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know why you're here… It's that fantasy of being fucked hard by a couple of obsessed masked stalkers who will kill for you but won't tell you their real name… That's okay, I understand… We all hide who we are in the darkness sometimes, but be careful who might be hiding with you…
Not even the daughter of the great Agent Darling can outrun her demons, and I have a feeling mine are coming for me soon.
My dads adore my mom. They are still obsessed with her twenty-five years after having me and my sister. If love doesn’t come with the same obsession that my dads have for my mom, then I don’t want it.
I want the kind of love my parents have, the kind that endures through every storm, that sees the darkness and still chooses to stay. But the fear of never finding it gnaws at me.
the sweetest person could hide a heart of evil. After all, Dahmer was able to charm at least sixteen men long enough to kill them and snack on their corpses. Never trust a charming face should really be my motto.
“Don’t tell me you’re a night owl. There are far too many people around here that enjoy the darkness more than the beautiful sunshine,” she responds, and for a moment, my heart races. I know she means it literally, but it still cuts a little too close to my own personality.
Now, back to the island life. You're surrounded by beaches and handsome men—please tell me you're having a little fun at least!" I scoff softly, shaking my head even though she can't see me. "There are plenty of good-looking men here, but knowing my luck, I'd end up sleeping with the killer and he would stab me before I even climax."
Seanna bursts into laughter, her amusement contagious even through the phone. "Hey, you never know. You might have a knife kink and get off on being stabbed," she teases, her voice filled with mischief. “We both know our parents are deviant as fuck, maybe you inherited some of it.”
I pause, my breath catching in my throat as a deep, echoing chuckle reverberates through the forest. It comes from my right, followed moments later by another echoing laugh from my left. My head whips around in both directions, but the darkness remains impenetrable, concealing whatever—or whoever—is out there. Heart pounding, I fight the urge to run away. My body tenses, while silently cursing my own stupidity for putting myself in this situation..
It won’t be long now until she takes her rightful place between us. I know it’s only a matter of time. We were always destined to be together, our souls bound by blood. I wasn’t lying, I had died the moment I met her, because from that moment my soul belonged to her.
I can still feel her pulse under the pads of my fingers, smell the way she was turned on for the both of us as we caged her in. Most prey will fight when caught by a predator, but not her. Her grip was challenging as I felt her defiant eyes on me even through the mask.
How is it possible to feel so completely owned by one simple action and a few simple words?
"Spread yourself," Abel's voice cuts through the silence, gruff and unyielding. "Let us see everything." My heart races, torn between the thrill of obedience and the terror of what I'm about to do. Slowly, I part my legs further, reaching down with my fingers to spread my pussy open. "Good girl," Cain's voice whispers, smooth and approving. "That's it. Touch yourself for us. Show us how wet you are."
Our darling girl is absolutely beautiful, the memory of her body completely spread out and flushed with pleasure has desire still pulsing through my veins.
My brother has already disappeared, her glove pressed close to his nose. No doubt going to fuck his own hand until we can fuck her pretty pussy ourselves. Him running off the second the call ends comes as no surprise; his impulsive nature often leads him to seek immediate gratification.
“Look at you, little shadow, look at how beautiful you are spread out, exactly like we wanted you. You’re skin flushed and your pussy all wet for us. Look at what a good girl you were.”
It is strange to realize just how much I am enjoying my time here even with the investigation aspect. I don't know at what point I started dreading the thought of leaving here, but I know I will need to at some point. Even with these murderers, I'm not sure this island is really the right place for someone like me.
“Cum for us, little shadow,” Abel whispers, his voice a dark command. “Show us how much your pussy is begging for our cocks.”
I close my eyes, my breath coming in slow, ragged gasps. The fear is still there, a dark undercurrent that threads through my pleasure. But so is the arousal, the need for more. I am theirs, completely and undeniably, in this moment.
“Open your eyes, little shadow,” Cain commands softly. I obey, my eyes fluttering open to see Cain’s cock, hard and ready. He strokes it slowly, and the glint of neon reflected on metal has my breath catching. I’ve never been with anyone with a piercing before, let alone enough to look like the ornaments on a Christmas tree all lined up in a row. “Do you want this?” he asks, his voice a seductive purr. “Do you want to feel me inside you?” “Yes,” I breathe, my eyes widening as I realize what I just said out loud. My body tenses up again as my nerves and anxiety start overwhelming me. Even
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Somewhere in my mind something tells me that they may be killers, but they won’t kill me. "You’re ours, every breath, every gasp, and every moan from now on belongs to us," Abel murmurs, his voice a dark, seductive whisper.
I need to stop being distracted by masked men who fuck like demons from hell.
"You can't hide forever, little shadow,"
“I’m going to fuck you now, little shadow. I’m going to impale you on my cock and savor every delicious sound you make.” Jesus fucking christ, it would be helpful if my body didn’t betray me, throbbing in time with each movement and word.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined I would be watching myself get finger fucked by a masked killer, inside of a carnival maze of mirrors, and be wanting to beg for him to hurt me more.
"Please," I moan, my body aching with the need to feel him inside me. "Please, Cain. Fuck me." I’m lucky that he has me so worked up already, because with a single, brutal thrust, he buries himself inside me, filling me completely. Each piercing along the underside of his cock catches at my opening as he pushes into me and the pain that radiates from where we are joined tells me just how much it’s going to hurt the next day.
