Page 23 of Fed By Fear

I lean closer, whispering in her ear. “Not that it appears you want to. That scent, the one we can all smell, is desire. It’s flowing straight from your needy cunt.”

“Stop it.” Slamming her hands into my chest only makes me lean closer.

“Don’t like hearing the truth? That there’s something wicked inside of you that’s turned on by the monsters in us?”

She doesn’t argue back this time.

“You know…” I slide my hand to collar the front of her throat. “We could satiate that ache between your thighs. Curb your cravings for monster cock. All you have to do is play our game. Make it through ourrooms.”

“And then we’ll give you what you want,” Gator rasps. I shift my body to allow him space. He drops to his knees and glides his fingers up her inner thigh.

Gravel grinds against the concrete floor as she spreads her boots a tiny bit wider. His voice is feral. “Is that a yes?”

Githany’s gaze flits between the three of us. “What exactly are you asking?”

“Play with us, we play with you,” Madness answers, sliding to hover over Gator and not clearing up a damn thing.

“Survive our personal playrooms and we’ll fuck that humanity right out of you. Trust me, you’ve never had cocks like ours before,” I clarify. Her breath catches.

I drink in her heightened state as her chest rises with rapid pants. Brown eyes dart between the three of us. “You won’t hurt me?”

This time I’m the one laughing. “Oh we’ll hurt you, but we’ll make sure you enjoy every second.”

“Yes or no, ghost girl?” Gator’s hand skates higher up Githany’s thigh. His wrist bends, fingers pushing upwards. “Yes or no?”

On a gasp, Githany’s answer stutters out. “Y-yes.”

Disappointment and a flash of rage burn across her face when Gator drops his hand.

“You said—” She’s fiery and flustered. This will be more fun than I thought.

Taking two steps back, I raise my chainsaw again. “You’ve agreed to play. You’ll get your prize…if you win.”

Githany

Lightning crackles through my cells, brewing into a storm of neediness that emanates from my core. Touch. I need to be touched. I’m so wired my brain is threatening to fry itself. Iimagine smoke spilling from my ears like some damn cartoon. I’m overcome by sensations so unexpected and wickedly twisted that it’s like my mind and body are two completely separate entities.

Gator and Madness back away, melting into the darkness until it’s just Hunt and I.

The chainsaw rumbles. I’m not sure what they’re expecting me to do.

Hunt moves the chainsaw between my ankles. My pulse leaps into my throat. The vibrations hum across my skin. Please be fake, please be fake.

“What are you doing?” I ask, throat dry.

“It’s like you said. We’re not human.” He lifts the chainsaw slightly. “I’m not sure we’ll fit between those soft thighs when we finally decide to take you. But my chainsaw can help make space.”

Hunt knicks my inner calf as he ascends. I yelp, practically levitating up and away from him. Oh, it’s real. It’s so real. The pain in my hand disappears beneath the fresh hot burn of the wound on my calf.

“Y-you cut me.”

He cocks his head, the human tooth smile sewn into his mask mocking me with the movement. “I did.”

“Fucking psycho.”

“That’s precisely what I am. The game has started, ghost girl. Your move.”

The chainsaw swings my way again. I don’t know what the game is or how to play. My instincts tell me torun. Hunt howls in the background as I sprint away.