Page 1 of Dead Woman Walking

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Art

Masks?

Out of all the childish things to see on the way home from school, a guy in aFriday the Thirteenthmask wasn’t one I thought I’d see. His large, broad body takes up most of the only pathway between the trees. I cease my movement at a good distance away as I wait for him to move.

Though I can’t see his eyes, I know he’s looking right at me. We stare at each other for a moment, and it feels like a game of chicken that I hope I will win.

“Fuck it. Momma didn’t raise a bitch,” I remind myself.How many times in my life do I have to repeat that to myself before I finally believe it?My boots crunch over the deep branches and leaves as I move closer towards the tall man in my way.

My eyes scan over him, trying to determine if I can get around him. He’s in a denim jacket with a black hoodie under it, blue jeans, and combat boots.A perfect outfit to kill me.His hands are covered with gloves, which would have been fine.If it wasn’t summer.

Everyone told me not to go this way, but I was exhausted and just wanted to get where I was going.

The only thing in my way was Jason.

He shifts his gloved hands, revealing a machete.

Fear rushes down my spine as I freeze. “Momma raised a bitch,” I quickly mutter to myself, turning around.

Another guy is behind me from where I came from. Unlike his friend, he has a devil’s red Ghostface mask fromScream. He tilts his slender face to the side, stalking toward me. He towers over me in height, wearing clothing similar to his friend, Jason.

“Don’t come any further!” My hands go up as if I could stop him with my brain.

But he doesn’t listen, pulling a pocketknife out.

I yelp, trying to step back, but enormous hands wrap around my mouth and body, pulling me against a wide, tall body. A sob of fear breaks from me as I look up at my captor.

It isn’t Jason as I thought it would be. Instead, it’s a tall man in a Brahms Heelshire mask fromThe Boy.What is this? Halloween?

Ghostface’s hand reaches out for me, and I freeze as his thumb pushes a tear from my cheek.I’m crying?Fear has left me in a state of shock, unable to stop shaking.Three large men surround me, all seemingly with a weapon.

I feel… weak. Powerless.

My body shudders as Jason pushes the tip of his machete up my thigh, lifting my leather skirt. The metal scrapes my skin. It’s cold and ready for a warm body to be buried in.Is he going to kill me?

Instead, Jason ducks his head, trying to catch a look under my skirt.

Impulsively, I kick out, almost hitting his face. Chuckling, he jumps back, looking up at me with almost black eyes.

Brahms’ chest rumbles against my back as he chuckles deeply. Ghostface leans in, cupping my cheek.

Who are these fuckers?

Ghostface slaps me hard, making my head jerk to the side. Heat rushes down my spine, my cheek stinging from the heat. His hand reaches under my skirt, while Brahms’ hand runs under my breasts before cupping it. I can feel his long hard cock against my back, sending heat to my core.

Should I be reacting like this?

Ghostface’s boots kick my legs apart as his fingers run over my clit through my underwear.

My eyes widen, and my breath catches in my throat.

He is the only one without gloves, and this is what he wants to do with me? Leave evidence on me?

I swallow, warm tears stinging my eyes.

His thumb brushes my clit, and my body reacts, shuddering.

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