Page 49 of Fragmented Illusions
But why aren’t I scared of the brothers when they did so much more?
It’s because you want them.
You crave them and what they mean to you.
Foryou.
Shaking my head, I race up the stairs. My heel catches on the last step and I trip falling forward. My hands dart out in front of me, and they catch my fall, so I don’t end up smacking my head on the wood, thankfully.
I push myself up, then quickly make my way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. It’s dark but I can see well enough to make my way without falling.
My fingers wrap around the knob, and I twist, pushing it open. Memories of Halloween night flood my mind. The flashing light. This entire mess started all because of a light. A light I now know to be a flashlight one of the brothers was carrying—probably Creepy. I don’t know why I think it was him, I just do.
I hate that I’m thinking about them right now, when I’m supposed to be having fun at a party with my friends, forgetting about all of this nonsense. But it seems no matter what I do, they are always on my mind, consuming my every thought.
I step into the bathroom and turn to close the door, flicking the lock. I reach up to flip the light switch on when something wraps around my wrist, so tightly a whimper escapes my lips at the immediate pain. I try to pull away, but it tightens more and right as I open my mouth to scream, it gets blocked.
My tongue darts out and it runs across something cool. The taste is one I can place easily; leather.
I taste leather…
Fuck.
I try to squeal, but arms wrap around my torso, yanking me back into a hard body. Within the next second, another body is pressing fully against my front, completely encasing me.
The air is sucked from my lungs as they press against me. It’s all too much. Too hot, too hard. My breaths come out in quick pants, my panic taking over. The room is black from the night, but even if there was light, I don’t think I would be able to see.
“You look so beautiful tonight, pretty girl,” Creepy’s breath fans across my face and he tightens his grip on my wrist. I fight another whimper and try to focus on how to get out of this tiny bathroom. A tiny bathroom I am completely trapped inside of with two men.
Twomurderousmen, Fallon.
Creepy is at my front and Silent is at my back. Not that that helps me any because there is no way I could overpower one of them, let alone both, but now I will know who does what, I suppose.
“Did you enjoy the way Trenton was touching you?” Creepy growls into my ear, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear before sinking into the soft flesh of my lobe. I bite my lip to stifle the screech of surprise.
“His hands were all over your soft skin…” He kisses under my ear as Silent’s hands slide around my waist, slipping underneath the hem of my shirt. His gloved hands feather across the expanse of my stomach, across my ribs, before settling just below my belly button, resting above the waistband of my leggings.
My breath hitches in anticipation—no. Fear.Yes, fear.
Creepy’s tongue darts out and runs down my throat, before swirling in the hollow’s of my collarbone.
“Mmm, you taste sweetandsalty. Our favorite combo, brother,” he mumbles against my flesh as he continues to lick me. His tongue creates a trail of fire across my skin, igniting a liquid heat between my thighs.
As Creepy assaults me with his tongue, I barely register when Silent’s fingers begin to tease under the waistband of my pants. His fingers brush back and forth, almost absentmindedly. My head falls back at the overwhelming sensations rushing through me.
My head thuds against Silent’s chest and lulls to the side as Creepy’s tongue travels down my chest and over the swell of my breasts. Somehow, my shirt got pulled up and is now bunched around my neck, tucked into one of the straps of my bra.
I feel my body tense up as reality comes crashing back into me at the realization.
I’m trapped in the bathroom with two men who murder people. I need to get out of here before I’m next.
So, so stupid, Fallon.
You’re not fighting them because you want it.
You want the way they make you feel.
It won’t hurt to give in just this once.
