Page 87 of A Murderous Crow
“The game’s not done,” I said. “I could get more scrapes.”
“True, but we take care of our women, even when we do play these fucked up reindeer games. Hang tight.”
He keyed his way into the house and went to a first aid kit just inside on the wall. He came back with antiseptic spray and some gauze.
“Gonna sting,” he warned, and he spritzed my palms, focusing on the heel of my hands. I hissed between my teeth, and he chuckled, wiping at them with the gauze to get the worst of the grit off.
“How’d this happen?” he asked. “You trip?”
“Tackled,” I laughed lightly.
“Who?” he asked.
“Specter,” I said quietly. “I think he has it in for me or something, our first meeting was… uh…less than polite. He was rather crude, and I, uh, told him to go fuck himself.”
Hangman laughed and said, “He’s a dick to everyone. Good on yah for not taking his shit. Still, it’ll be handled. This is a bridge too far, Corvus is going to want a word. This is supposed to be a haunted house thrill ride, not actually damaging.”
“I mean, it’s been more fun than it hasn’t,” I said with a dry chuckle.
“Good, come on out here – resume the position if you will.”
I went out to roughly where we’d been standing and put out my hands, palms up, like I had before he’d hit the pause button on our little game of cats and mouse.
He put my belt around my wrists and pulled the free end and the cuffs he had fashioned out of them cinched down tight. Likereallytight, holding me fast. It would be impressive if it wasn’t so…how did he know how to do that? Better yet, why would he know how to do this?I thought.
He stepped back, made the mourning dove call, and said, “You better git, the pause on the game is over.”
I moved carefully in the direction of the Jewish portion of the cemetery, past the caretaker’s house, and was relieved when I found less gravel, and more sand and grass.
I twisted and pulled at my wrists, but whatever he’d done with my belt wouldn’t budge. I crouched behind a grave and fucked with it, trying to see what he’d done, but there wasn’t enough light. If it hadn’t been so dark, I wondered if I would be able to figure it out and if I’d have been able to free myself.
Shit,I was disadvantaged as hell, but still – I was holding my own against how many of them versus me? At least, I’d like to think I was. They were honestly probably just playing with me.
I checked my watch, which was always present on my wrist and was riding higher, over where my belt acted like cuffs. It was too dark and too hard to read to get an accurate time but it felt like I’d been in the same spot for too long and that I’d have a better chance if I moved, so I moved.
I didn’t know how long we had all been out here, but the more I slunk and hid, the more the chill in the air was starting to affect me. My nose starting to run a bit. I meandered carefully through things, hiding and dodging anymore encounters for what felt like a while.
I was outside little Gracie’s grave plot’s enclosure, looking through the bars at the lighter white of her marble carving when a body pressed me into the enclosure.
“Bella,” a voice I didn’t recognize murmured in my ear, and it lit off in a string of Italian which was beautiful to listen to, but I had no idea the meaning behind any of the words except the first… Bella meant beauty or beautiful.
He turned me and pulled my restrained wrists up and over my head, hooking the belt that held them fast on the spiked iron bar above me. I swallowed hard as Death made me rise on my tippy toes and I was held helpless by the gate.
He trailed warm hands over my shoulders, and in a caress down my ribs, and stopped at the waistband of my jeans.
“Time to lose these,” he whispered, and he pulled the button through the loop loosening them, and lowered the zipper sensually slow.
“Shit!” I gasped as he pulled the denim off my legs, slow, so painfully slow, my desire increasing with the eroticism of his gentle strip tease.
“You’ve been out here driving us all crazy for a while now,” he said, placing a kiss on my panties, over my mound at the apex of my thighs. He drew a deep breath, scenting me, and made an appreciative noise.
“Well done, you,” he pulled my jeans off my feet completely, and took his time kissing his way back up my body in light butterfly kisses that started at my knee and stopped at my chest, just above my bras’ band between my breasts, his eyes rolled up to meet mine.
I was down to bra and panties, but the look in his eyes? I might as well have been nude and I was scared he was going to take things further than the game allowed for. I didn’t want that. I wanted Corvus between my thighs, inside me, but in the moment, I was very afraid that if hedidgo further, I would becaught up in the moment and welcome his cock as long as he promised to make me come.
The cognitive dissonance was real as my pussy ached to be filled.
Death stepped back and looked at me appreciatively, a thumb at his bottom lip as he looked me up and down, hanging there, helpless.
