Page 35 of Wrong Turn

Leaning over him, Amber starts gently kissing his neck as she rocks her hips against his half-chub. She’s so fucking wicked as she whispers in his ear, “You know…it’s funny, the last guy we killed found himself in this exact same position.” Cyrus jerks his head away, but Amber’s hand snaps out, grabbing his chin. Her nails dig into his skin as she holds his resisting face firm. “He really thought he could continue taking advantage of the women he took home from the bar without any repercussions. But unlike you, he woke up choking on an eleven inch dildo.”

I let out a giggle, looking back on that memory almost as if it’s a fond one from my childhood. But I barely remember that time of my life, and what I do remember isn’t laugh-worthy. “You know, Amber, I'm honestly impressed that you got at least six inches in before he woke up. How many inches do you think Cyrus here can take? If he gags, can we put it somewhere else?”

“Y'all are sadistic,” he chokes out.

“HE SPEAKS!” Amber yells, sitting up, bouncing with glee. She’s well aware that the games commence after the silence is broken.

“I would say thank you, but you aren't the first person to call us that,” I retort.

“If you two plan on killing me, I want you bitches to know that I won’t go down without a fight. Even tied up like this.”

“Who said anything about killing you, Cy? The fun for Amber and I has only just begun,” I divulge.

His eyes go wide as Amber and I devolve into a fit of unrestrained laughter.

33

GOOD FUCKING BOY

SUMMER

“Let me go, you psycho bitch!”

Cyrus’s screams ring through the cabin, echoing out into the darkening night. He’s going to be harder to break than the others, but that’s what Amber wanted—a challenge. However, with her otherworldly ability to turn him into a pile of goo, I’m sure he’ll learn to behave soon enough. If not, he will be disposed of so we may continue our search for the perfect fall guy when the time comes.

The crack of a whip breaks the silence, followed by Cyrus’s cry of agony. His pained moans morph to those of pleasure as Amber swallows his cock.

“You know Lukas, I’d almost believe you hated this if your dick wasn’t so hard,” I taunt from the doorway. Amber laughs around the erection in her mouth, and Cyrus juts his hips, gagging her, and smothering the sound.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he growls. Amber’s nails dig into his thighs, and he pants like a bitch in heat. Perhaps molding him into what we need won’t be so hard after all.

Crossing the room, I swipe the lime off the window sill. The protection spell is no longer needed since we are the most dangerous things for miles around. Heading back out the door, Amber calls after me, “Bang on the window when it’s time, I don’t want to miss the show.”

“You got it,” I reply. Walking through the house, I collect the rest of the limes. Cyrus’s begging increases in volume, as he pleads for my bestie to let him cum. Smiling, I head outside to build the bonfire. The more he whines, the longer she’ll make him wait. She loves that shit, it makes her feel like a queen. The fire crackles to life, igniting quickly with the dry kindling tower I made in the centre. Tossing in the fruit to end the spell, the smell of citrus fills the air, chasing away the mosquitos.

I arrange the lawn chairs in perfect view of the sky, set up my telescope, then look for a clearing. Over to the left is a perfect spot, a nice boulder sitting right in the moon’s beam of light. I grab my basket of supplies, rushing over to lay them out. I spread my three moon tapestry over the large rock, setting out my crystals, and new jars of moon water.

Satisfied, I move back to my chair, preparing myself for the once in a lifetime experience. Staring up at the night sky, waiting patiently for the meteor shower to commence, I feel settled for the first time in a long time. It’s so quiet, I almost don’t want to leave. The city stresses me out, I mull around in a near-murderous haze daily. Out here, it’s not like that. Not anymore anyway. Not since the problems were taken care of. Their energies have been reclaimed by the earth, and I can feel their sacrifices charging me slowly. Allowing me to breathe deeper than before.

“HURRY UP, HOE!” I yell over my shoulder. The bedroom window is open, so I know she heard me.

“Coming, bitch-tits!” Amber replies, laughing.

“Hey! Don’t you dare leave me here!” Cyrus hollers. “Please, take me with you, let me cum, I’ll do anything.”

Anything?Well my interest is piqued. No doubt he’s captured the psycho’s attention, too.

The back door slams as Amber emerges, crossing the deck, and making her way down the stairs.

“Get back here!” Cyrus yells, and irritation bubbles beneath my skin. The pressure building like a boiling pot with the lid on, ready to fucking pop with no warning.

Amber sidles up beside me, reading every emotion etched into my face, even as I try to remain neutral. I glare up at her, “Ready?” I grind out, as Cyrus yells for her again. A smirk pulls at her mouth as she extends her hand to me. Glancing down, I start cackling. “Really?” I ask. She nods, dropping the device into my lap. I’m up and out of my chair before she can even blink, comically skipping across the lawn, and up the porch steps.

AMBER

I cross the yard, making my way over to the bedroom window as the cool grass tickles my bare feet. “Hey, tough guy, I suggest you pipe down, or the only thing you’ll be cumming is blood.”

Cyrus whips his head to the window, “Please, come back. You can’t leave me like this, it hurts. I’ll be a good boy, baby. You know I will.”

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