Page 2 of Dead Woman Walking

“Please stop,” I beg, the words muffled against Brahms’ hand.

Ghostface stops, dark brown eyes running over my face. But then he pushes a finger into my pussy, soaking them further.

My mouth parts as my eyes widen.What is he doing?

His finger leaves me as quickly as it entered me. But then his hand bunches against the underwear and pulls hard. The sound of the seams ripping fills my ears.

I struggle against Brahms as the cold air hits my pussy.

Ghostface lifts the black lace underwear and holds it in front of my face. I can see the wet white spot on the ripped pieces of the crotch. He pockets it before stepping away.

Jason’s face replaces Ghostface’s, and he reaches up, wrapping his fingers around my throat. A gasp tries to escape my throat, but it is stopped by the tightening of his fingers.

My eyes widen at the lack of air getting into my lungs.

Maybe they like fucking corpses.

Jason leans in, the coldness of his mask touching my face as he drags it up to my jaw.

Brahms chuckles at how much my body is quaking. His hands run over my sternum, over my wide hips before grabbing a feel of my ass. Then he lets me go. My knees hit the ground as I crumple before him, chest heaving.

Someone steps in front of me, and all I can see is his boots. I freeze, waiting for something to happen.Maybe the noise of a gun or the heat of a blade.Instead, two small pats are made against my head. My head lifts to Brahms standing over me. From my knees, he looks gigantic.

Then he shoos me away with a wave of his hand.

I blink.He’s letting me go?

He steps closer, thighs almost touching my face. My eyes glance at his large erection that he does nothing to hide. He’s wearing a shirt that is tucked into his jeans. Looking back up, I see him lift his hand, and I flinch, eyes closing. But when the hit doesn’t come, I open my eyes.

Brahms points in the direction I was trying to go in the first place as if to say, “Go!”

Scrambling to my feet, I take off toward Blair’s. I can hear their heavy chuckles behind me for a while.Were they going to chase me? Was this what this was? Chase your prey then kill her.

I didn’t stay long to find out. I ran all the way to my friend’s house, not risking going anywhere else. Pushing inside, I press my back against the closed door, chest heaving. I flip the lock before rushing up the stairs.

“Art?” Blair’s voice shrieks as I push into her room. I lock the door, moving to the window to push the curtains closed. “What’s wrong?!”

Freezing, I look at my friend before feeling warm wet tears stinging my eyes.How was I supposed to explain this? Three masked men fondled me in the woods and yet… my thighs were soaking from the interaction. Did I like that? Was that my body just reacting?

“Are you having one ofthemagain?” Her warm fingers cup my cheek. “Anepisode?”

I don’t question her, wrapping my arms around her and sighing at her warmth and flowery smell.

“What’s wrong, honey?” she asks again.

Blinking, I shake my head. “Just… exhausted.”

“I could imagine,” she chuckles.

I sit on her chair in the corner, finally noticing how unbelievably wet my thighs are. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet with anyone else in my whole entire life. A noise threatens to come up my throat, and I force myself to swallow it.

“At least this party at the corn maze will be fun, right?”

A snort escapes me. I had almost forgotten about that.Should I even go to that? Or should I go to the cops?

“Do you have an outfit?” She questions, forcing me to pay attention to her.

My hands motion to myself and what I am already wearing.

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