Page 37 of Vendetta

“Alright, move out.” Cashton called as the girls began talking again, their voices moving further and further away until I could no longer hear anything but the sounds of the woods.

The sack was lifted off of my head, and I took in the trees around us, the light blinding me for a moment. I took in our surroundings, noticing the harsh terrain.

The forest sloped down on one side, and I noticed that the woods formed the shape of a large crater about two or three miles wide. Through the trees, I could barely make out a field in the center with what looked to be a wooden tower of sorts directly in the middle. Further down that field, I saw a large crowd of people. I did remember Olivia saying that they allowed spectators at the finals.

Cashton moved a few feet over, bending down and looking through a duffle bag on the ground.

Running the instructions he had spoken through my brain, I tried to piece things together. I guessed that the tower in the center of the woods must be the drop site if that’s where the people had congregated, and it sounded like the team’s mission was to get me there alive.

He had called the rest of the team ‘defense’, so I also guessed that there must be people coming after us. The other teams, maybe? There had to be multiple teams that had made it this far, otherwise the game would have ended without going to finals. I scanned our direct surroundings, spotting a large wooden pole sticking out from the ground a few feet from us. Raising my eyes, I noticed a large navy-blue flag, a white cobra sitting in the center as it lifted in the breeze.

I looked back out into the distance, squinting my eyes and scanning the edges of the forest. Directly across from us, I finally spotted yellow piercing through the treetops, too far to make out the symbol on the flag. My gaze continued further, finding a red flag further down the way and then a green one to our right, all equidistant from each other.

So that was it, then. The remaining teams in the game must have been texted the coordinates to their locations. And the goal seemed to be getting us, the hostages, down to that tower without us getting shot.

If he thought I was cooperating, he was dead wrong. I was going to make this as hard as possible for him and his team.

Cashton turned back to face me, his hood up and a black paintball mask now covering his face. The sight was quite intimidating.

“If you think that I’m going to just let you drag me along like the little puppy dog you seem to think I am, I’m letting you know right now that’s not going to happen,” I threatened.

“We’ll see about that.”

“I am so tired of you thinking you can walk all over me. You’re pompous, rude, and I can’t wait to see the day that somebody finally manages to knock you down a few pegs. I would do it myself, but honestly, you’re not worth my time or effort. I would prefer to never have to see your face again if it were up to me,” I spat at him.

I don’t know where any of that came from, but I was pissed off and my patience with him was beginning to boil over. I wasn’t a doormat, and I was tired of him treating me as such. I wasn’t a bad person, and I didn’t deserve to be treated like one.

He reached into his hoodie pocket, pulling something out.

“Remember when I said that I would muzzle you if you didn’t stop talking? If you’re going to act like a wild animal, you’re going to be treated like one.”

“Don’t you fucking—"

But before I could finish that sentence, a piece of rubber was shoved between my teeth. I tried to scream through it, but the sound came out muffled as he moved behind me and fastened the strap of the gag behind my head.

My hands still tied behind me, there was nothing I could do to remove it as I continued to scream obscenities at him, nothing but muffled sounds making it past the gag. What the hell was wrong with him?

He left me standing there, bending back down and grabbing a blue paintball mask, strapping it over my head beforereplacing the burlap sack on top, my sight once again taken from me. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t see, and couldn’t move considering the position my arms were in. Panic surged through me at the realization, the loss of the senses making me claustrophobic. Between the gag, the mask, and the bag over my head, it became harder and harder to breathe. I had to force myself to calm my breathing, knowing that panicking would only make matters worse.

“Oh, this is much better,” he taunted, the sound coming from behind me right before I felt his hard body press into mine. His hands brushed up my hips, slowly sliding underneath the hem of the T-shirt.

My core instantly throbbed, heat spreading between my legs at his touch. Why was I so turned by this all of a sudden? My breathing turned heavy but for different reasons now, my mind spinning at the feel of his calluses gently caressing my skin. The loss of my other senses made the sensation of his fingers on me that much more intense, and I felt goosebumps spread over every inch of me.

“The sight of you like this…” He whispered near my ear, his fingers continuing their ascent, so painfully slow.

“Completely at my mercy,” he continued, his voice low and gravely.

One hand finally reached my breast, the gentle caress lighting my skin on fire. I didn’t think I had ever been more turned on.

His thumb met my nipple, the peak instantly hardening as he ran his finger back and forth over it before grabbing it between both fingers and squeezing hard enough to send a jolt of pain through me. The spot between my legs was growing wetterby the minute, my brain screaming at me that I shouldn’t be loving this as much as I was.

His other hand lowered to the waistband of the boxers I was wearing, my legs spreading slightly as he slipped his hand beneath the seam. His fingers ran across my slit, gathering the slickness before moving up to my clit and swirling it there.

“Just what I thought. Absolutely soaked for me,” he taunted.

I squeezed my eyes shut in shame, not that he could see my face through the mask and sack. His fingers continued to swirl the sensitive bud, other hand still toying with my nipple underneath my shirt, and I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped me. He chuckled, completely aware of how aroused I had become.

“You’re a kinky little thing, aren’t you?” He teased as I leaned my head back against his chest, melting into his touch.

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