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His voice drips with a sinister, mocking tone, daring to see how far this game of ours will go. That awareness within me that senses danger spikes up, but I know this is only an act—that knife is fake.

He reaches up, his fingers grazing my throat almost affectionately. My pulse starts racing as I meet his gaze, piercing through my soul. “You think this is just Halloween fun?” He glances down at the blade. “You have no idea how real things can get.” His words are ominous, and I swallow against the knotin my throat.

This doesn’t feel like a game anymore, but when he sees how tense my shoulders are, his stance relaxes and a huge grin splits his lips.

“You’re right, we should get out of here. The office is on the other side of the park. If I can break in, I can use their phone to call the cops.”

My brow furrows. “Wait, ‘I’?”

“You should stay here. It’s safer.”

Before I have the chance to protest, he’s gone, and I’m left staring at myself in the mirror, naked.

What the fuck just happened?

Chapter 5

The Doll Master

The perfect playground formy depraved games. There’s only one game left to play, and I can’t wait to wrap up this night. Through the dim glow of the carnival lights that just appeared again, I see through the cracks of the pumpkin house.

The thrill of the impending anticipation ignites a dark flame within me as I grab the pumpkin mask, concealing it over my face with a predatory smirk. She looks so innocent inside the house, all flustered, awaitinghim.

Well, she will get what she wants.Min lilla mardröm.

I open the door with a creak, hiding my bloodstained fingers under a pair of leather gloves.

“Are you back already?” She turns around, looking at me.

I tilt my head, absorbing her words, before I nod. She stares at me with a questioning look, but I remain silent.

I come closer to her, pushing her against the mirror, and her breath hitches in anticipation. I know what she’s waiting for—I couldhearher.

Her eyes dart around the small space, looking for something I can’t quite understand. Her chest rises and falls, which only spurs me on as my hand trails over her naked body. A dress and ripped tights lie scattered on the floor beside us, but her panties are nowhere in sight. A growl of possessive need rises in my throat, knowinghestole them.

She’s fucking beautiful, caught between fear and a twisted curiosity. “Are you going to fuck me?” she breathes.

I cock my head, the pumpkin mask adding an allure ofmysteriousness. Her wetness slides down between her thighs, and she squeezes her legs together, evidently aroused by the mask.

So she has a mask kink, it seems.

I knead her thigh, spreading out her previous release. She sounds so sweet and innocent when she moans, it only makes me want to corrupt her even more.

A doll must be broken before being remade.

I lean into her, breathing in her sweet scent. She stares into the endless depths of the pumpkin mask as I pinch her nipple between two fingers, the other hand slipping between her thighs. She’s fucking soaking wet. I slap her thigh in a command to spread her legs, and she gets the hint.

Good fucking girl.

I know he already warmed her up. It’s my fucking game, my rules. The final game in this act, and she’s mine for the time being. A growl comes from deep within my chest as I lower my pants, and before she can utter another word, I drive my cock inside her pussy until it’s buried all the way in.

She feels so fucking good. Like a wet dream dripped in sin—a morbid sight in a house of mirrors.

I grunt as I lift one of her legs, keeping it captive as she’s forced to balance on the other. She’s significantly shorter than us, making her more fragile and docile. At twenty-seven years old, she’s younger than both of us—I’m thirty andhe’stwenty-nine.

Sweat beads her hairline as she screams at the intrusion, panting harshly.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re going to get us caught,” I whisper in her ear, imitatinghimas best I can.

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