Page 110 of Lost to the Woods

“I don’t know!” Her mind is still in denial, trying to protect her from shattering. “Just to fuck with me maybe?”

“Sweetheart, fucking with you is just a bonus.” I laugh. “He was high-functioning, charming even. Everyone loved Ghost.” I tap my temple. “But now I’m in his head. Every thought. Every memory. And let me tell you—it’s fucking dark in here.”

She recoils. Her chest heaves, eyes blinking fast.

“Think about it, Bunny.” I tilt my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “He was always a little off, wasn’t he? That edge in his voice. The way he stared too long. That calculated composure. Deep down, you knew that there was something wrong with him. A void where feelings should be. No empathy. No remorse. That’s why you asked him not to come on Valentine’s, isn’t that right? You ran because he didn’t make you feel safe enough to stay.”

“I—” Her voice breaks as she sobs.

“Aw, baby. You weren’t scared of loving him. You were scaredof him.”

She kicks. Wild. Desperate.Useless.

I drag her fully onto the table and finish strapping her ankles down. Tight. Bruising. Satisfying.

“So you’ve been pretending to be him for weeks now? Was the documentary your idea?”

“No. That was him.” I snort. “But he wanted to do this on his own, so he came alone. Wandering through these woods like a daredevil with his little camera and a stupid mask on until he got lost. And he stumbled right into our home.”

Her lips part, and I watch the realization settle in like rot in fresh meat.

“That’s when we killed him. And when we kill… we don’t just eat the flesh. We devour the spirit, whether it’s human or animal. We become everything they were and more. We can even wear them. And the longer it lasts, the better we mimic. It’s impossible to tell the difference after a while.” I drag my finger along my jawline. “And living in his skin? In this obsession with you? It’s exhilarating. All this rage, all this desire… I knew I had to bring you here.” I spread my arms, showing around the room. “So I prepared all of thisfor you. The documentary was a perfect bait. I wanted your little friends too, so my brothers could feast on everyone you love.”

Her mouth falls open. “No…”

“Oh yes. They’re all part of us now. Their memories. Their love for you… and the hatred. Their filthy little dreams about you. It all feeds the hunger.”

“You’re not them!” she screams, more trying to convince herself. “Not him!”

“You’re right.” I grin, slow and cold. “Thank you for the reminder.” Then I grip her throat with one hand, fingers pressing into her pulse. “You might have been special to him. And to your dead friends. But to me?” I squeeze harder. “You’renothing.” My hold tightens until she can’t breathe, until she twitches, until her eyes roll to the back of her head and she blacks out.

“You need to control your emotions better,” Doruun says, chuckling low, as he steps into the room.

The others follow behind him.

“It’s getting dark. Everything is set,” Zhyra says, tossing me a robe.

When Bunny’s eyes flutter open, she immediately gasps, squirming beneath the leather bindings. Still strapped to the table, right where I left her. Naked. Open. Helpless.

The sun’s already set, and the candles flicker low, shadows dancing across the walls. We’re standing around her, my brothers and I, dressed in robes. Just dark silhouettes in candlelight, but underneath the large, loose hoods, we’re wearing the faces she used to know. It’s theatrical as fuck, and it works. The fear slams into her all at once. I can smell it. Taste it. But something even sweeter blooms there—her arousal. Her body is confused, already trained to respond.

Kendra’s the first to step forward. She moves slowly, but just off enough to make it wrong, like a puppet with slack strings. Then she reaches up and slips off her hood.

Bunny’s breath punches out of her, eyes wide, wet, locked on the face of her dead best friend.

Kendra doesn’t wait. “You know what sucked the most?” she spits out, crawling onto the table, her hands sliding over Bunny’s trembling skin. “Living in your fucking shadow.” Her voice twists, dark with jealousy and something raw, bitter. “You got everything—attention, love, the spotlight. Every room we walked into, I was ‘Bunny’s friend,’ just the accessory. No one saw me.” Her words crawl under Bunny’s skin, sharper than any blade. “Youdidn’t see me.”

“Ple-please,” Bunny whimpers with tears streaming down her face.

“I always wanted to do this.” Kendra leans down, her lips crushing Bunny’s in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue snakes into Bunny’s mouth, claiming, exploring every inch, like she’s tasting old revenge.

Bunny moans into her, maybe it’s a plea, but her body arches despite herself.

I yank Kendra’s robe off, wanting a better look at their naked bodies, skin on skin. She grinds her hips, pussy rubbing wet and slick against Bunny’s with slow, delicious pressure.

My cock flexes beneath my robe, hardening at the view. Fuck, this is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.

Kendra trails open-mouth kisses down Bunny’s neck onto her tits, sucking one nipple between her lips before releasing it with a wet pop. Then lower, across her stomach, until her face is buried between Bunny’s thighs.

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