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I look behind us and see a large, covered arena. The moonlight gives me just enough to make out what is inside.
“Bumper cars?” I say, uncertainty evident in my tone.
“Not what I was expecting, but I can work with that.” He takes a few steps back and extends an arm. “Now that we both understand how this is going to work, I want you to run. And while you run I want you to think about all the deliciously horrible things I’m going to do to you when I find you.”
“But—” I begin, but he places his finger over his lips and lets out a whispered shh sound.
“I’m not going to tell you again, Blair. I don’t like repeating myself.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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“Go,” I tell her as I turn around and start counting. She immediately starts running; no hesitation this time.
I’ve been pretty gentle with her up until now, testing the limits of what she can take. I didn’t want to scare her away too soon, but now all bets are off. I’m going to make her worst nightmares come to life.
Let’s see what she really looks like under that front she puts up.
Luring people into cages should be harder than it actually is. Apparently, all it takes these days is a phone. People can’t live without their phones. So when Blair left hers behind, I knew I had the perfect bait. Especially since she walks around without a password on the thing. It’s like she wants it to be stolen.
Now I’m in the haunted fun house, waiting for her to “hide” in here.
I learned my lesson at the Ferris wheel. She hasn’t really left my sight since. I gave chase, like I knew she wanted, cutting her off at different places I knew she would go, herding her like a sheep.
It’s dark in here, the shadows camouflaging me easily. The dry ice machines are still going, covering the floor in a dense fog. There’s four cages here—ranging in size—that are usually locked so no one tries to climb in. Three of them are still closed. The smallest one “coincidentally” has the door hanging open. She’ll fit, but just barely.
I hear a small crash and her whisper-shouting, “Ouch!” She’s hopping on one foot, her hands rubbing her shin. She kicks the box she ran into once she’s back on both feet.
I round the corner while dialing her number and lowering the mask I found, keeping my footsteps silent.
Blair runs toward the sound of her phone. “What the hell? I’ve been looking everywhere for this!”
She disappears into the fog. When I see her again, she’s halfway inside the cage, arm outstretched. I’m almost right on top of her. She really needs to be more observant.
She groans, her fingers barely brushing against the phone.
Come on. A little more.
She inches forward, squeezing herself through the cage door, and grabs the phone. It rings two more times before she finally accepts the call and puts the phone to her ear.
“Mallory?”
“Not quite.”
I slam the door closed, the locking mechanism sliding into place. She immediately starts panicking, dropping the phone and wrapping her fingers against the bars of the cage. I walk around to the back of the cage, and crouch down to her level. She’s stuck in the same position, on her hands and knees. She already has tears in her eyes.
“No! Not this! Let me out!” she screams.
“Can’t do that, little freak. We made a deal, remember?”
“I can’t breathe!” she wails.
I gesture to the open bars. “Yes, you can.”
Blair presses her face against the bars. Her chest is moving rapidly, and she’s gasping for air. She’s about to send herself into a full-blown panic attack.
Is she fucking claustrophobic?
