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I go to a particularly well-sculpted male in a black pair of tight pants, wearing a Scream mask. His chest is covered in oil and fake blood. I admire him as I take the black lantern he offers and struggle to take my eyes off him as I head into the maze. He watches me go in, and I bite my lip when I see his cock twitch in those tight pants.

My skin suddenly feels like it is held over a flame, only for a second. Burning and agonising.

Then it’s gone.

Call me crazy, plenty have, but I think my little demons just got a tad jealous.

I walk into the maze. It’s wild how big this thing is. I pass several people in the first ten minutes. Most are groups of girls, all giggling and running around hand in hand, squealing and enjoying the anticipation of the scares.

‘Where am I going?’

The centre.

I meet a dead end.

Then another. Then a group of guys in clown costumes standing together, sharing a bottle of whiskey as they block my way.

As I pass, they go silent, moving only enough to let me through. They watch my every move.

Talk about unnerving.

I speed up and meet another dead end.

Left. Right. Left then left again.

Dead end.

This is going to be more complicated than I thought.

I keep walking and come to a junction with three possibilities.

‘Which way?’ I ask.

I shriek when a half-naked god of a man leaps out with a baseball bat raised above his head. His bare torso is dripping with blood. I tilt my head back, my mouth dry and my pussy almost squealing in delight as I look into the eyes of a scarecrow mask.

I’m pretty sure‘I just died in your arms’has started playing just for us.

‘Are you lost, little girl?’ he growls, slowly descending on me. ‘Need me to take care of you?’

‘Yes-dear-god-please take care of me,’ I blurt.

Jesus Christ. That was embarrassing.

His head tilts to the side, and I can feel the raised brow look he has under that thing.

I’m supposed to scream and run away, not hold myself back from running my tongue along his chest.

He rests the bat under my chin and continues to descend on me. I stop when my back hits the hedge. The scarecrow lowers his bat, running it between my breasts.

My arm tingles again, and before I can do anything to stop it, I snatch the bat from his hand and slam it into the side of his head.

He falls to the floor in a heap with a thud.

Mouth agape, I look from the unconscious demigod and the blood-splattered bat in my hand.

‘I didn’t do that.’

Step away from the greased-up human, Little Soul. My brother does not like the way you are looking at him. Nor the reaction between your thighs.