Page 21 of Headless Hollow

I ground my teeth, the wheels spinning as I tried to think of a way out of this, and yet my body had already decided for me. To save them, I would do anything, and he not only knew that, but he was using my own words against me. Words I’d thrown away and thought I’d never see or hear again.

My back arched off the ground as he continued to tease me. His finger flicked softly back and forth until I was panting.

“Say the words, Pumpkin. Hand yourself over, and I guarantee that there will be no more killing.” My hips pressed up into his hand, demanding more.

“This seems very extreme for one night of sex with me,” I said and then moaned as a little bit more of my resistance slipped.

“I have my reasons. Stop denying yourself what you crave. Be my naughty girl, Pumpkin, and I’ll fulfill every one of your fantasies.” One finger pushed into me, and I shuddered and absurdly spread my legs wider.

“And no more killing,” I asked, trying to hang on to my sanity, which was quickly vanishing.

“I give you my word.”

I had no idea what that was worth, but it would have to do. “Then, yes. Yes, I hand myself over to you,” I said and cried out as he added a second and third finger.

“So wet, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” he said, rubbing himself against my leg. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you?” I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed. “That’s it, scream for me. Scream and come on my fingers.” He pumped faster and I could feel the wave coming, and just when I was about to explode, he stopped moving.

I wiggled my hips and whimpered as my body demanded the release he’d started. Every part of my body was tingling. “Please,” I begged when he continued to hold still. Opening my eyes, I looked at him and I didn’t even care about the creepy glowing mask. “Please,” I begged again, but he removed his hand from my pants.

“Soon, Pumpkin, but not yet,” he said, wrapping his hand around my throat. He began to squeeze, and I gasped, trying to get air in. “Don’t fight it. It only hurts when you fight. Give yourself to me.”

I still couldn’t move my arms. He was incredibly strong, but even so, I didn’t try. My brain fought the lack of air, but as I stared into the unknown face of the Horseman, all was calm in my body. Everything started to darken, and then there was nothing.

Twelve

Izzy

My eyes were heavy, and I just wanted to go back to sleep curled up beside Branson. Work could wait five more minutes. I sighed and tugged on my arm, but it wouldn’t move. That was strange. Blinking a few more times, I tried to see why I was stuck, but it was too dark. Maybe the blanket was wrapped around me. Giving my arm another pull, something sharp bit into my wrist, and I jumped. The pain pushed away the last bit of sleep as the nightmare I’d been thrust into came racing back. I couldn’t move and something was covering my eyes.

“I wouldn’t try to struggle, Pumpkin. You’ll only hurt yourself.” The mechanical voice sent a fresh wave of adrenaline storming through my system. From one heartbeat to the next, it all came back to me. I wasn’t in bed curled up with Branson. The Horseman had taken and chased me through the woods, and now...

A few things became very clear very quickly. It was dark. Not pitch black like it had been in the forest, but there was a single light shining through the material on my face and chasing away bits of darkness while leaving the rest of where I was a mystery. I was in a very strange position that felt like the downward dog pose in yoga, but my hands weren’t touching the ground. My stomach was pressed into something soft, keeping me on my feet while my hands and head were stuck inside a contraption that made me feel like I was a cat that had put my head through bars and couldn’t get it back out. But the most glaring issue was that I was completely naked. I didn’t know what I should be more horrified about at this point. Sucking in a ragged breath, I tried to calm the steadily increasing frantic beat of my heart.

“Where am I?”

What sounded like chains and muffled yelling came from behind me, and I tried to turn and look even though I knew it was a futile effort.

“You are on your family farm,” the Horseman said, and I swallowed the instant terror. I loved my parents. We were the ‘call every couple days’ and ‘meet up every other weekend for dinner’ type of family, and it had always been that way. Even though he’d mentioned everyone I loved, I didn’t expect him to be this diabolical.

“You better not have hurt my parents,” I said and jerked on my arm, instantly regretting it as something sharp pressed into my wrist.

“For now, they are perfectly safe, and you know how to keep them that way.” I jumped as his hand ran over my exposed ass. “To start, we’re going to play a little game. I’m going to ask you a question, and for every answer that I don’t think you’re being truthful, you’ll be punished. But, for every honest answer, you’ll be rewarded.” I didn’t know what he meant, and at this point, it didn’t matter. Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to remove the last of my moral shackles and embrace his insanity despite being physically tied up.

“Okay…let’s play.” His hand was hot on my ass as it rubbed over my skin like he was lulling me into his web. Maybe he was. Who knew at this point? Maybe he was right, and I always had been and only thought I was free.

“To start with let’s give you a demonstration of what will happen if you behave like the naughty girl I know you can be or if you’re bad and try to be the perfect good girl.” I was already confused, and we hadn’t even begun. I shivered as a humming filled the air. Not being able to see was enhancing all my other senses, and the moment he touched what I figured to be a vibrator to my ass, I almost screamed. He moved it around between my crack and over my pussy lips before finally resting on my clit.

My knees weakened as the vibration traveled through the most sensitive part of my body and spread warmth in every direction. I relaxed as he rubbed it in small circles and moaned as the remnants of my earlier climax that I was denied came back with a vengeance.

“Look at you already glistening wet for me.” I knew he wasn’t lying, and there was no point denying so I kept my mouth shut. “Are you more than a naughty girl? Are you my slut?” Normally, the use of that word would’ve had my back up, and I’d be ready for a fight, but for whatever reason, coming from him, it sounded dirty in the best way possible. He was once more holding open a door for me to step through into a night filled with old desires without any guilt…at least no guilt at the moment. I had no idea about tomorrow or the next day. The vibrator turned off, and the urge to hit him as my body raged for the release was strong.

“This is what happens when you lie.” His hand connected with my ass, and my whole body jerked. I sucked in a sharp hiss as both my wrists and ankles felt like they were stabbed by little needles. Blood dripped down my hands and over my feet. “First question, this is an easy one. Do you love Branson?”

I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but that wasn’t it. “Tick tock. A delay in answering will be viewed the same as lying.”

Licking my lips, I took the plunge at being honest. “Yes. Yes, I love him.” The vibrator turned on.

“And would you do anything to keep him alive?”