Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
He said nothing but cocked his head slightly to the side. It was like he was trying to decipher exactly what I was thinking. I felt as if he could pluck the thoughts right from my head.
As if he knew me intimately.
“You’re not going to get away with this,” I whispered. “Harassing women. Sexually assaulting them in backrooms.” My hands shook, but I kept my chin up, feigning strength I didn’t have. I knew nothing I said would make a difference.
He didn’t care because he clearly already decided on how this would all transpire. He held up my severed panties, and I realized the nick on my inner thigh was from him slicing the material off me. And even though he wore that damn mask, I knew he sported a disgustingly perverted smile.
“With no panties covering your cunt, you’ll be able to feel the shame of your arousal for me dripping down your thighs,” he purred evilly, and I clenched my legs together after he spoke, hating that he was right.
He took a step back, holding that knife in one hand and my panties in the other. The material in the center was darker from my wetness—embarrassingly so.
“Go on, little rabbit. Run, so I can chase you.” He lowered his head slightly, making the visage of him even more sinister. “Run fast, because when I catch you—and I will—I’m going to make you take my cock whether you want it or not.”
He took another step back. And another. It was enough room for me to grip the handle of the door and twist it open.
And it did… easily.
I didn’t dwell on the fact that he was the one who probably locked me in here. I didn’t think of anything aside from pulling open the door and running out of it.
But in the back of my mind, I knew it wouldn’t matter how fast or far I ran.
He’d chase me. And at the end of it all, he’d catch me.
Chapter 3
Harra
I finally spotted a glowing Exit sign at the end of the hall and pushed open the backdoor of the haunted house, stumbling out. There was a group of people coming right up behind me and a wave of bodies directly in front of me.
For a second, I was discombobulated, unsure what was going on, because the only thing I could think about was what just happened.
The chainsaw douchebag started chasing everyone, but it was all background noise to me as I moved forward, my heart racing, and I was panting. The shame of my arousal was a sticky mess between my legs, and with every step I took, I felt my thighs slide wetly against each other.
I looked around, trying to find anyone I recognized. I didn’t see Bethany or the sorority girls. Although Zareth didn’t have plans to stay long at the carnival tonight, just a stop between parties, I still looked for my stepbrother. If anyone could handle the man who targeted me, it was the scary-as-hell and dangerous son of my stepdad.
But all I could find were people in their goofy Halloween costumes. They were laughing, completely oblivious to… any of this.
The exit of the carnival was to my left. There was a long stretch of woodland the city owned to my right. Instinct told me to stay with the crowd, to blend in, and hide. I started walking, not sure where to go, my mouth dry and my lips sticking together as I kept searching for something… anything.
Since being in the haunted house, more people had arrived, congesting the walkways. The carnival-style music was both too loud and muffled background noise, producing static in my head. Sweat covered my palms, and I wiped them continuously on my skirt, making me all too aware I was naked underneath it. So I ended up just holding it in my tight grip to keep it down as I walked.
Every part of me was on high alert, the fight-or-flight instinct so powerful. It told me to get the fuck out of there.
To run. To survive.
My shoes sported two-inch heels, which wouldn’t have been an issue if I weren’t literally running for my life.
“Help,” I finally spoke in the middle of the horde, but with the noise of the patrons, the music, and my terror, that lone word came out as a strangled whisper.
There was no doubt my assailant, who’d forcefully touched me—caused my body to react to him in disturbing ways—was coming after me. I stumbled more than once and contemplated taking off the heels. But the thought of stopping caused panic to rise in me. That little voice inside my head told me to keep moving.
I felt this tightening in my body, a tingling on the back of my neck. Those tiny hairs stood on end, and I chanced a look over my shoulder.