Page 73 of Breaking Sanity
“You think,” I mumble into his hand.
“I am going to release you okay,” he says. I just nod until his hand falls as he pushes his front flush with my back.
“I’ll admit you have serial killer energy there buddy.” I try to laugh about it, but the devil just tilts his head to the other side. His smile grows wider though.
Mystery moves his hands up my inner thighs, under my dress, and over my lace underwear stopping on the waistband. He startsrunning it back and forth teasingly. “This is how this is going to go. You have 5 minutes to run and hide from us before we come for you. Once we find you, we get to decide how we share you, understood?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly as he dips his hand underneath and traces my slit. My arousal is already evident.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs in my ear. “One more thing.” He trails off and removes his hand from my underwear. He grabs the hem of my dress and rips it off while pushing me towards the dark hallway.
“Are you fucking serious,” I gasp covering myself. The devil mask lets out a low whistle of approval making my insides flip.
“Run,” Mystery snaps.
“Give me back my dress,” I demand, holding out my hand. “I am not running through this house half naked.”
The devil jumps in front of me. I let out a yelp and run for dear life through the dark. Their evil laughter seems to follow me as I start to move quietly through the halls and navigate in the dark. I tried a light switch that my hand landed on, but nothing happened when I flipped it. I hit a banister eventually, holding onto it so I can keep myself balanced, I kick off my high heels.
I hope one of you trips on it!
“Ready or not,” one of them cheerfully yells. “Here we come.”
I start to tip toe up the stairs, when “Somewhere Beyond The Sea” By Bobby Darin starts to play through the house. That’s when I say fuck it and start running.
It is stupidly creepy and giving Straw Dog vibes. As I reach the top step someone tackles me. I throw my elbow back hitting flesh and plastic.
“Fuck,” Mystery grunts as he rolls off me.
I book it further down the hall, while I try to push open the doors on each side. I hear his footsteps, but they aren’t rushing. It’s almost as if he is out for a stroll- calm and quiet. Where I am moving like a damn pinball pushing each door on either side, not to mention I am trying to catch my breath in the process. I try the last door in the hallway and it doesn’t even budge. I press my forehead against the wood and try to slow my heart rate. This almost feels too much. I can hear his steady footsteps. I would say he is about two feet behind me.
“Are you done running, Little Monster ?”
“Get fucked,” I shout, sprinting down the next hallway.
“We’ll get to that soon, baby,” He shouts after me. The amusement in his voice was more than apparent.
The hall feels as if it goes for miles, but a spark of light catches my eye. At the very end of the hall there is a beam of light coming from the bottom of the door. I know I shouldn’t head towards it but I don’t have much of a choice.
“How wet are you, baby?” His hot breath caresses my skin and that is the only push I need to run for the door. I shove it open and run face first into the devil mask who is shirtless, knocking me on my ass. I hit the floor with a loud thud.
How the fuck did he get up here so fast? I should’ve seen him, right?
I eye the man from toe to head. He is in jeans that are definitely form fitting just like those Levi commercials. The bulge is beyond noticeable, not just because of the tight jeans. I gulp imagining what it looks like, but I keep my gaze going up. The top of his jeans are unbuttoned, exposing the band of his deep blue boxer briefs. His dark happy trail disappears under the band, but they sit low enough to expose most of the defined V. He isn’t gym bro built but still ultimately lickable. This man has more hair on his torso and chest than what I’ve felt on my mystery man.
The hair lightly covers his two tattoos on each peck and the one going across his chest under his collar bone. I couldn’t tell what they are or what they say from this angle. His muscled arms make me drool, especially with thehalf sleeves covering both of his forearms. My eyes reach his and fuck me. He is the emo girl inside of me’s definition of a wet dream. To round out the look is a sinister smirk, barely revealing straight white teeth.
He slinks down into a crouch and offers his hand out to me. I grab it and he pulls me to my feet. I push him back , shut the door, and quickly lock it. Mystery man tries the knob but it doesn’t budge, so he bangs on the door.
“Ocupado,” I laugh. “Try the room down the hall.”
“Open this fucking door,” he demands.
“No can do. Try again later,” I shout, turning to the half-naked man. He is now fully smiling and shaking his head.
“Alley, if you don’t...”
“Hush, the adults are talking,” Devil commands, wrapping his arms around my waist.
