Page 20 of Thrill of the Hunt

Weallhave to kill our partners if we’re going to make it out of here. Bile rises in the back of my throat, and I lean past Mason as I bend over, emptying the contents of my stomach all over the floor. This is fucking sick.

I wipe the side of my mouth once I’m done vomiting, then straighten myself and turn my wrist to see my watch.

2:12.

Panic hits me and my entire body breaks out in a sweat. I can’t do this. I can’t fucking kill him. He’s drugged up and can’t defend himself. What kind of person would that make me?

A cold-blooded murderer. A woman with no morals. A heartless bitch.

I shake my head, tears welling in my eyes as I make eye contact with Greyson. With his upper body leaning over the balcony railing, I can see his features. He’s beginning to look as panicked as I feel. He’s staring intently, but he doesn’t say anything. All he does is nod toward the table behind me, and I know what he’s alluding to.

The knives.

Mason’s hand is on my breast, kneading my skin with rough handfuls. I hiss at the pain, trying to pull away.

“Stop,” I spit, pushing at him.

BOOM.

Blood and guts spray us again as two more people die. We all must be on different timers because the collars are detonating at staggered times. I check my watch, reading the screen again.

1:58.

Another minute, two more people gone. Six initiates, six minutes. That means I’m not next. Searching the room, I find that only four of us remain. Mason, myself, and two others fucking on the couch, completely oblivious to what’s happening around us.

They’re next. They have to be.

Mason’s fingers slide down my body, pushing into my pussy in one swoop. I gasp as they slide inside me, filling metooroughly.

“Ow,” I cry out, reaching for his wrist. “I said, stop.”

He laughs, and I watch his dick get harder. I swallow hard, looking up at him. There’s nothing but darkness in his eyes behind the mask. It was all fun and games when I was willing to be touched by him, but now that I’m distracted and trying to figure out how to save us, he’s pissed off and about to lose his shit.

The weight of Mason’s body slams me into the table, and I fall on my back as he lifts me by my hips and spreads my legs. He strokes his dick three times, making it good and hard before lining himself up at my entrance.

“Mason,” I beg for him to hear me. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I knowexactlywhat I’m doing,” he growls. “I’m going to fill that rich cunt to the brim with my cum, and you’re going to take it like the fucking slut you are.”

My jaw drops, and I’m left speechless.

A beep sounds from across the room, signaling time is up for the couple on the couch. I don’t even look as their collars go off,sending more body parts flying across the room. An ear lands beside me on the table.

I’m on the verge of tears. I can’t fucking do this.

Mason’s hands clamp down on my thighs, forcing my legs apart when I try to close them. He’s using so much strength that I’m sure it’s already bruising.

I fight back, struggling against his grasp to no avail. He’s stronger than I am and he’s easily twice my size.

“Youoweme this after eating your pussy for as long as I did,” Mason spits.

“I don’t owe you shit, Mason,” I scream.

We’re the only two left. They’re all watching us from above, waiting to see what’ll happen.

As a last resort, I lean forward, slapping Mason across the face with as much force as I can muster. His hand shoots to his cheek, and I see the rage spread across his face. He’s suddenly far less attractive than he was ten minutes ago.

My watch buzzes, and I see the screen.

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