With a grin, I sit down on the edge of the tub and reach out to cup her cheek, gently tracing my thumb along her lower lip. "Close your eyes for me?" I request softly.
Without hesitation, she complies, and I lift my mask to lean forward and capture her lips with mine. She eagerly returns the kiss, her hand tangling in my hair as we deepen the passion between us. Our tongues dance together in perfect harmony before I reluctantly pull away. Replacing my mask on my face, I stand up from the tub and she opens her eyes.
"I brought you some food. It's waiting for you in your room. Just relax," I tell her before turning to leave. But before closing the door behind me, I can't resist adding, "But don't get too comfortable. You never know what might happen."
"I've noticed," she responds with a chuckle.
I pause in the doorway, my gaze lingering on her. "Are you doing okay? Do you need anything?"
She nods, a content smile on her face. "I'm okay. I promise."
"Good girl." She visibly glows at my praise as I chuckle and gently shut the door behind me.
45
AfterRaven leaves, I sink deeper into the tub, the scent of lavender enveloping my body like a warm embrace. The water is still warm and soothing against my skin, causing me to let out a contented sigh as I lean back and close my eyes. My entire being is buzzing with the lingering sensations from my encounters with the men. My skin tingles with excitement and anticipation, the memories of their touches and whispers sending shivers down my spine.
As I bask in the warmth of the water, I can't help but feel an unconventional sense of satisfaction and empowerment. Instead of feeling guilty or disgusted with myself for succumbing to my desires, I feel liberated and powerful. It was exhilarating to be wanted and used by these men in their most primal states. In that moment, I felt like the most desirable woman in the world, shamelessly embracing my wants without hesitation.
The growling of my stomach snaps me out of my thoughts, reminding me I haven't eaten in hours. Wrapping a towel around myself, I make my way to the bedroom where Raven has left me a tray of food and a bottle of water on thebedside table. The sandwich is overflowing with fresh greens and thick slices of savory ham; next to it are sliced fruits and a large cup of steaming coffee.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I dig into my food. It's a nice break from constantly being connected to my phone and responsibilities. Here, I don't have to think or make any decisions - the men take care of everything for me. They use me as they please but also tend to my needs afterwards. Being pampered in this way is both new and alluring to me. For once, I am not in control or responsible for anything - just simply enjoying being taken care of by these men who desire me so deeply. And I can't help but wonder if this should make me feel good or guilty.
After eating, I drift back into sleep; the darkness enveloping me until I am suddenly awakened. Sitting up in the bed, I reach for the lamp on the nightstand beside me and light up the room. The house is eerily quiet, with only the sound of wind battering against the window. My eyes scan the room and they land upon a striking red dress hanging from the back of my bedroom door.
A smile tugs at my lips as I stand and move toward the dress, delicately running my fingers over the smooth satin fabric. The material is long and sleek, but with just enough stretch to hug my curves in all the right places. A daring slit runs up the left side, sending a cool sensation against my skin as I move.
"Guys?" I call out, hoping for an answer before stepping out of my bedroom. But there is only silence, and even the hallway is plunged into darkness. A sense of unease creeps over me as I cautiously make my way down the dimly litstairs. Each step feels heavy and uncertain until finally I reach the main level and find it mostly shrouded in blackness.
As I descend to the ground level, a flickering glow catches my eye. My heart begins to race as I see that the back door is wide open, spilling warm light onto the porch from many candles scattered about. With trepidation and curiosity swirling inside me, I step outside.
46
Saturday Night
“Guys?” My voice echoes through the eerie silence, but there is no response. Panic rises in my chest as fear creeps in, causing me to frantically glance around at the dark woods looming ominously to my left. The flickering candlelight casts twisted shadows that seem to dance and reach for me with every gust of wind, sending shivers down my spine. The moonlight shines brightly on the still surface of the lake, its calmness only adding to the unsettling atmosphere.
This is our last game together - a bittersweet thought that sends a surge of adrenaline through my veins, despite the lurking dread in my gut. With trembling steps, I leave the safety of the porch and venture into the ominous night, startled by the sudden blast of Run by AWOLNATION blaring from a nearby stereo. The pounding beat fills the air, amplifying the already foreboding feeling that hangs heavy in the air.
Every fiber of my being tenses with each cautious step along the dirt path, my heart racing faster and faster as Icarefully navigate between towering trees. The deafening music drowns out any natural sounds, adding to the suffocating atmosphere. My eyes dart frantically, searching for any signs of the men. And then I see it - flickering lights in the distance, taunting me like a cruel game of cat and mouse.
"Oh, Red!" Their taunts echo through the darkness, each one more menacing than the last. "We're coming for you, Red!" they call out with malicious glee. In a moment of distraction, one of them sneaks up behind me and tears at my dress until it falls away from my body. As I spin around to confront them, they vanish into the shadows once again, leaving me exposed and alone. My heart pounds loudly in my chest as I try to steady myself, steeling myself for the true terror of this twisted game.
But before I can collect myself, a hand shoots out from the shadows and grabs me roughly by the arm, yanking me deeper into the darkness. The booming music swallows my screams as I am dragged further into the woods. More hands reach out, clawing at my bare skin and sending icy chills down my spine. Desperately, I fight back, trying to break free from their grasp.
"Gotcha!" they chorus, their laughter ringing through the night. "Where do you think you're going, Red?"
Struggling against them, I wriggle free and sprint blindly through the forest, still exposed under the watchful glow of the moon. Branches whip at my skin with every step, leaving stinging marks in their wake. But the surge of adrenaline mixed with primal fear drives me forward. This game has taken on a whole new level - one that is both thrilling and terrifying.
Raven's voice pierces through the music as he counts down. "Ten! Nine! Eight…"
My heart races faster and faster as I push myself to runeven harder, the trees around me becoming a blur with the speed of my movements. The deafening music and taunting voices of the men follow close behind, their ominous countdown echoing in my ears.
"Seven! Six! Five…"
The thrill of the chase pulses through me, mingled with an overpowering sense of dread forming an intoxicating cocktail of emotions. My bare feet pound against the forest floor, twigs and leaves crunching beneath them as I dart toward an uncertain fate.
"Four! Three! Two…"
