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Once more around these hungry men, I start by jogging.

Soon enough, though, I pick up my pace.

With nothing but stockings on my feet, I run.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The closest tree to me is just twenty feet away.

In the silent cemetery, for the first minute or so, I only hear myself. My footfalls on the grass. My labored breath. The errant moan leaving my lips.

I see the trunk of the tree getting closer and closer. I’m sprinting toward it, but why? What will they do to me there?

I don’t have to worry myself about the question for long.

They’re after me. Chasing me. They’ll catch up in no time, take me however they want.

My whole body lights up in a combination of arousal and fear. The endorphins swirl in my bloodstream.

This fight-or-flight mode they keep thrusting me into does the strangest, most wonderful things to my body.

When I make it to the tree I chose, I outstretch my hands to the bark. My fingers brush the grove of the trunk so briefly, I wonder if I actually touched it.

“Good girl.” Mason grabs me by my hair and throat, yanking me to his front. “You’re starting to behave, although…”

“We won’t be any nicer for it.” Falk slides between the tree and me, his Ghostface mask gawking at me.

My scalp burns as Mason pulls my hair harder. He’s raising my eyes toward the dark skies above, to the black hollow eyes of his mask when he blocks out the night.

“No rewards for you, little girl.” I hear Finn, feeling him nudge Mason to the side.

His fingers glide on my upper back and goosebumps prickle my skin at his decadent touch.

He goes lower to the zipper of my dress. The fabric of his mask tickles my ear. “Unless you count orgasms as rewards.”

I do. Usually. Although I sense these won’t be given by them worshiping my pussy. There won’t be any licking, kissing, sweet words, or soft caresses.

I’ll come in front of dozens of gravestones. I’ll walk out of here with bruises on my skin. Will most probably be called degrading names.

I might leave here pregnant.

“Since I could smell you on another man’s fingers today…” Mason doesn’t say Finn’s name. They are, after all, strangers. “Your cunt belongs to me tonight.”

The thought of his piercing inside me while I’m still sore has a scream lodging in my throat. But my arousal is stronger. My love for them is thicker. Deep down, I trust them.

Even as masked strangers.

Finn shoves my dress off of me. Falk yanks down my lace bra.

“Look at this horny whore.” Falk pinches and twists my erect nipples. “Turned on and ready for strangers to attack her.”

“No.” My denial sounds like a lie, which is exactly what it is.

“By getting gang banged.” Finn slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties from the back, dipping them into my pussy and up to my crack. “Is that why you’re wet, little girl?”

“Please.” My plea comes off as genuine. Because it is. The slightest touch of Finn’s finger in my ass brings me to the verge of panic.

“We’ll leave her ass.” Mason pushes Finn away.

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