With every hard snap of Thatcher’s hips, Knox plunged into me. When Thatcher pulled out, Knox pulled back. A rhythm started, and I was lost to the heat and magic of the moment between these men. When I’d cum, the mess I’d made all over the table, floor, and Knox, it had been worth the cleanup. Knox had cum next with a strangled cry as I caressed his bare stomach and chest, and when Thatcher followed suit, his gaze met mine over Knox’s shoulder and I saw the raw approval there.
Now that Knox and I have clicked, everything seems to be perfect.
I suck in a deep breath as heat billows through my veins. Right now is not the time or place to be feeling so aroused. Tamping down the desire, I wind through Bright Starr’s hallways. I make it to the office without running into anyone. Which is… odd. In fact, Bright Starr is eerily quiet. I stand just outside the office and listen for any sounds. There are none. I push the door open and find the office empty. Where are Thatcher, Sagan, and Knox? Shouldn’t they all be around somewhere? With a frown, I stroll across the room to place Morty and his paperwork on the desk.
“Alright, Morty. I’ll be back to hand you off to your family in the morning,” I tell him.
Just as I take a step backward, the sound of a floorboard creaking causes me to pause. It’s the wrong move. A hood isthrown over my head, blocking my view of the office. I scream in terror as arms wrap around me and pin my own to my sides. Instinctually, I try to jerk forward but I’m pulled back against someone’s chest. With ease, I’m lifted off the ground.
“No, no, no!” I wail. “Thatcher! Sagan!Help!”
A dark chuckle comes from behind me as I’m carried out of the office. “What about Knox? You could see if he comes running to your aid. Though, maybe it’s smart not to include him. He’s not really a runner. By the time he decided to show up, you could be long gone.”
I gasp, going still for all of about five seconds as I realize who has hold of me.
“Sagan? What’s going on? What are you doing?!” Each question grows louder as his grip around me tightens and fear gets the better of me. Something’s not right. I can feel the eerie humming of excitement radiating from the Hunt twin. If Sagan’s excited about something, I know it won’t bode well for me.
A door opens, and I’m hit with a blast of cold air as he carries me outside.
“What did I do?! Sagan, tell me! If I did something wrong, I’m sorry! Please don’t do this to me!” I wail. Tears leak from my eyes as every possible horrible ending they could do to me crosses my mind.
“Don’t want to be punished? Then you shouldn’t have broken a rule,” Sagan says, then chuckles again.
My scream of terror echoes around the Bright Starr parking lot. Not another punishment. I won’t survive it! I fight Sagan harder than ever. Kicking back my feet, I try to land a strike that will cause him to drop me. He must be made from steel, however, because no matter how hard I hit him, he remains unfazed.
“Was this about what I did to Knox? I’m sorry! He said I could! I’ll apologize to him!”
Sagan stops walking but he doesn’t let me go. Not right away, and because of that, I don't stop fighting. I scream again. This time the sound of fear is mixed with despair and frustration.
“Your scream is so pretty, Little Viper,” Sagan murmurs into my ear.
A muffled sound reaches my ear. I can’t quite tell what it is, which scares me even more. What is going on?
“Please, Sagan,please. I’m sorry,sir,I’m sorry! Don’t do this, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t do this!”
“I like the way you beg, Little Viper,” he mutters into my ear. “Too bad it's not going to get you out of this.”
He lets go of me abruptly. It’s so sudden and unexpected that I drop unceremoniously onto something thinly carpeted. There’s a strange growling noise and movement beside me, but before I can gather my bearings, Sagan’s hand shoves me down—forcing me to lie on my side. The minute his hand disappears, there’s a thump, and I’m cast into a thick, muffled stillness.
Immediately, I reach up and yank the hood off my head. I’m in a trunk, that much is clear. It’s confirmed when the engine roars to life. My heart bottoms out and my reality tilts on its axis. No… The stale, hot air and darkness are too familiar. Too oppressive. I’m buried alive again. Sweat breaks out on my skin as I lash out. My screams reach octaves I didn’t know existed, let alone that I could reach. My hands claw at the roof and my feet kick every which way.
There’s a snarl, a muffled growl, and then sputtering.
“Beatrix! Chill out! You’re going to kick me in my jewels!”
Wait, is Knox behind this? That’s his voice. Why does it sound like he’s here with me? I alternate between screams and sobs, words all but lost to me as panic consumes every fiber of my being.
“Beatrix!” Arms wrap around me in the dark and yank me further into the back of the tight space. My back presses against him and my panic spikes to new heights.
Crap, he’s in herewithme! That’s who’s dragging me backward. Tears stream down my face. How are webothgoing to survive in here? There won’t be enough air to get to our destination. We’re going to die. The two of us are going to suffocate to death slowly. The thought of my time cut in half only makes this worse. Sobs wrack my body, my ragged drags of breath only limiting the amount of air we have left.
“Hey, we’re going to be ok. Well, ok-ish. They aren’t going to kill us. This is just them punishing us,” he says, his mouth skimming across the back of my neck as he talks. “Be glad they didn’t bind and gag you like they did me. Fuckers knew I’d stab them the minute I got out of here. Good thing I’m a pro at getting myself out of ropes.” He scoffs. “This is some bullshit.”
I shake my head, still sobbing. “I can’t be in here. I can’t suffocate again. Knox…”
One of his hands rubs my arm up and down. “Just breathe; we can’t suffocate in a trunk. Relax, take a deep breath with me, ok?”
His chest expands behind me, pressing hard against my back. When he lets out the deep breath he took, it slides over my neck. I shiver in response.