Elias waits in the center like a spider, letting the fear build until it softens them, weakens the edges. Lila doesn’t know it, but he’s already her future. The last face she’ll see before this night ends.
And me? I’m the fire under her skin.
I move closer.
The corn brushes my coat, dry fingers trying to hold me back. But nothing slows me down. I love this part, when they haven’t quite decided whether they’re terrified or thrilled, when their logic is starting to break. When they stop asking,What happens if I don’t get out?And start wondering,What happens if I stay?
Lila’s standing dead center in the path, hands curled into fists, lips parted like she’s waiting for something to strike.
Good… I’ll give her a moment, but only one.
I step out of the corn with slow, deliberate steps.
She sees me. Her eyes snap to mine, or at least where mine would be, behind the mask. Her breath catches, and that tiny break in rhythm?Delicious.
I don’t speak yet. Just tilt my head like I’m admiring her, and Iam. She’s flushed and breathing hard, eyes flashing. The light above us flickers, casting half of her face in shadow.
Only... she’s not trying to escape. She’s waiting tosee what we’ll do next.
I slowly raise one hand and make a single beckoning motion with two fingers.
Come here.
She doesn't move.
Neither do I.
We're playing a new game now. No more chase. No more run-or-die. This is the part where we see what she's made of. I lean in slightly, my voice curling around the inside of the mask like a secret wrapped in silk and sin. “You look like you want to be caught.”
She flinches, but not away, but towards us.
Oh, Lila.
You're not just in the maze. You'repartof it now.
The game has shifted from prey and predator to something more tangled. Something more… She’s staring into the hollow eyes of my mask, her chest rising and falling, lips parted just slightly—not from fear… fromheat. She doesn’t even realize she’s swaying closer.
I do.
My head tilts, slow and smooth, the cracked porcelain smile locked in place, but the grin underneath is too real. I could touch her now. Reach out and wrap a hand around her throat, or trail my knuckles along her jaw, or press two fingers into that pulse fluttering so beautifully in her neck.
It would be so easy. She’s so close… But I don’t.
Not yet.
Lila’s not the type to break. She needs tochooseit, and that’s what makes this fun.
She doesn’t speak. I don’t either. The silence between us stretches. She wets her lips.
That tiny movement?
It hits me harder than it should. Makes my cock painfully hard.
I step closer. One boot forward, slow and deliberate, just to see what she’ll do. She stiffens, but doesn’t retreat. Her eyes follow the movement like prey watching the jaws open. But there's no panic in her. Just coiled tension, and something glittering behind her gaze.A challenge.
She wants to test me… Careful, sweetheart.
I take another step.
