Page 18 of Obsidian Dreams
Strong arms grab me, yanking me inside the van with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. I struggle, panic flaring as I try to fight against the iron grip holding me, but it’s no use. The arms wrap around me like a vice, pressing me against a solid body as the van lurches forward, throwing me back into the man’s chest.
I feel his breath hot against my neck as he leans down to whisper, his voice smooth and taunting. “Do you remember your safe word?”
I can only nod, fear and adrenaline coursing through me, making it impossible to form words. He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver through me, and then I feel another set of hands—rough and deliberate—gripping my legs.
“I need words, Red!” His voice is more menacing this time, a sharp edge cutting through the darkness. I swallow hard, forcing myself to speak, even as my voice trembles.
“Mercy,” I mutter meekly, the word barely escaping my lips.
A laugh rings out from the front of the van, the driver’s voice dripping with amusement. “Good girl. It won’t be asked again. It’s up to you if you need to use it. You understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible beneath the pounding of my heart. His arms release me just as I hear the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing, the cool night air hitting my skin as I realize my dress is being cut away.
The van hits a bump, and I’m thrown back into the man’s lap, his hands gripping my hips tightly, grinding me against the hard length of his cock through his slacks. He purrs in my ear, his voice low and smooth, laced with dark promises. “You feel good here.” His grip tightens, his breath hot against the side of my neck. “We’re so excited to have a new plaything…”
The words send a shudder through me, a mix of fear and desire twisting in my gut. I’m caught between the terror of what’s happening and the thrill of the unknown, every nerve in my body on high alert as I try to process what’s unfolding around me. The van speeds through the night, the hum of the engine drowning out the chaos in my mind, but there’s no escaping the reality of what’s coming next.
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As I bring the knife to the fabric of Red’s dress, the reality of the situation settles over me like a dark thrill. She’s seated in Shadow’s lap, his arms wrapped around her, gripping her in place. The bag over her head leaves her blind, heightening every other sensation, her breathing rapid and shallow. She can’t see what’s happening, but she can feel everything—the cool metal of the blade, the tension in the air, the pressure of Shadow’s body against hers.
With each deliberate slice, the dress falls away, exposing more of her to the cool air. The sound of the fabric tearing is sharp, each cut precise, as I reveal the smooth skin beneath. Shadow keeps her steady, his grip unyielding, his breath hot against her neck. She’s trembling slightly, her body caught between fear and arousal, every sense on high alert as she tries to make sense of what’s happening around her.
The bag over her head is a perfect touch, intensifying her vulnerability. She can’t see us, can’t predict what’s coming next—she’s completely at our mercy. The power of that realization sends a jolt of excitement through me as I continue to cut away her dress, piece by piece.
I can feel the tension in her body, the way she’s struggling to maintain control even as the last pieces of fabric fall away, leaving her exposed. Shadow’s hands grip her hips, holding her in place as I work. His eyes meet mine briefly, a silent understanding passing between us—we’re in complete control, and she knows it.
I press the knife lightly against her skin, just grazing the surface, and I hear her gasp, muffled by the bag over her head. “You feel good here,” I murmur, my voice low and deliberate, knowing she’s fully aware of the power we hold over her.
Shadow shifts beneath her, grinding her against the hard length of his cock through his slacks. I watch as her body reacts, her breath catching in her throat. Even with the bag over her head, I can sense the conflict raging inside her—fear battling with desire, uncertainty tangled with need.
The last of the fabric falls away, and I sit back, admiring her vulnerability. She’s nearly naked in Shadow’s arms, her breath shaky, her skin flushed with a mixture of arousal and anxiety. The bag obscures her face, but I can imagine the wide-eyed expression she must be wearing beneath it.
I let my hand graze her exposed thigh, a reminder of my presence, of the control I wield in this moment. “You’re ours now,” I whisper, my voice carrying the weight of what’s to come.
This is just the beginning. The night stretches ahead, filled with endless possibilities, and as I see the way her body reacts, the way she’s caught between resistance and surrender, I know that by the end, she’ll be craving every dark twist we have in store for her.
25
The van comes to a sudden stop, jerking me forward against the strong arms that have held me in place for what feels like an eternity. My heart is pounding, my mind racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. The bag over my head is suffocating, the darkness pressing in on me from all sides. I can’t see anything, can’t predict what’s going to happen next, and that uncertainty is both terrifying and exhilarating.
The door slides open, and cold air rushes in, sending a shiver down my spine. Hands grip me roughly, dragging me out of the van. I stumble, trying to find my footing as they haul me out onto uneven ground. I can hear the crunch of leaves beneath my feet, the rustling of trees in the wind, and I know, even before they pull the bag off my head, that we’re in the middle of nowhere.
Suddenly, the bag is yanked off, and I blink against the dim light of the moon filtering through the canopy of trees above. The mask I was wearing is gone too, leaving me bare and exposed to the cold night air. I look around, trying to takein my surroundings, but all I can see are endless trees, the darkness of the forest closing in around us.
I turn to face them, my breath catching in my throat as I take in the three men standing before me. Blade, Raven, and Shadow—all of them masked, their eyes gleaming with a dangerous excitement that sends a fresh wave of adrenaline coursing through me. There’s no comfort in the familiarity of their presence, only the chilling realization that I’m truly at their mercy.
They stand in a loose semicircle around me, their silence heavy with intent. My heart races as I try to process what’s happening, but before I can even form a thought, Blade’s voice cuts through the quiet night.
“Run,” he says, his tone low and commanding, a single word that holds so much weight.
I stare at him, unsure if I’ve heard him correctly. Run? From them? There’s a moment of hesitation, a flicker of disbelief, but then I hear the low growls and see the intensity in their eyes, the anticipation of the chase. This is part of the game—part of the fantasy I signed up for.
“Run, Red,” Raven adds, his voice laced with dark amusement. “Or do you want to see what happens if we catch you standing still?”
A shiver runs down my spine, and I know they’re not bluffing. This is real. They want me to run—to be the prey they hunt through the woods. My breath catches in my throat, and I take a step back, the instinct to flee kicking in even as my mind struggles to catch up.
“I’d start running if I were you,” Shadow taunts, his voice smooth and predatory. “We’re giving you a head start. Use it.”
