Page 5 of Run Baby Run

Maybe it’s part of the act. They don’t want to ruin the illusion. It’s hot, in a scary way…

The hours tick by, and my ass starts to numb on this cold concrete floor. I think they left me alone in this dark fucking hole about two hours ago…maybe three, and the deafening silence is beginning to get to me. I have no idea how long I will be left alone or what they are planning… If anything.

If this is all there is to it, she should get her money back. This is boring as fuck!

My fear has vanished, and I am left with a sore ass, rope burn, and an ever-growing annoyance.

“Hey, assholes! This isn’t fun anymore!” I yell into the empty basement. My voice echoes off the walls. I try to shift in my seated position against the icy brick wall, but nothing helps; I am as uncomfortable as ever, thanks to these motherfuckers and their obvious rope-binding skills.

Moments pass without any sound other than my heavy, annoyed breathing in the black hole they put me in, so I scream again. I cry until I hear heavy footsteps approaching the big door in the shadowy corner.

The door creaks open, and the white mask enters, followed closely by the black mask. They tower over me, and I feel small and vulnerable in their presence. The white mask kneels in front of me, and I meet his gaze, still unable to see his face beneath the mask.

“Are you ready for the next part of our game, little dove?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to gauge his intentions.

“What’s the next part?” I ask, my voice steady despite the fear that is lurking in the back of my mind…Again.

The two men share a knowing look before the white mask speaks again. “You’ll be our pretty little doll for the night, baby. Our plaything. Our prey,” he says, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek.

Their doll? Prey? What the fuck? I didn’t think the actors would touch me. What kind of service did Molly hire for my psychotic fantasy?

I instinctively flinch away from his touch, although the throbbing intensifies, and the black mask steps forward, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “You don’t have a say in the matter, little dove. You’re entirely at our mercy,” he snarls, his grip tightening on my chin. I try to pull away from him and free my arms, but the rope is too tight around my wrists.

The intense look in his eyes, his words, his harsh touch, and the bite from the rope are driving me wild! Am I scared, or am I horny? Both? Is that even possible? My brain is screaming at me to fight back and escape, but my pussy has other ideas… She wants and enjoys every second of this unpredictable scenario.

“Hmm, if we are going to play, you probably want to know a little more about us, huh, baby?” the white mask coos. “You can call me Fintan. That’s Kieran,” he gestures to the black mask, who still has his firm hand on my face. “And you’ll be ourlittle dove. Sound good?”

I suck in a hesitant breath and nod. “Cool. Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up until we come back for our game tonight.”

They’re Irish. Hmm, Molly did her homework. I can’t believe she remembered I have a thing for Irish men and their undeniably sexy accents. It’s not a thick accent but I do hear it. I told her that months ago, at her birthday party… She clearly wasn’t as drunk as she seemed that night.

Their names mean black and white… Well, sort of. I thinkFintanmeans “white flame,” andKieranmeans “dark one.” These surely can’t be their real names. Fuck, what are they planning?

‘Fintan’stands up, brushing off his knees before turning to leave the room.‘Kieran’follows closely behind him, but notbefore giving me one last menacing look. I am left alone in the dim basement again, wondering what will happen next. The fear comes back in full force, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

What has my best friend gotten me into? Did she know they’d touch me when she hired them? Where the fuck did she find this service?!

I’m not sure how much time passes before the door creaks open again, and Fintan appears in the doorway. “You ready to play?” he growls in a low tone. He approaches me and undoes the ropes binding my arms and legs. I try to stand up, but my limbs are stiff and sore from being tied up on the cold floor for so long.

Kieran steps through the open door and leans against the wall, waiting for my reaction. “Let me explain how our game will work,” Fintan purrs as he gathers the rope and starts rolling it up with precision. “We will let you go—if you’re good, we’ll even give you a head start. You’ll run and see if you can escape; a key to the main door is hidden somewhere on the first floor. But if we catch you, you will submit. Willing or not.”

My eyes widen as I stare at the two masked men who seem so fucking calm and unphased while I am about to have a full-on panic attack. “Cat got your tongue, little dove?” Fintan chuckles. I flash him a terrified stare and stumble as I get to my feet.

Fuck, how am I supposed to run when I can barely stand?

Fintan and Kieran circle me like two hungry predators, their eyes gleaming excitedly. “Don’t worry. We’ll go slow...at first,” Kieran growls. “But if you make it too easy for us, we’ll have to make it more interesting, won’t we?” he adds, his voice laced with malice.

I swallow hard, trying to muster up some courage. Their eyes are on me, assessing every move I make. “Where is the key?” I ask while shyly batting my lashes, my voice coming out as a mere whisper in an attempt to gain some pity in this fucking terrifying situation. Fintan laughs, tossing the rolled-up rope aside.

“Nice try, little dove. You’ll have to play the fucking game and find it yourself.” He steps closer to me, his hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. I flinch at his touch, but he only chuckles. “We’re not going toletyou win our fun little game. The clock is ticking, doll. You better start running,“ he says, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me towards the basement door.

“Run, baby. Run!” Kieran growls as I stumble past him toward the dark hallway. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves and focus on the task at hand.

I must find that key.

As I run down the hallway, I try every door, drawer, nook, and cranny I can find. Nothing. The key is nowhere to be seen.

This place is fucking huge!

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