Page 53 of Twist Me

Maybe if I could get there, Goliath would finally end this awful charade.

“No! Seriously, stop,” I shouted, pounding my fist against his impenetrable waist. “Please…” I continued, tears streaming down my face.

“Beg me later, baby. Right now, run from me.”

I tried again, more venom, less sweetness. “Now, Goliath. Take me back.”

“Twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty.”

I balked at him, “Come on.”

“Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen.”

Ugh, fuck him. This was absolutely insane.

“Goliath, I swear to god I’ll break off this rusted metal everywhere and cut your dick off!”

“Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen.”

My fear increased, and that was when I became absolutely certain he was not joking. I took a deep breath, wiped my tears, and ran. This time, I ran with everything I had, knowing that a devil was truly chasing me…and it was just a matter of time before I was caught.

The adrenaline poured through every muscle in my body like molten lava, making my body tense, primed, and ready. My Little Lamb’s dark curls disappeared in the vast amusement park, the orange glow lights twinkling on the ground at the far side.

Was she going to be smart and not just beeline to the obvious ‘safety?’

I rolled my neck, cracking it. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed the top number on my screen.

“We’re ready,” the voices said.

Satisfied with that answer, I checked the red dots on the map as they came online, stationed right where I had asked them to be. The yellow dot was heading toward the first playground, moving frantically, darting around the area.

Smiling to myself, I pulled up the camera footage, a live video of my Little Lamb running as fast as she was able to, slamming into an old concession stand to catch her breath, and sliding behind it.

Shooting off a text to station one, I unwrapped the ceramic mask from the box at the entrance. The clear, concise design of a devil, the cracked line from the nose to half of the left eye shining in the moonlight as I held it up and adjusted it to my face.

The white smooth texture was exhilarating. My Little Lamb had no idea what was in store for her.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

ROME: Copy that. Diversion is underway.

“Oh, Little Lamb, remember when I said I was a wolf? I forgot to mention…I hunt in a pack.”

Adjusting my blue devil mask, I looked in the reflection of the corroded and fallen wall of a cotton candy stand.

Dayuuum, I looked hot.

“Look at me, Larry. I’m fucking gorgeous.” Striking a pose, Larry appeared, his delicious ass body covered in his usual goth fashion and mouth-watering as usual.

I’d fuck you for sure, Judy.

Grinning like a bitch, I blew a kiss to him.

He walked up to me and pushed me against the stand, my blood heating. Flipping him around to his back, I ground my hardening dick against his ass. He knew who fucking owned him.

A sound jolted me, crying.

“Larry, why are you crying?”

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