Page 9 of No Way Out
Fuck.
“Naya!”Itriedagain,sounding more pathetic than before, knowing that bitch had abandoned me.
My feet were starting to hurt, and the sun had long set. It was pitch black, and I was trying to conserve the flashlight on my phone to keep my battery from dying.
This shit was not well organized, and it was going to be at least three in the morning before they’d get everyone out.
“You look lost.” I recognized the familiar sound of the voice changer and whipped my head to look for the scarecrow.
There was no perch, and there was no one near.
“Harkins?” I whispered, my heart once again beating louder than my words.
The possibility of running into him again in this maze was one I had been praying for.
“I saw you moaning with his fingers in your cunt,” I heard through the voice changer again.
I turned around, expecting to see someone, but once again, I found myself alone. “Who the fuck is there?”
“I’m right here.” It felt like he was practically in my ear—an unsettling notion, but by the time I turned again, there was no one there.
I stepped quickly, moving through the maze. Someone was fucking with me. Someone saw us, and they were going to do something about it. Would they try to get Harkins fired? I couldn’t remember which way I’d come from and, one left turn after another, I’d found myself at a dead end, completely trapped, with no way out.
Picking up the pace, I panted heavily with every step as I rushed through sections of the labyrinth I could no longer recognize. Boots crunched around me, but I couldn’t pinpoint their exact location. In front of me? Next to me? Somehow, it sounded like it was everywhere. It was too dark, too disorienting, and if not for the stars above me, I’d have lost all sense of direction.
I tripped over something spilt on the ground, sending me flying face first. Before the ground could meet me, though, arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me up and steadying me back onto my feet.
“Was I not supposed to see? Is that not why you did it right in front of me, Camila?” the voice said again, right in my ear.
I turned to find him gone.
“Who-Where are you?” I asked, masking the shakiness in my voice with the illusion of authority.
“Right here,” he hissed in my ear, forcing me to jerk my head to the side on instinct.
“Goddamnit!” I yelled, frustrated that someone was playing mind games with me.
“You smell delicious, little darkling. Good enough to eat.” It sounded like a threat, but nonetheless, the words registered deep in my core.
It reminded me of what my professor had just done to me.
“What do you want?” I spun around to find nothing but corn behind me.
I heard the dull sound of two feet hitting the ground. “I want what you gave him.”
The wind blew through my hair, caressing the skin normally shielded by raven strands. I forced my body to still, ignoring the shiver rippling through my spine. I didn’t dare turn to face him yet.
“What I gave to who?” I shifted my eyes to my peripheral, hoping I’d catch a glimpse of whoever was behind me.
He stepped closer, too close, his body pressed against my back. I fought to keep from shaking, but it was useless. Strong hands gripped my shoulders from behind, squeezing until I felt a sharp pain.
“Your teacher.” My body tensed up, still trapped in his hold but not daring to face him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered into the dark abyss of the maze.
“Don’t lie to me, little darkling.” There was a sharpness to his tone I could hear even through the changer.
I shifted my weight uncomfortably between my feet.
