Page 67 of Uprising

The realization sinks in my chest like a blade, slow and twisting. He’s here to kill me. I found out he was a killer, and now he’s come to end me because I know too much.

“Stay away from me!” I scream. Reed's expression shifts; the air around me feels too still—too heavy. Instinct screams at me to move. Before I can think, I take off.

My feet pound against the ground, branches snagging on my pants, leaves scattering in my wake. I don’t look back; Ican’t.The night swallows me whole, shadows blurring together as I push myself to run faster. My lungs burn as I force myself to move faster. I don’t know where I’m going—I just have to get away. I could go back to camp, but I’m the new guy. I don’t want to bring trouble to them. That would open a can of worms that I don’t feel like doing. Worms are gross and slimy.

The footsteps behind aren’t distant enough; I can hear them right behind me, pounding into the ground. Of course he’s chasing me; why did I think he’d just stay by the riverbank? Why couldn’t he have juststayedat the cabin?

My chest is tight, and it’s not just from running away from him. It’s the emotions twisting inside me—anger, confusion, fear—every single emotion hits me.

A force slams into me from behind, knocking out what little air I had in my lungs. The ground flashes before my eyes; a sharp gasp rips from my throat as his weight pins me down. The world spins between my eyes as I try to gather some air. For a second, everything is a mess—I struggle against his hold, my heart pounding in my ears.

I’m trapped, caught, and hating that I’m not sure if I want to fight him or just give into him.

“Get off me!” I grunt, thrusting my hips back. Logically I know it’s not going to do anything. Reed has proved he’s stronger than me, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. And what’s worse is I feel his cock hardening against me. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you fuck me and then kill me!” I scream, jerking my body against his hold again.

“Will you just quit it?” Reed grunts above me.

“Absolutely not, buddy! I may be easy, but I’m not that easy.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Reed mutters.

My breath comes in fast and uneven, half from struggling against him but also because of something I refuse to admit.Be mad. Be furious.I remind myself. I can’t give in to him that easy.

“Listen here, you little prick, you’ve got balls made of steel if you think I’m just going to roll—AH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” My voice jumps three octaves higher when Reed snakes a hand between the ground and my crotch. “Don’t you dare.” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“Don’t what?” he whispers into my ear as he eases his hand into my pants.Old grandmas, hairy balls—fuck, think pussy. Vaginas, the hole, fucking disgusting.But nothing stops my cock from hardening when Reed wraps his hand around my length.

“I don’t like this.” I lied.

“You say that, but you’re hard, love.” Reed's hot breath hit my neck, causing my body to break out in goosebumps. I hate it. I hate that my body is betraying me. Even worse, my brain is trying to tell me it’s okay.

“Get off me, you big buffoon.” I wiggle against his hold. Reed ignores my words and swipes his thumb across the tip. I gasp, every ounce of fight in my body disappearing. This is wrong; I shouldn’t be giving in this quickly, but I’d be wrong if I didn’t admit I missed him.

“Is this all it takes? A single touch for you to cooperate?” His hand starts stroking me, making my eyes cross and my lips part in a soundless moan. “I should’ve known this was all it took for you to stop talking. A little touch to keep you in line.”

Logically I know he’s being cruel, but that doesn’t stop precum from leaking from my tip and a shiver from running up my spine.

“Nothing will stop me from talking.” I’m grasping at straws, thinking of anything to stop myself from losing control and cumming. I don’t want to give him the time of day. But I’m a cock slut. I’m weak and willing to do anything for Reed just because he’s here.

“Are you sure about that?” He asks.

I open my mouth to tell him yes when he licks the column of my neck. Everything ignites inside me. I’m burning, my blood boiling against my veins. Two different emotions fight against each other—this is wrong. I shouldn’t be letting him touch me while in the middle of nowhere, especially since he’s here to kill me. But something erotic about being pinned down by a killer in the middle of nowhere does something to me. And apparently my cock doesn’t mind all the blood—figuratively speaking, that is.

Reed’s hand moves faster along my length, his thumb swiping across my tip. My dick jerks, and cum bursts out of me without a warning.

“AH!” I groan, my forehead hitting the ground. An endless stream of cum shoots all over his hand, my body twitching from the sensation. I can’t move; I can’t breathe. Reed slowly removes his hand before the pressure of his body lifts off me. Blowing out a breath, I roll over and sit up.

“I–is this where it h–happens now?” I stutter over my words. This is it. I’m never going to see Rue or Mallory. I’m never going to get my rock collection from back home. I’m never going to get to know Reed behind the mask he hides behind. I think that’s the worst part of dying, never getting to know him. I’ve fallen for Reed. Fallen off a cliff—endless and terrifying. I’ve never loved someone, and I’m not even sure what it means?—

“What are you talking about?” Reed cuts into my thoughts.

“Just promise me something. M–make it quick. I–I’m a wimp, and I’m not sure if you were the type to draw it out. B–but fuck, please just make it quick,” I beg.

Reed’s brows pull together, his lines forming into a firm line. Anger comes fast, white-hot and all-consuming. One second I’m sitting on the ground, and the next I’m on my feet. My pulse slams against my ribcage, my breath sharp as I step forward. I’m not a physical guy; I don’t like violence, but something about his big head and him looking confused pisses me off.

“Well!” I scream. “Get on with it! No need to draw it out. I’m a big boy. Might as well be taken out by a killer than a fucking zombie.”

“Noah, what are you talking about?”

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