Page 91 of Devious Delusions

The worms slither closer, their wet bodies making me twitch as I try to escape them, and then something clicks beside my ear. I slowly turn my head to see the green shell shining in the low light as a jeweled beetle crawls closer to me. Its hard body clicks together with each fucking step, and I beg, “Ghost! Pleaselet me go. Please, I’ll do what you want. Okay, I’m yours like you wanted.”

He ignores me and cold leather is secured against the back of my thigh. It forces my foot in the air, and he dips his head to look into the box as he holds my other leg hostage. He’s wearing the ski mask, and his eyes are visible, but the shadows don’t allow me to see any more of him than if the mesh was still there. His smile is sinister and his teeth gleam in the low light around his dark disguise.

“I’ll give you what you want if you say my name.”

I nod and stupidly repeat what I know is wrong.

“Ghost?”

He shakes his head, giving me a tight-lipped smile.

“Come on, Delilah, you were a clever girl. I’ve given you all the clues. All you have to do is remember.”

The bugs crawl over me and I shudder to get them off as my shoulders burn from the heavy chains stretching my arms.

“I’m sorry. Whatever I did to you, whatever your name is, I’m sorry. Just, please, don’t do this. Please.”

He tuts and straightens to his full height. My other leg has turned numb from dangling in the cold air, and I can’t fight him as he grabs my calf and secures it to match the other leg. Both of my legs are strapped to the corners of the box I’m in, forcing my legs apart, and once he’s satisfied with having me fully restrained, he kneels at the end of the box then places a soft kiss against my clit.

I’m trapped by a fucking nutcase. I already knew he was crazy, but the softness makes it more terrifying as he runs two fingers around the collar of his t-shirt while he says, “You know you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to touch. I thought I had my life made when you asked me to kiss you when we were watching a movie. No, you didn’t ask me—you dared me when I’d spent years dreaming about it. I loved you enough to die foryou. I just didn’t think you would be the cause of so many of my deaths.”

He sighs and holds my hips, his fingers digging into my muscles like he’s trying to commit my body to memory.

“If you think anything I have done to you is bad, just know that you have done so much worse. You walked into my life first and when I had a second chance at it, you did it again. I would have lived as a shell of myself, far away from you, butyoucame back tome.”

He kisses the back of each of my thighs, raises to his full height, steps back and the moonlight reflects against the damp moss covering the bark as he walks away. His steps get further, twigs snapping underfoot, and I scream because in some twisted fucking universe I’m safer with him than I am exposed and alone. The leather straps dig into the back of my knees as I attempt to pull my legs free and the footsteps get closer.

Something squeaks on the other side of the box and I turn my head as I still. It’s a small noise, but in the silence it may as well be an explosion, and he extends the silence, so I beg him again. “Please let me go. There are bugs everywhere.”

“I’d rather be buried alive with beetles than stay with that dickhead,” he says absentmindedly.

The squeaking lessens and he walks around the box to stop at the opening. My thighs form a V against his all-black outfit, and I can’t see his hands as he speaks in the same distracted tone as though he’s repeating a memory.

“You’re a lying rat and I wish I never met you.”

His hand drops and I can’t make out what’s in it as something warm and furry is placed on my stomach. The end is long and smooth, dragging along my skin.

My blood freezes in my veins as Ghost steps to the side, allowing just enough light for me to make out the silhouette of the fucking rat.

“Get it off me,” I whisper, hoping the rat doesn’t hear me.

A fucking rat.

There is a fucking rat on me.

And bugs.

The rat squeaks as its nasty whiskers tickle my stomach and it presses deeper into my skin as it walks up my body. I can’t squirm away from the insects because the rat will notice me and I don’t want to be bitten, but the worms wriggle due to my lack of movement and I swallow my sob as the rat’s tail drags against my sternum. It sits directly below my chest, the long whiskers stretch out, tickling the underside of my tit until it gets bored and walks in a semi-circle then jumps off my hip. The squeaking echoes, getting louder, and my tears fall.

“Ghost, let me go,” I plead with him around a choked sob.

He undoes his zipper and I tense as he strokes his dick through my slit. The furry body rubs against my ribs as it slowly walks beside me and as sick as it is, a moan is trapped in my throat. Ghost slaps his dick against my clit and the rat freezes in place as a whimper escapes me. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want,” I beg.

He remains silent.

“Fucking please.”

He circles my entrance, and the small amount of light allowed through the gaps of the planks above me is blocked in a line as he strokes the top of his depraved, living glory hole. His voice is lower, and the fog of my fear doesn’t allow me to place where I know it from.

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