger toying with my clit until I clench and release. I come, screaming behind the gag as the man comes inside of me. I can feel him hit every fucking inch of me. His cock jerks inside me a few times before he pulls out, and the other two lower my feet. My legs are shaking as I try to stay on my toes when my wrists are released from the chains. I immediately fall to the floor with a thud. I sit here with my head down, not looking at any of them. I feel shame. I feel sick. I feel dirty.

The lights flicker, and a cool finger runs down my heated cheek. I risk it now and look up at the mask. That’s when I saw what was touching my cheek. It’s a finger, Only it isn’t his. It’s been cut off someone. I scramble back, but I don’t get far. There’s nowhere to go. I can’t stop the sobs ripping out of me. The man grabs a backpack and stuffs the finger inside before pulling it onto his back. He moves toward me, and I shake my head.

“I won’t tell anyone!” I feel dizzy. Like, I’m going to pass out. The man in the mask tilts his head and studies me for what seems like forever. “Please. I won’t tell anyone.” He nods his head and motions for the door. I climb to my feet as quickly as I can, and before I can turn to run, he’s already gone.

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