Page 13 of Run Baby Run

I… I remember masks…

I remember them and their last words before I was knocked out cold: “Sorry, little dove. It’s time you try to fly back to your normal life, but not before we clip your wings.”

What did they do to me?

The memories from the last twenty-four hours invade my mind at full force. My vision starts to dot as I try to collect my thoughts, but it’s no use, and this fucking headache is getting worse.

I clean out the trunk and take the unspoiled bags of groceries inside, placing them on the kitchen counter before I meander to the bedroom and fall onto my bed with a loud, frustrated sigh.

I stretch out on the bed and place my arm over my forehead in an effort to block out the morning sun. As I lay there, my mind wanders, and a sense of desire fills my body.

Images of two men in masks flash in my head, white and black.

Fintan and Kieran.

My body tingles thinking about them. A small smile ghosts my lips before I roll over and close my eyes. I need to shower and get dressed. Perhaps then I can think about everything that happened last night. As I lay there with my eyes closed, my subconscious wanders back to the hours of dirty, filthy, terrifying sex that I was a part of.

They made me feel alive. They fucked me without mercy, and they made me feel like I belonged to them. The image oftheir cocks looming over me flashes across my mind, and just thinking about the way they felt buried deep inside me as they fucked me senseless has my pussy pulsing with need.

I need to find them.

Why did they drug me and leave me back in that parking lot?

Was that part of Molly’s instructions when she hired them, or did they break the rules by fucking me?

She should have a way to contact them.

I instinctively feel around my body, and my fingers brush the cuts. I wince as I peel off the large T-shirt and stare at the markings all over my body in the full-length mirror beside my bed. I wasdefinitelynot imagining last night; they are real, and they claimed me.

Marked me.

On my way to Molly’s apartment, I stopped to get a new phone and have the guy at the store set it up for me. He warned me that it would take a while before messages or notifications popped up while it boots and that I was lucky the interior components of my old phone were not damaged.

My heart thumps as I walk up and knock on the front door. I need to tell her about my fake kidnapping, everything that happened with them, and hear how her date with Joel went. I can’t believe the night I had with Fintan and Kieran; it was fucking terrifying—but the orgasms were earth-shattering.

Fuck, I wish I knew their real names. I wish I could see their faces… I need to find them!

They dominated and claimed me. They were dark, twisted, and fucked up. Part of me feels violated, humiliated, andliterally scarred, but I also feel fulfilled.

The door opens, but instead of being embraced by my best friend’s cheerful face as I was expecting, I’m met with Joel’s worried, angry expression.

God, did he spend the night? How well did their date go?

Thankfully, Joel’s expression softens, and he hurriedly hugs me. “Oh, thank God you’re safe. We were worried sick!” I’m confused and alarmed by his behavior and flinch at his touch as his hand brushes over one of the many fresh scars. Molly’s eyes are red from crying, and her lips tremble as if she can’t believe what she sees. Finally, she croaks out a question that jolts me back into reality: “Where were you last night?”

I answer, disoriented by the question, “The uhm… The thing you planned for me was last night… Don’t you remember? Those actors you hired—“ Her face morphs into an expression of pure horror.

“I didn’t hire anyone, Alex. Joel…he told me not to,” Molly stutters, her voice laced with panic.

“You told him?! That was my deepest, darkest fantasy! How could you?” I cross my arms over my chest as she flashes me a pained, guilty look. Joel steps toward me and looks me up and down with white-hot anger blazing in his gaze.

“As soon as she told me what you two were planning, I made her promise not to follow through. This idiotic ‘fake kidnapping’ fantasy shit was planned fornextweekend. Over my dead body! There’s no way in fucking hell I’m letting you do something so stupid—fake or not,“ Joel growls as he slams his fist into the door beside my head. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would youwantto put yourself in that kind of danger?!”

The world crumbles around me as everything from last night comes into question. “Wait… What? What are you talking about? The kidnapping waslast night!“ I hiss at Molly, my confusion and sudden anxiety getting the best of me.

“T-they mentioned having a…a list of ideas you gave them…” I stutter, frantically flicking my gaze between them.

Molly’s eyes widen as she audibly swallows through her erratic breaths, “They?! I didn’t even get that far, Lexi… I didn’t give the company any details. Joel stopped me before I could send them anything other than the initial email asking for availability…”

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