Page 23 of The Devil in Disguise

“Fly for your life, angel.”

I turn and run.

His chilling laughter rings through the night air behind me as I move as fast as my feet will carry me. I don’t look back. My soles scrape against the rough terrain but I don’t feel it. The drugs are distorting everything, including my sense of pain and discomfort. Branches scrape and pull at my skin, but I don’tstop. I pump my arms widely, willing myself to just get away from the monster at my back. I run until my lungs feel like they’ll explode if I take another step. Only then do I slow.

The sole sound I can hear is that of my own rapid breathing. My heart beats wildly and erratically against my ribcage. Everything is dark and unfamiliar. I realize I have no sense of direction. I could be running deeper into the woods or closer to the road and safety, but I have no idea. I don’t even know where they’ve taken me.

My breathing is still ragged as I try to formulate a plan, harsh pants leaving my lips in white whispers. I spin and spin in circles, my dark and damp hair whipping me in the face as I turn. I’m absolutely lost and alone.

I try to remember the last time that I talked to anyone.Did I text Liv after school or did I just mean to? Did anyone see me leaving with two masked men?I’m fairly certain the school was empty when we left but I can’t remember.How long will it be before someone even notices that I’m gone?Everything is so hazy. I’m as lost within my mind as I am in the woods.

A snap of a twig off to the right causes me to jerk my head in that direction. My heart beats with such intensity that I fear it will burst out of my chest. I hold my breath, too nervous to make any sound. All I hear is silence. The emptiness of my surroundings feels like a black hole I’ve fallen into with nothing to tether me back to reality. I’m floating through chaos and that’s fucking terrifying.

I hear it before I see it, before I sense it. The low whistle of the arrow as it cuts through the cold night air hits my ear. I freeze in complete panic. The thud of the arrow landing in the tree just a few feet from me causes me to jump. My feet move on their own accord, running towards or away from my hunter, I don’t know. An animalistic need to flee takes complete control of my mind. My lungs burn desperately but I can’t stop. I won’t stop. For thefirst time in a long time, I’m desperate to survive, desperate for one more day.

And then I’m caught.

Large, muscular arms wrap around my torso, lifting me off the ground. If these fuckers think I’m going down without a fight though, they’ve got another thing coming to them. I flail, kicking my legs and twisting wildly against his hold. I break my nails down to the bed trying to claw and scratch at any skin I can get to. I shriek like the caged animal that I am.

“Fuck! Stop! Stop already!” His hold tightens as I continue to fight. “It’s me! Stop, sweetness!”

Something about that pet name triggers an unconscious calming mechanism and I still. Slowly, he places my feet back down on the ground. My heart is still beating at a rapid rate but I take several deep breaths in and out, counting in my head to regulate and ground myself. Luke doesn’t let go, his arms still snaked around me, rubbing soothing circles across my naked flesh.

“Shh. It’s okay, everything’s okay. I got you now. Just breathe with me okay?”

One of his large hands lands on my chest, right above my heart. He applies light pressure in a steady rhythm. His touch is strong and authoritative but comforting. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this before, like they’re forcing my anxiety out of my chest. It’s strangely soothing.

I think the drugs are finally starting to wear off. That or the adrenaline is leaving my system. Either way, I’m coming down hard. I realize how cold it is out and goosebumps break out across my skin. A shiver runs down my spine.

“Please don’t kill me,” I whisper into the night.

He spins me swiftly until I’m facing him. His hands move to cup my face. I’m immediately drawn into the depths of his eyes. They’re so dark they almost seem to be nothing more than ashining reflection of the world around us. A small crease forms on his brow, as if he’s worried.

“You’re mine, sweetness. Your pleasure, your pain, your fear, your submission is all mine. And I take good care of what’s mine.” His lips capture mine in a desperate kiss. I gasp at his sudden assault, allowing him the opportunity to sink his tongue into my open mouth. His tongue pushes against my in a possessive fury. His teeth pull and tear at my bottom lip. The metallic taste of my own blood is smeared across my palette by his tongue.

And then another arrow whizzes past my head, hitting the tree beyond us with a deafening thud. Splinters of wood fly through the air and I scream. The moment turns from passionate to panicked in the blink of an eye. I spin to face my hunter, but Luke’s arms hold firm around me.

“Luke, you knew what she was from the start.” The Devil approaches us with evil in his eyes and a crossbow in his hands.

“I know that was the plan, but I have a new one.” Luke pulls me back tightly against him, my back flush against his muscular chest. His tone is sure and calm. “You’re going to give her to me.”

The other man’s loud laughter echoes off the trees surrounding us. It’s an evil laugh, one full of menace. My body longs to flee again but I’m stuck, held in place and restrained. One of my demon’s arms stays firmly planted across my chest, his hand splayed against my heart. The other arm begins to roam slowly down my shivering form.

“She’s not yours to keep, Luke. We need her dead for the rest of this plan to work. You know that.”

“No.” His hand roams lower, skating across my stomach and then downward still until his large fingers cup my tender pussy. I gasp at the sudden sensitive touch. “You need her gone, not dead.”

Thick fingers push apart my lips and slip into my slit. I attemptto turn my head to look at him because like seriously,what the fuck?But he pulls me tighter against him, preventing any movement.

The Devil seems to consider his options, his eyes narrowing slightly. The intensity of his stare makes me squirm but as I do, large fingers land on my clit. My demon begins to rub small and delicate circles against my sensitive nub and I moan involuntarily in pleasure, even as my mind tells me how very wrong this all is. I should fight. I should run. I should get far, far away from these terrible men. But I don’t. Instead, I open my thighs slightly, allowing him better access.

The Devil’s eyes flash down towards where my demon is touching me. Licking his lips, he smirks as he watches me writhe against another man’s hand, while he points an arrow at my chest and threatens to kill me. A mixture of their cum and my current arousal leaks down my thighs, mingling with my blood. A fire lights in the eyes of the man in front of me.

“She does seem to be desperate for your cock, brother. It would be a shame to waste such a submissive little slut.” His filthy words cause my skin to burn with desire. I want more of this madness, even though it might kill me. “What’s this plan then? How can she be gone and not dead?”

Without warning, one thick finger is shoved inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion but when he starts pumping in and out of me the pain melts into a warm pleasure rolling through my core. This is so wrong. I’m caught between life and death, literally. The man in front of me is furiously trying to kill me and the man behind me is furiously trying to make me come. I’m completely at their mercy.

“Let me keep her. Let me take her and make her my good little pet.” He adds a second digit and curls them. His fingers gently caress my walls, begging me to fall over the edge for him. “She’ll be a good little girl for me, won’t you, sweetness?” His tonguelicks a wicked path up my neck and around the shell of my ear, eliciting even more pleasure from me.

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