Page 37 of Eden's Deliverance

There’s something different about this one, though. The bottom of the mask is cut away below the cheeks and nose, brandishing an evil, teeth-baring smile. It’s repulsive, and all I want is for him to go the fuck away, but he steps closer. Broody comes up behind him, and it’s no surprise he’s wearing the same demonic garb.

I’m trapped between two psychopaths and the ledge of a balcony, with nowhere to go but down. As quickly as I can, I pivot and reach out for the trellis, vaulting over the railing once I’ve got a solid hold.

The trip down isn’t as graceful as I’d like it to be, but I manage to right myself after slipping on one of the rungs. I can’t steady my breath, but hyperventilation is the least of my worries right now.

I have to push forward; I can breathe later.

The leaves on the ground crunch beneath my bare feet when I reach the bottom, and all seems well until I look up and see one of them leaning over the railing with a knife pointed directly at me.

The other one is already halfway down the trellis.

There’s no time to think. There’s no time to breathe. There’s no time to hesitate. They’re seconds behind me, and I don’t want to find out what their intentions are. With the last bit of sense I can gather, I decide that bolting into the forest is my only option.

Why is this happening? How is it possible that I’m not dreaming right now? There’s no way that they could know about that mask—thatexactmask—unless they read my journal. And if that’s the case…

They might actually kill me.

13

Julian

The best part about a chase is the illusion of a head start.

Little Red Scarlett is a few feet ahead, sprinting between the trees to get us off her trail, but it won’t work. The smell of her fruity perfume is so strong that it hovers in the cool air like a palpable mist. Skylar and I aren’t in any rush, though. She’ll get what’s coming.

I have to admit, living out this fairytale fantasy is really getting me worked up. Like the wolves we’re meant to be, we stalk through the woods, sniffing out her scent until I catch a glimpse of red.

I put my hand out against Sky’s chest to stop him in place, then grab one of the knives from my pocket. Preparing for this little event wasn’t cheap; we had to dish out a few hundred dollars to buy extra knives that won’t be missed if they get left behind.

“Do you know what happens to all the bad little girls in the fairy tales?” I shout through the trees, ejecting the blade while I position my body, shoulders square to her. My wrist is locked tightly, knife handle fitted between my fingers when I raise it to my ear and aim strategically. “They get eaten by monsters.”

The knife soars through the air and sticks perfectly into the tree she’s hiding behind. Her scream echoes through the forest—right to my ears and down to mytwitching dick. Scarlett never screamed for me at Eden, not like this…not without a gag muffling the pretty sound of it.

Let it ring, darling.

She darts from one tree to the next, disappearing further into the darkness while Skylar and I unleash a cascade of flying knives around her. If he’s thrown as many as I have, there are only a few left, and I don’t want to run out before we get to the good part.

Good on him for having the idea to check for a journal; I wouldn’t have even considered it, but I guess getting into people’s heads is a perk of his degree.

Finding a way into her apartment was difficult, but it gave me something to do on the night Skylar went to the club alone. I don’t remember what the original plan was, however, discovering her journal was the jackpot we needed.

The last 30 or so entries were mostly about her nights at Eden’s Deliverance, either recounting actual events from our time together or her thoughts about it in the days following.

I still lay in bed some nights and jerk off to the way she described the things I did to her and how it made her feel. I made sure to snap a photo of each entry so I can look back on them whenever I want to.

Finding out about her nightmares was the cherry on top of our delicious Scarlett sundae, but making the masks was the best part. My mind was racing the entire time, just picturing what it would be like to wear it and take advantage of her fears.

What spoiled things for me was when the journal entries stopped reporting on us and switched toThe Pearl Princeinstead—the shithead she’s been fucking after we toy with her. Reading about it is one thing, but watching her with him tonight was enough to make me see red, both literally and figuratively.

I’ll just say, the chronicles ofBroody BrodyandCunnilingus Casanovawere a much better read.

She can hide from us, but she can’t escape her own thoughts. Half of the recent pages in her journal were about me and Sky—not only how much shethinks about us when she’s alone at night or when she makes plans to visit the club, but also when she’s with him. She can’t deny the fact that she wants us, and her little boy toy isn’t doing enough to convince her otherwise.

The thing is, I’m done with the hiding. I’m through with her pretending she hates us while we’re around, only to fucking fantasize about us when she’s alone. She wants us, we want her, and we’re going to have her.

Without warning, I take off, sprinting after her through the woods. She can talk shit about us playing lacrosse all she wants, but she doesn’t seem to have any complaints about the physique it’s given me.

Reading that fucking journal only made me want her more. I’m starving for it—for her to look at me in person as pensively as she writes about me.

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