Page 22 of The Devil in Disguise

“Are you both even real or is this just some fucked up fantasy?”I whisper as I lay my head against the chest of the man below me. He’s hard and muscular and warm. I let my fingers trace across the ridges of his defined muscles aimlessly.

“Who says it can’t be both, sweetness?” the demon beneath me whispers into my ear. “Let me be your dark fantasy. Say you’ll be mine, baby girl, and let me be your monster.”

The sudden sensation of cock being ripped out of my tight back hole has me shrieking in discomfort as the man behind me swiftly removes himself from our tangled fuck fest.

“That’s not what this fucking is, Luke, and you know it!” he roars from above us.

I can’t see what’s happening but the mood has changed. The man beneath me tenses. I feel myself tense as well, my instincts telling me that something is very wrong. The drugs are still in my system though, and I can’t tell if I’m really feeling this or if I’m starting to fall into drug-induced chaos. The lines between here and there are becoming more and more blurred as I try to focus on reality.

Suddenly a rough grip around my arm and a tug have me struggling to my knees. Cum drips down my thighs and I shiver at the contrast of pain and pleasure wracking through my body.

“Come on, man.” I think it’s the demon talking, the man called Luke, but he sounds far away. I guess he moved to stand. I need this blindfold off. Things are getting weird and I’m starting to panic. “We can find a different way.”

“There’s no fucking going back now, Luke! You agreed to this! Go get the shit from the car and let’s end this!”

“Agreed to what?” I ask. Well, maybe I ask. I can’t tell if I said that out loud or in my head. It doesn’t seem to matter either way because the men keep ignoring me and arguing.

“Garett, I agreed to help you with this before I knew we’d be fucking her repeatedly then just ending her! This is really fucked up man, even for us! I don’t think I can do it!”

Did he just say what I think he said? I try to squirm away but the hand wrapped around my arm holds me in a bruising grip.

“You know what’s at stake!” The one in the devil mask—Garett—is yelling now. His voice is rough and desperate. His tone has my anxiety skyrocketing. I can feel the ball of panic forming uncomfortably in my stomach, pulling down on my diaphragm and making it difficult to breathe. “Remember what they did to us?”

Ripping the scrap of fabric off my eyes, I blink several times in order to attempt to refocus my vision. We’re deep in the woods. The full moon shines down from up high, leaving long shadows streaking across the forest floor. The axis of the earth seems to tilt suddenly, the shadows contorting and swaying in grotesque movements. The rational piece of my mind knows it’s just the drugs they gave me, but my irrational limbic system is shouting at me to run. If this is a fight or flight situation, I’m choosing flight. I blink several times, willing the world to return to normal.

Turning my eyes to the figures on either side of me, I’m shocked. Underneath the masks are true monsters, tall and imposing with creeping shadows hiding half their faces in distorted darkness. One is bulkier with black hair, piercing blue eyes, and swirling tattoos covering his chest and arms.My devil.

The other is taller but leaner. He’s clear of any ink but his dark hair and darker eyes give him the appearance of someone threatening.My dark demon.They’ve both pulled on their pants but are shirtless. I feel so small beneath them.

“I know you,” I say to the man with tattoos who’s staring down at me with something intangible and deadly swirling in his irises.

A devilish smirk pulls at the corners of his lips as he leans down and brushes a soft finger across my cheek. “That’s right, angel. I’ve been hunting you for quite some time, and now you’ve fallenright into my trap.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Revenge.”

I swear something straight from the pits of Hell swirls in his eyes as he looks down at me. His pointed canines glint in the moonlight, as if he’s planning to consume me completely, ripping flesh from soul.Panic.That’s the feeling currently constricting my chest as I fight to breathe. Tears prick the corner of my eyes.

“What have I ever done to you?” I ask as my voice shakes unsteadily. I look around to assess my options and realize the other man has gone. It’s just the two of us here and I’m naked and high as a kite. There’s no escape.

“It’s not what you’ve done, but who you are. I’m not a good man, angel.” He leans down and strokes along my cheek, the touch surprisingly tender as he wipes a tear off my face. “I’d do anything for my girl, and I mean anything. She’s everything to me. I have lied and cheated and even killed for her. But right now, someone’s keeping her from me. Someone who’s a very bad man, someone who’s hurt a lot of people. His fucking friends will get what’s coming to them but I have something special in mind for him. And you, my dear,” he pushes a loose strand of my hair behind my hair almost lovingly as he speaks, “are going to help me get my revenge and get my girl. So, as much fun as this has been, I need you out of the way. You’re here to be my sacrificial lamb.”

“I-I don’t understand. I thought I was your girl?”

His sharp laugh cuts through the silence of the night. He throws his head back towards the sky and I swear serpents dance from his open mouth, but that must be the drugs, right?

“I never pretended to care for you, angel. I’m not a hero and you’re certainly not a perfect little princess. I’m a bad man and you’re a fucking dumb bitch who fell for a monster. I’m here forone thing and one thing only:destruction.” His dark eyes find mine and fire erupts from within the darkness. “Now run.”

“I don’t understand,” I mutter while attempting to stand. My legs are shaky and unsteady. My bare toes sink into the muddy earth beneath us, pulling me deeper into the ground as if the forest knows my fate has always been to end up here.

“Then let me make it exceptionally clear: you’re going to run and if I catch you, I will kill you.” He turns and walks towards a tree off to the side of the clearing we’re in. “If Luke catches you, he will kill you.” From behind the tree he pulls something off the ground and into his hand, but he’s far away and I can’t quite make out what it is in the darkness. I’m entirely focused on the thing in his hand as he approaches me again. “I’m a bad man but not an unfair one. I always give my victims an opportunity to save themselves. You’ve been running from everyone your whole life, so let’s see how good you are at it. The only way you’re getting out of here alive is if you manage to outrun us and disappear into the night.”

When he gets close enough I am able to make out what he’s holding and fear like I’ve never known rips through my entire nervous system. He’s loading a crossbow.

“If I catch you, I’ll pierce your eager little heart with an arrow. This isn’t a game. You need to understand that. I’d do anything to make her love me, even if that means sacrificing your life.”

I begin to back away, stumbling over tree roots and rocks. He cocks his head and watches me, amusement in his eyes.

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