Page 85 of A Murderous Crow
He jerked his head in a direction and said, “He’s that way, I don’t want him to catch you too soon… let the boys have some fun and make it good for him.” He pushed the shirt back off my shoulders and took it from me and I shivered as the cool breeze caressed my heated skin.
He put his lips near my ear and captured my earlobe gently between his teeth briefly before breathing into it,“Run little rabbit, run!”
I went past him, and ghosted through a walkway to the left, heading back toward the front of the cemetery.
He stood watching after me, stuffing my shirt into his back pocket as he put his hands to his mouth and made a soft mourning dove call with his hands.
“This isnotfair!” I hissed under my breath, but of course they would be communicating with each other somehow.
I smiled, and slid down to hands and knees, crawling very carefully between stones as I heard footfalls on the path. I huddled in place and heard two of them come together.
“You see her?”
“Synister caught her.”
“Fuck, of course he would be the first.”
A slight laugh. “Just means fewer clothes when we find her.”
“Ifwe find her – she’s good at this game.”
“I know right?”
“You go that way, I’ll take this way.”
“Copy!”
They parted ways, and I couldn’t be sure which one of them had been which – I hadn’t been around them long enough to be able to identify their voices.
I waited until their footfalls faded, breathed out the breath I’d been holding, and shifted slightly, peeking out into the walkway. I could probably hide for quite a while, but that would get cold, quick, so I knew I needed to keep moving – still, I definitely had an advantage of being able to hold still for a time.
The coast was clear, so I crawled out from my hiding spot, and moved further down back toward the river, opposite of where one had gone, the other having struck out toward the fence line shared with the cemetery next door.
I swallowed, and stepped carefully, and wandered for who knew how long before I hit the main drag and the line of oaks that towered over the long drive.
I thought I might actually have this thing, when a flicker of light went up near one of the trees, and I felt my shoulders drop.
He snapped the cap of his zippo closed and the coal on the end of his cigarette glowed red.
“Well, well, well, what have we here?” his voice was oily and left a film on my senses that I didn’t like.
I drew breath and made to bolt but Specter lunged at me, and caught me around the waist. We both went down and I put out my hands to stop my fall on the gravel. I tried to get away, struggling to wiggle out of his grip. I kicked out, and tried tobe careful about it, connecting with his shoulder. He grunted, and I got my legs mostly free. I kept moving, kept crawling, and kicking and finally kicked free!
He got my left shoe and crowed in triumph as I bolted in another direction blindly, trying to get away from him. Of all the people Ididn’twant to meet out here, his crude ass was definitely it.
Like with Synister, I was too focused on making sure he wasn’t coming after me, I crashed into another set of arms, a pair that gripped me, turned me, and fetched my back up against a tree, the bark digging into my skin.
Like with Synister, a knee went between my legs, and pinned me to the spot. My pussy let out a throbbing ache, and I swallowed hard.God, why was that so hot?I thought to myself.
Fingers twined gently between mine, and my arms were raised and pinned above my head.
I looked into a pair of hazel-green eyes leeched nearly colorless by the slight moonlight out here. A swipe of medium light hair swept across his forehead, and his smile was a slow and easy parting of lips to bare straight white teeth as he pressed himself against me, letting me know just how hard this was making him.
I swallowed hard and Torment breathed, “Relax, baby. You’re safe with me.”
He transferred my wrists to one of his hands, and easily managed to hold both with the one, his fingers long. The other fingertips he trailed along my skin in such a way to leave fire in their wake.
I shivered and he smiled and whispered in my ear, “You’re much too hot to be cold…” he chuckled darkly, the sound dangerous and sharp, like a very real blade pressing against my skin, about to cut, but not quite – a threat of pain, a pain so sweet you could become addicted.
