Page 55 of Hide Me Darling

As I move deeper, I run my hands along the glass on both sides, hoping to find a way out. Suddenly, my hand brushes against empty space.

Turning into the opening, I find myself in another hallway of mirrors, this one wider. I press forward, my senses on high alert, searching for any clue that might lead me out of this mirrored labyrinth.

As I walk, I notice subtle differences in the reflections—angles that shift imperceptibly, creating a maze of illusions that seem to stretch into infinity. Terror threatens to take hold, but I push it down, focusing on the task at hand: finding an exit.

I find another opening, moving into a space that seems to twist and turn with multiple wider openings. Frustration gnaws at me, not knowing which direction to choose.

Then, without warning, the dim lights sputter and die, plunging me into total darkness again. Panic fills me and I strain my eyes, but I can’t see anything.

Just as fear threatens to overwhelm me, a faint crimson glow begins to suffuse the darkness. It flickers at first, then grows stronger, casting a red hue that distorts the mirrored walls. The room itself seems to come alive with the sinister light.

And there, in each mirror's reflection, is Cain.

He moves almost casually, his reflection rippling and moving around the room. Just when I think I know where he really is, the silhouette shifts out of the frame. “Had enough yet, little shadow?”

I don’t know what’s real and what’s not. “I’ll never let you win,” I reply defiantly, my voice steadier than I expected.

Cain chuckles darkly, the sound bouncing off the mirrored walls, distorting and amplifying. "You've got spirit, I do love that," he muses, his red-masked reflection pacing in sync with his words. "But here’s the thing, darling, you’ve already lost."

Reaching down, I pull the knife from the sheath strapped to my leg, letting the light of his mask catch on it as he tilts his head. “I don’t think so.”

He continues pacing as though undisturbed by my words. “A knife won’t save you, Hydessa,” he says and for a moment he pauses, looking less like a pacing lion and more like one ready to pounce. “This is a lesson for you, little shadow, there is no escaping us ever again. You’re ours.”

The lights go out again and before I can run, pain shoots through my wrist as something hits it and my only weapon slips from my grasp and clatters to the ground. The red light comes back on, almost blinding with how close it is in front of me.

My hand darts out, grabbing the bottom of his mask, but his fingers envelope mine, crushing them together until I whimper from the pain. He makes a tutting sound as he grabs the other hand I raise as well.

“Naughty girl, we may know who you are, but we’ll keep our secrets a little longer. Don’t make me bind those hands.”

I struggle against Cain's grip, but my body is reacting to his, and I can already feel the ache in my core as he holds my hands captive. He twists my arms painfully behind me as he moves around my back, his movements swift and practiced.

I feel the cold bite of a belt tightening around my wrists. It cuts into my skin, restricting any hope of freeing myself. With each tug, my breath hitches, the pain radiating through my body.

The hood covering my head is ripped away, exposing my face to the light. His fingers snake around my ponytail, yanking it harshly until I'm forced into a painful arch, my back protesting the angle.

His masked face brushes against the side of mine as he leans over me from behind. His hard cock grinds into my ass as his other hand reaches around my body, lifting my hoodie and shirt to reveal my bra underneath and I whimper.

“I’m going to fuck you now, little shadow. I’m going to impale you on my cock and savor every delicious sound you make.”

Jesus fucking christ, it would be helpful if my body didn’t betray me, throbbing in time with each movement and word. I had wanted answers, I had been determined to get them this time.

But as I’m quickly learning, these men do what they want, when they want to. I’m not going to get answers tonight, and what he is going to give me is something I’m quickly starting to crave. His gloved fingers wrap around my bra at the thinnest part between my breasts, jerking on it until it snaps, exposing me to the mirrors and his masked gaze.

My hoodie and shirt drop again now that he isn’t holding them up, covering me, but he just takes a hold of them and pulls them up and over my head, hooking them behind my neck. The material pulls tight as he releases my hair, pulling my arms and shoulders back even more. I groan as my muscles start aching quickly under the strain.

With my arms trapped, I offer no resistance when his hands move to my pants. Cain jerks them open and pushes them down my thighs with my underwear, sufficiently trapping my legs when they gather around my ankles. The length of my body is reflected over and over in the mirrors around us, the red light of his mask making the scene appear seductive as his gloved hands travel back up to my breasts.

My pulse races, my skin prickling with every brush of his gloves against my skin. "Please," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears.

“We spoke about this last night, little shadow, please what?” he growls. The fingers brush over the bite mark he left the previous night, trailing along the cuts as though enjoying the sight of them on my skin. When he finds my nipples, he rolls the already tender peaks. It’s like he has a direct line to my pussy and I feel each twinge of pain deep inside my throbbing core.

The craving for him, for them, grows with each touch, each movement. I have gone out chasing release after release, searching for something I have rarely found. Even when I am able to find release with another man, it’s fleeting. The feeling hardly lasts long enough for me to make it out of the club.

Not with these masked men. Maybe it’s because I don’t know who they are. Maybe I am just as twisted as them, maybe that’s why my body becomes a willing participant in my own destruction, my own surrender is going to be my downfall.

I know this. I work hard and I have saved so many lives. I may not be full of light, I may fight hard against the darkness inside me, but in the end, I help people. So no matter how twisted this is, I am going to hold onto it until the last second because I deserve to feel good. I deserve to have something that thrills me like this, no matter how wrong it may seem.

I moan, words escaping me as I watch the erotic vision in the mirrors around us, the many reflections of his fingers exploring my body making it so much dirtier, so much more erotic. “Please, fuck me,” I whisper finally.

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