Page 4 of The Devil's Hunt

I screamed for help, tears streaming down my face, but nobody heard me.

There was no one to save me.

By all appearances, we were just another horny couple getting it on in the cornfield.

I knew what was about to happen, and I was powerless to stop it.

I tried to move my hips, writhing beneath him as I fought to scoot away from him, but I couldn't break free from his ironclad grip. My fingertips scraped against the rough ground, searching for anything I could use as a weapon. Feeling around, they closed around a rock, cool and hard in my palm. I gritted my teeth and gathered every ounce of strength within me before bringing it down against his head with all my might.

He toppled over momentarily, giving me enough time to scramble away, but by the time I rolled over, he had already regained hiscomposure. He caught hold of my ankles, dragging me back toward him, and leering at me with pure evil in his eyes.

“Nice try, you bitch,” he snarled, blood dripping from a fresh gash on his forehead. He raised his hand to deliver a punishing blow across my face. Pain exploded through me, my bottom lip split open, and warm blood filled my mouth.

I had nothing more to give and no strength left to fight him. He knew he had won.

“I’ll give you one thing, you’re definitely stronger than the other girls. I should have double-dosed you. But don’t worry, you’ll be begging me to fill this tight pussy of yours in a minute, you little slut.” His voice was low and menacing as he forced his pants down and pulled out his cock before pressing it against me. Everything inside of me constricted in pure terror as I waited for the inevitable violation that was sure to follow.

But it never arrived.

Instead, as my vision grew dim, a shadow descended behind him, and a sharp glint of silver moved across his throat so quickly that it was almost invisible. Blood spurted from the gaping wound in his throat, bathing me in a river of hot crimson blood as his body dropped lifelessly beside me.

A silent scream ripped through my body as I lay helpless on the cold ground. Surrounded by a flurry of dark figures, a deep voice rumbled out orders that I was too terrified to understand. Strong arms scooped me up, pressing me close to the figure’s chest. The scent of sandalwood and tobacco infiltrated every pore in my body as I was carried away. My head fell to their chest, and my eyes closed tightly as I drowned in an ocean of darkness.

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TWO

MILA

Ihad the strangest dream of the man at the bonfire carrying me through the cornfields and into his car. The smell of leather and the feel of a warm blanket comforted me as he drove, soft music playing in the background. When I awoke, I was back in my bedroom, and daylight streamed through a crack in my pink curtains. I sat up, instantly regretting my sudden movement as an unbearable throb assaulted my head, and my throat felt like a desert. Cautiously rolling to my side, I squeezed my eyes shut and let sordid memories flash through my thoughts.

Glaring images of Zach, the goon who gave me a drink, loomed over me in the cornfield, forcing my thighs open, digging his fingers into my sensitive flesh, and shoving his fingers inside me. My muscles clenched protectively as I examined my body for tenderness—tenderness that would indicaterape.

My muscles were sore, but I felt otherwiseintact.

I sat up slowly and grabbed my phone, checking to see if Lacey had messaged me, and she did around 2 a.m. this morning.

It was now 10 a.m.

Went home with Chad. I hope you and Muscles had a good time. Better spill all the deets when I get home. Love you.

I had gone in search of her in the cornfields last night because Zach had told me that she and Chad had gone in. But I never found them.

Things were really blurry, but pieces of last night began to fall together, and the icy kiss of fear rushed through my veins.

I futilely attempted to fight Zach off.

Me being pinned down, both body and mind.

My heart stopped, watching a figure lunge toward him and the sharp glint of a blade flashing in my eyes. His lifeless eyes stared into mine as his throat was sliced open, sending a fountain of blood shooting into the air.

Strong arms carried me through the cornfield and drove me home.

I sat in my bedroom trying to comprehend the enormity of what had happened.

But no, I had to be hallucinating.

I was pretty sure Zach had drugged me, lacing my drink with something so strong that I almost blacked out, unable to control my own body.

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