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His right hand reaches up and grasps under my chin, lifting my head.

The bedroom door is open. We are to the left of the room, but I can see inside clearly enough.

I’m trapped, forced to watch as the masked man walks toward the bed.

Amy and Jason are lost in each other, oblivious to their surroundings.

I want to shout out, to warn them, but I can’t. Something inside is telling me not to. It’s like I am shut inside of my own body, a spectator to a horror show.

And so, I stand watching as Amy throws her head back. Her naked body bounces as she rides Jason, her long red hair tumbling down her freckled back.

The smell of sex wafts out of the room, mixed with their moaning. All three of us stand there and watch as the two bodies on the bed move together, the sight both erotic and terrifying.

I squeeze my eyes closed; I don’t want to watch this!

The hand on my throat tightens in a warning. The owner of the grip silently tells me to open my eyes and to keep them that way.

I do, too scared to do anything but obey.

Jason’s words are drowned out by the music, but he pushes Amy to move quicker, pleasure written all over his face as he thrusts into her. He’s close, lost without thought or awareness.

But maybe it’s best this way. He’s lucky. His eyes are screwed shut, so he doesn’t see as the large man walks toward them, doesn’t stop thrusting, and his grip on Amy’s hips doesn’t loosen until it’s too late.

Her hair is fisted, and her body is pulled backward until it bows.

I scream at the same time she does. Only hers turns into a horrific gurgle as a knife is plunged into her chest, right between her breasts.

I slump forward. The hand restricting my airway momentarily cuts off my supply, and a thrill runs through me.

I just watched my friend die and did nothing to save her. Maybe dying like this is what I deserve.

But when my captor starts to carry me down the stairs by my waist, I know it won’t be that easy for me. It isn’t going to be that quick.

His heavy breaths push through the fabric of his mask and hit the back of my neck.

Self-loathing and disgust roll through me at the same time as a pulse settles between my legs, not that it ever truly went away.

My nipples pebble, the hardened nubs brush his forearm, and I know with every fiber of my being that he felt it.

He walks us through the kitchen—the same one where he and his murdering brother had tried to comfort me just minutes before—and out past the back of the house where I had stood and watched him beat a man to death.

This man is an animal, a killer, and my panties have never been so wet as he carries me over to an awaiting truck.

Even hidden in the shadows, how did I not see this earlier? Too caught up in my rage, I had been oblivious to my surroundings.

Something tingles at the back of my mind, the same thing that had bothered me earlier when this night had first gone to shit with the arrival of the brothers.

It went to shit the minute Dale tried to drug and force himself onto you,my inner voice reminds me. Not that it’s helping right now.

It gets darker as we move farther away from the house, the truck hidden at the edge of the tree line. Blackness consumes everything around us, and shadows swallow everything out here, including us.

I feel the darkness creeping into my soul every second we stand here longer, eating away at me and making it as black and dark as the man towering above me.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Daniel

I cannot wait any longer. My patience is shot, and I can’t take any more of this constant arousal.

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