Page 203 of Sincerely, Butterfly

So, we’re playing a little game of cat and mouse, are we?

That is something I can get on board with.

My core grows wet with anticipation.

They are the hunters, I am the prey.

Fuck! I really wish I had worn sneakers for this.

And in a nightgown? Ugh.

My question is, why a nightgown? They don’t know about the night of the ritual, what I chose to wear, or that it was me under that mask. At least I’m not aware if they are.

Maybe seeing me in something as innocent as a nightgown as they chase me down and have their wicked way with me gets them hard?

Hey, who am I to kink shame? We fucked next to a dead body, and I touched myself while watching them murder people. We like what we like.

“Okay then.” I fold the paper back up and hand it over to Jasper. “You got it.”

He just stares at me, my hand hovering in the air.

“I’m just going to tuck this in here.” I step forward, slipping the paper back into his pocket. “Now, when do you want me to run? Now? Or…”

Sylas pulls something from his pocket and points it at me. Holy fuck, is that a gun?

“Now, got it. Okay.” I laugh awkwardly, feeling a little nervous now.They wouldn’t shoot me, right?

This is all for the game, I hope.

Either way, I don’t wanna find out. And I pray to fuck, these really are my guys and not guys with similar tattoos that I convinced myself are my guys because of how much I want this.

Taking a few steps backward, I nearly trip over my feet as I turn towards the entrance. “I’m just gonna slip past you here,” I tell Wesley, darting through the gate door that leads into the cemetery.

I take off, no idea where I’m going. I just run.

The cold, hard ground feels uncomfortable under my bare feet. It’s dark, with only the moonlight providing light to see by. This isn’t a cemetery I’ve been in often, so I’m not sure where anything is.

My heart races, blood pumping through my veins as I force my body to move.

Is this more like a hide and seek thing, or a tag you’re fucked kind of thing?

Either way, I’m down to play. I just wish I had more instructions on what kind of game we’re playing, you know?

Run. Don’t get caught.Okay, but what happens when I do get caught?

And if I’m not allowed to get caught, does that mean no one is fucking me tonight?

Because if that's the case, I don’t wanna play because I’m pretty sure I’m getting whatever the lady equivalent of blue balls is.

All of my inner ramblings throw off my focus, distracting me so I don’t see the giant hole in the ground.

With a sharp yelp, I fall into it, hitting something hard with a hollow thud.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, pain shooting through my body. “What the fuck?”

Groaning, I push myself up and look around.Am I in an open grave?

I look up, getting to my feet, and try to climb out, but my fingers slip, chunks of dirt falling to my feet.Fucking hell, this is not the time to be short!It’s just deep enough that I can’t get out.