Page 19 of Trapped

“Fuckkkk, Robin,” he murmurs, then carefully reaches out and touches my face with his fingertips. He rubs his release into my skin, watching intently as he does so. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“What? Come on my fucking face? Release me at once,” I snarl, discomfort boiling up to the surface. Suddenly this entire evening, the drugs and hallucinations, the chase, followed by this sexual pent-up, has me feeling on edge. “I said release me,” I repeat, but Arsène just watches me, his fingers still playing with his cum on my skin.

Ignoring my shaky sneer.

Steps behind me make me even more jumpy, but I have got nowhere to go as I’m still trapped in this fucking nightmare.

I want to go home.

Do you?

The desire hits so sudden that it catches me off guard. Not home home, not to my dad, nor my brothers. But somewhere else, somewhere where I can feel at home at last. Somewhere where I can paint, can get lost in my own world and feel safe.

“I can see it in your eyes,” Arsène mumbles, carefully observing me. His thumb brushes my cheek and chin. “Your anxiety. Don’t be afraid, papillon, I’m going to let you fly.”

The sharp smell of acetone hits my nostrils, and I jerk away as far as I can, fear rattling through my nerves. My hands resume their pulling, a desperate search to break free from copper thread, when a sudden touch on my shoulder makes me cry out. I look at Arsène, whose face I can now admire in its full glory. A few of his dark strands are stuck to his forehead, curling up at the edges. He watches me with a smile, then flicks his tongue over his plush, full bottom lip, and I know.

He likes my fear.

“Relax,” he purrs. “It’s only Enzo. We’re going to let you out now, and then he’s going to escort us back to Monterrey castle.”

“Back to…” Something slithers through my spine. Dread? Or perhaps it's a relief to know that this is nearly over? “Am I eliminated?”

What will school be like after tonight? Will Arsène go back to ignoring me after he’s had his fingers in me? His cum on my face?

“I’m going to unglue you from the web now, sir,” Enzo says from behind me, as if it’s the most common thing in the world. “This might sting a bit, but it doesn’t hurt. The super glue, or Thor as we call it, mixed with thread is highly efficient.”

“No shit,” I growl, grimacing as I watch him work efficiently with cotton and acetone. He wasn’t kidding, that shit stinks. He brushes over the bare skin of my fingers and wrists, while keeping a firm grip on my neck to prevent me from falling like I’m some wounded puppy. A wounded, naked puppy, I realize with flushing cheeks. Who’s wearing a butt plug with a dead spider on it. A huge, dead spider.

I shudder.

,“Look at his ass and you’re fired.” Arsène barks from the other side, and I don’t need to look at him to feel his prying gaze on me. “Twenty years of service or not.” Enzo gives him a careful, “Yes, sir,” while he gingerly works my palms, pulling me back a little while he works my knees to prevent me from falling back into the trap.

“Your boy is a little shaken up,” he remarks sheepishly.

Really? I inwardly sneer. My mind is unsteady, with thoughts whipping by and a variety of sounds invading my brain. But a part of me is sobering up even further, realizing that this is part of the drug and its hallucinations. It’s not real.

Not real.

My own hands are real though, as they fly down with a newfound urgency. While Enzo and Arsène are still talking about god knows what, I make quick work of getting my pants back on. And I’ve already taken at least ten steps before I hear footsteps behind me, hunting me once more.

“No!” I snarl accusingly toward the forest. Where are those green tentacles when you fucking need them?

Not real.

The grip on my shoulders is though. It’s hard, thwarting me from escaping any further as I once more crash toward the forest ground. I wince, and the voices in my head swell in volume, before they disappear altogether.

Enzo grabs me back up and simultaneously puts the bottle of water at my lips, and I don’t want to drink, but I’m so fucking thirsty, that that’s exactly what I do. Desperate gulps that reinforce my ownership back over my unsettled mind.

“It’s nearly time to fly,” Arsène muses from where he’s crouched down beside me. He’s already so close, and this frantic attempt to escape has drained the little energy that was left inside of me. I surrender.

The next second, he’s all over me, as if he can feel the shift inside of me. Arsène’s arms around my shoulders. His chest pressed against mine as he puts us both up and back onto our feet. Despite the white school shirt and his black cloak, I can feel his muscles flex when he presses me closer, inviting my chin and face into the crook of his neck. He’s a little taller than I am, and we dip and curve perfectly in one, smooth bow of lines.

Those thoughts are a slap to my face, and I shove them aside, shove him aside as well. At least, I try to, the gesture making him look down with a frown before he pulls me effortlessly back in his strong hold.

“Don’t run away from me anymore, papillon,” he hums inside my ear, and I shiver. “You should be celebrating, you won the Wicked Chase. We will be celebrating. Soon now. Isn’t that what you wanted? Why you came out here tonight?” Painting a wet circle with his tongue on my neck, he hums, “To piss off your daddy and your brothers.” Suddenly, he spins me around, catching me off guard, and presses our lips together. “You’ve done so well, papillon, but next time you run away from me, I’ll keep you like a wrapped up larva for my little friends to play with.”

“Next time I run away from you?” I echo when he pulls back. Fuck, it’s like my mind is playing tricks on me once more. “You drugged me, chased me down into these woods, only for me to get trapped into some giant spider web…” I halt, panting. I am still standing there, in his arms, feeling my defenses crumble. “Y—you kissed me, put y—your fingers in my ass, and, and…”

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