Page 3 of Make Her Scream

The power comes back on, but only for a few seconds, just long enough for a fake skeleton to burst out of the wall next to her and cackle with laughter. She screams and clutches her hand to her chest.

Everything turns off again.

“You like being scared, huh?” the taller of the two men says. “How about we scare you plenty?”

They use their big bodies to press her back against the wall, and then the taller one rips her top right down the middle, exposing her bra. The smaller but no less dangerous man produces a sharp blade and cuts right down the middle of her bra.

“Hey, that was expensive,” she protests, like that’s going to be the worst of her worries.

The one with the knife clamps his hand over her mouth roughly, the back of her head slamming against the wall behind. The other one yanks at the remains of her top and bra, exposing her breasts to them. They’re large and heavy, tipped with dark nipples, and even at this distance, I sense the men’s delight.

The power bursts back on in an overwhelming sensation of music and lights and screams.

They release her, and she runs again, topless now, scampering away. She glances over her shoulder, checking if they’re coming after her. Does she want them to? Or has it finally dawned on her that she’s in over her head?

They stand in place, letting her go, knowing their brothers are waiting farther ahead to catch the girl.

I shouldn’t watch. I know what’s going to happen, yet I seem powerless to look away or leave. I’m still searching for a moment where I might be able to save them, even though I know deep down I cannot.

The men take after her, vanishing from view, and I slip back into the secret passages, using the inner walkways to cut ahead. It opens into the hallway of mirrors, and here I find the other men with the blonde. The brunette practically runs into them but pulls up short when she sees them.

Just like her friend, the blonde is missing parts of her clothing, but she’s in a worse state. I stare in horror at the blood seeping from a cut running between her smaller breasts and smeared across her pale skin.

“Savannah!” the blonde cries, as though expecting her friend to be able to save her.

Flashing lights disorient them and screams and cackles of laughter over the speakers add to the nightmarish atmosphere. Mirrors reflect their terrified faces multiple times over.

Everything falls quiet again. The men watch, letting the scene play out… for now.

Savannah shakes her head, frantic. “Jodie, I think we should go now.”

One of the men laughs. “They think they should go.”

The others join in the laughter.

“You wanted to come here. You wanted to know how it felt to be scared and chased and used. Remember? You asked for this.”

“Please, we’ve changed our minds,” Savannah sobs.

One of the men grabs her breasts from behind, rolling her nipples in his fingers, pulling her in against him, her spine to his chest. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to give you what you asked for. Multiple cocks in multiple holes. Leaving you covered in cum. A couple of us will fuck your friend here, and you get to watch while we fuck you at the same time, and then we’ll switch. We’ll make you come so many times you’ll forget your own names, and each other’s.”

At the promise of multiple orgasms, the girls seem to relax a fraction. He slips his hand down the inside of the brunette’s jeans, popping the button as he goes, and pushes his fingers inside her panties. Her lips part, her eyelids fluttering.

He yanks down her jeans and adjusts his own, then pushes inside her from behind. One of his brothers is on his knees in front of her, and he lifts his mask enough to cover her clit with his mouth. The brunette’s big tits bounce as the men take her body, and her eyes slip shut, cries of pleasure pealing from her throat. The blonde is experiencing something similar, with three men feasting on her, lapping the blood from between her tits.

It’s out of my hands now, and, not wanting to watch anymore, I slip back into the darkness and wait for their cries of pleasure to morph into something else entirely.

By morning, we’ll be gone, everything packed up, rides dismantled, vehicles driven away. All that will be left in its place is bare patches of dirt and the echoed cries of two missing girls who will never be seen again.

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CAIN

Ophelia is watching the movie, her dual-colored eyes—one pale blue, one dark—wide as she leans forward on the couch. Her hands are clasped on her lap, and she nibbles at her lower lip every now and again. I love how she’s always so interested in everything around her.

Even after so many months living with us, free from the cult she was held by from the age of twelve, and the stifling life her parents gave her when she was returned to them, she still seems to view the world as awe-inspiring.

In some ways, she reminds me of somebody younger. There’s an innocence about her and a childlike delight in all she sees. It makes me rethink my own jaded stance on things and try and see the world through her eyes.