Page 12 of Dead Woman Walking

“Ready for me already?” He questions, pulling back to unbuckle his pants.

I feel like I am holding my breath, and losing control, as he finally exposes his dick. Both of his hands move up and down his long length.

“Ever seen something so big?”

Yeah. My stalker, Brahms.

“On your knees.”

“Here?” I hiss.

“Yes,” he barks, tone deepening.

“What if someone sees us? I…”

He smirks, loving my answer. “No one wil—”

A stack of corn rustles off to the left of us, around the corner.

“See!” I point out, hoping this is the exit I need.

“Fuckers.” He puts his dick away but doesn’t close his pants. “Whoever is there, go the fuck away! I’m trying to fuck my girl!”

His girl.

I try not to gag.

The corn rustles again, making him move towards it.

“Ay! Yo! Get the fuck out of here!” Gray barks, moving away and shouting. Slowly the tone gets lower and lower until it is gone.

“Gray?” I ask, staring at the corner he turned. “Hello?”

It is silent, not even the rustling.

“This isn’t funny,” I snap, fear mixing with anger like gasoline to a fire. Slowly, I move around the corner and see… no one there. No sight of anyone. “Gray, this isn’t fucking funny. Stop fucking playing with me.”

Silence cuts through the air.

“Gray?” I ask in a soft tone before deciding to get the fuck out of here. Running, I head back the way we came…or I think I did.

Adrenaline races through me as I breathe hard, unable to remember where I came from. My breath picks up as I stop in the middle of a four-way. Doubling down, I try to catch my breath.I can’t breathe. I can’t think.Fear wraps around me, controlling me.

Tears prick my eyes as I sit against the corn, looking around.Has anyone ever gotten lost in the maze before? Yes. Was it easy to save them because that was during the days that the maze was actually open? Yes. I was going to die here or wither away until someone found me.My chest aches with fear, and I find myself curling up on the ground. Straw scratching at my exposed skin.

I try to slow my breathing, but I fuckingcan’t. The walls feel like they are closing in. Tears roll down my face as I sob into my knees.

It is stupid for me to be here, stupid for me to come here if it is going to make me feel so fucking small and so fucking unha—

A hand pats my head, making me jolt and look up.

Jason stands before me, but he isn’t looking at me. He awkwardly looks away, patting my head as if trying to comfort me. I can see the black ink rolling up his under chin.

I spring to my feet. “Help me get the fuck out of here!”

He stares at me before jerking his head and walking away from me.

“Hey! Where are you going?” I snap. “Do you know where you’re going?”

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