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“Hey, a girl’s got needs!” Charlotte laughs, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
A smile pulls at my lips listening to my best friends. These two have been my rocks through all the darkness of my life, the ones who never flinch away from my jagged edges. They accept the hunger that drives me, even if they don’t understand it themselves.
I feel calm as we pass through the gates and into the havoc. The madness makes me feel like I belong here, chasing the high that fear and thrills give me. It’s been this way for as long as I can remember.
Charlotte leans in close. “Those masked guys are fucking smoking. Can you imagine one of them chasing you down and having his way with you? Talk about a thrill ride.”
A shiver runs through me at the thought. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be pursued by a masked stranger, anticipation building until he catches me and takes what he wants. I’ve never admitted it, but Charlotte’s words strike a chord.
“You’re not wrong,” I murmur back, my eyes drifting over the masked figures lurking near the haunted house entrance. “There’s something about the mystery of not knowing who is behind the mask.”
Dan overhears our hushed conversation and raises an eyebrow. “You two are seriously disturbed, you know that, right?”
Charlotte throws an arm around his shoulders, grinning. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t see the appeal. A sexy stranger in a mask, the thrill of the unknown? It’s hot as hell.”
Dan rolls his eyes but can’t hide the slight flush creeping up his neck. “Fine, I’ll admit the masks are kind of intriguing. But I draw the line at being chased down by some rando in a creepy costume.”
“Your loss!” Charlotte laughs, giving him a playful shove. “More masked hotties for me and Aurora then.”
As we approach the haunted house, the masked figures watch us, their eyes tracking our every move. A tingle of excitement trails down my spine. It’s the same feeling I get when standing at the edge of a cliff, the wind whipping through my hair as I contemplate the jump.
“Let’s do this,” I say.
Charlotte claps her hands. “Fuck yes! Time to see if these masked men live up to the hype.”
We step into the gloomy haunted house, the outside world falling away as the doors close behind us with an ominous creak. My heartbeat quickens, but it’s not entirely from fear. It’s the tantalizing possibility of my sinful fantasies coming to life.
My heart races as we navigate through the corridors to the eerie soundtrack. The dim lighting adds to the spooky feeling and helps increase my adrenaline, but nothing here has scared me yet.
Charlotte and Dan jump and squeal as animatronic ghouls lunge from hidden alcoves, their skeletal hands grasping at the air. I laugh, the adrenaline a welcome rush.
But it’s not until we round the last corner that I feel a true jolt of fear mixed with something more primal. A hulking figure bursts from the shadows, his massive frame towering over us. Before I can react, his arms wrap around me, pinning me against his broad, muscular chest.
I let out a gasp, my body instantly alive with a heady mix of terror and exhilaration. The heat of his breath ghosts over my neck as he leans in close, and I arch into his touch, craving more.
Tilting my head, my eyes lock on his through the holes in his mask. They’re a piercing blue which seem to see straight into my broken soul. Everything else fades—the carnival, my friends, the outside world. All that exists is the thrill of his touch and the promise of something deliciously dangerous.
He holds me for a beat longer than necessary, his grip tightening subtly. Suddenly, he releases me and melts back into the shadows.
I’m left standing there, my chest heaving and my skin tingling from his touch. Charlotte and Dan are already moving ahead, their laughter echoing off the walls. But something significant happened a moment ago, like a shift in the universe.
As we emerge from the haunted house into the neon-lit carnival, I scan the crowd, searching for a glimpse of those blue eyes. The rational part of me knows it’s crazy, that he was just a carnie doing his job and is probably still in the fucking house. But the monstrous part of me, the part that craves the thrill of danger, can’t help but wonder if he might be the one to satisfy my deepest, most depraved desires.
Charlotte links her arm with mine, grinning. “That scare actor got you good, huh? I thought you would melt into a puddle right then and there.”
I force a laugh, trying to play it off. But as we move deeper into the carnival, I can’t shake the feeling that my is about to change in ways I never imagined. Starting with a pair of piercing blue eyes behind a mask.
3
GAGE
Lurking in the shadows, my heart is still racing from the encounter. Her scent lingers in the air, a tantalizing mix of jasmine, vanilla, and something else, something primal. I can still feel the ghost of her body pressed against mine.
I focus on my original plan, scanning the shadowy corners of the haunted house for my next victim. My thoughts persistently return to her. Her eyes widened when she saw me, the sharp intake of breath. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a woman like this. Usually, they’re just a means to an end, a way to satisfy my darker cravings. But this one... she’s different.
I imagine what it would be like to have her, to feel her writhe beneath me as I take her. My imagination is so vivid I can almost hear her screams, a symphony of terror and ecstasy. My body reacts to the thought, my cock getting harder than stone.
The last thing I want is for this distraction to derail my plans. I have a hunger to feed. But as I move through the haunted house, my senses attuned to the slightest movement or sound, I hope to catch another glimpse.