“Look at yourself,” he growls, his modulated voice rough with lust. “Look at how beautifully you take my cock.”
Seriously, who needs the gym when you can simply have a masked man chase you through a carnival ground, then fuck you so good it hurts.
Those psycho masked men can kiss my almost completely bare ass. Oh but wait, that would require them to remove their masks, which the assholes won’t do.
Abel turns to face me, and the item in his hands makes my heart race, but not out of fear. “Do you believe us yet, Hydessa? We will kill anyone who thinks they can touch you. And to us, knives are for the bedroom. When getting rid of people like Rye here, we prefer to make a statement,” he says as he twirls the barbed wire wrapped bat in his hands. My lips part on a breath. Why is that the hottest, most possessive thing I’ve ever heard? And why is it such a fucking turn on?
“My pussy can’t take much more of your obsession with it.” He tilts his head slightly, as if considering how to respond. “Your pussy isn’t the part of you that I’m obsessed with,” he says finally, his tone serious.
The reason you fall for the villain over the hero of a story is because the hero will choose the world over their lover but the villain will burn it down for insulting his queen… We aren’t good men, don’t mistake us for good men. We would burn it all down for you.”
Which, let’s face it, they shouldn’t believe me, I almost let another killer drown me last night. But the sex was too fucking good.
And now you’re learning, little shadow. Everyone gets to make their own choices in life, and you can’t control them all. You chose to stop this serial killer, you chose to kill in that cave, you chose to start this game with us. And we chose to never let you go.
“My mom says that we all have shadows and darkness inside us. She says my dad’s are her partners in shadows and darkness. One day I hope I’ll find the same, someone who will look after my heart’s grave. The treasure of everything I love and the things that make me sad too.”
"It’s meant to be a heart, right? Then put it over my heart." I stare at him wide-eyed, but he isn’t changing his mind. I’m glad his shirt is black and my mom won't see the blood. Leaning closer, I use the point of the knife to cut the shape of a heart into his skin. He makes a noise a few times, but he doesn’t cry either. When I’m done, there’s blood trailing down his skin. I’m strangely proud of the heart I made. He grabs my hand where he cut it and puts it against his. "You dug my heart's grave," he said, eyes wide and solemn, locked on mine as if sharing a profound secret. "And now
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“Ummm, I may have stumbled across a secret kink party last night,” I confess to them. They both laugh so hard that tears start streaming down their faces and my cheeks are on fire. “Oh, babe, that is not secret at all. Lachlan has been the host since he arrived on the island, we’re a bunch of kinky fuckers here,” Maddie says between giggles.
“And you know that if you’re ever hiding, then it's my job to seek,” she says softly. “What if I don’t want to be found?” I reply, struggling not to sob. “Then, I’ll sit here with you in the dark,” she responds with a shrug.
“It hurts without him,” I whisper to her when I feel like no more tears will fall. “He said he would be my partner in shadows. Just like mom told us our dads are to her. Who will help me control my darkness now that he’s gone?”
“Then hide the memory of him in your heart with your darkness. Keep it safe there. No one has to know what you keep locked away.”
There are moments in life that leave a lasting impression. Moments that shape who you are as a person moving forward. Mine was when I lost my best friend and partner.
"They do say imitation is the highest form of flattery, right?" one of the figures says. The way he speaks, I instantly know it’s Cain. He turns to look at Abel. "Do you feel flattered? I certainly feel fucking flattered right now." Abel growls, "Nah, I just feel fucking twitchy. You know, the kinda twitchy I get when someone else touches what's ours!" He kicks out at the figure on the ground, and the impact has a loud crack echoing around us as I hear the person groan. "I didn't know," the masked figure wheezes.
"You dug my heart's grave," he whispers. Tears trail down my cheeks as I look up into the neon green face of his mask and I realize who’s behind it. “Link?”
“Do you not want me anymore? What about Dessa? I thought we were partners?” My voice is soft, and I hate that I can feel tears in my eyes. I’m meant to be a big boy; I shouldn’t be crying. “Of course we do, Lincoln. Dessa is so worried and upset that this has happened,” he says, sighing again. He leans closer, his eyes filled with sadness and understanding. “We know you want to be her partner, buddy, but Hydessa isn’t ready for your darkness yet, okay? Maybe someday, but not yet.”
I force myself to retreat into that safe part in my heart, the part that belongs to her, my tears slowly drying up as I wait for my new family to come for me.
“For the longest time, I didn’t understand why I had to. But you weren’t ready back then for my darkness, little shadow. There was so much I didn’t know about myself back then. If I had found out while we were together, it could have destroyed us.”
“I would have destroyed you, my darkness wouldn’t have cared what we were to each other. It was the hardest decision of my life back then, but in the end, even without knowing, I did it to protect you.”
“I didn’t need you to protect me, I needed you with me,” I whisper as I imagine him all alone again.
“You know I hated my name. And would you have suspected sweet, quiet Telvin of fucking that pretty pussy raw?” he asks, his voice going husky.
“Link, you can’t just come back into my life and expect me to accept everything without question. I need to understand. I’m not that child anymore either. I changed too,” I breathe out. His lips twitch and there is definitely nothing boy-like in the look he gives me, his grip remains unyielding, tugging harder on my hair. “No, you’re not. We’ll tell you everything, Dessa. But first, you have to trust us. Trust me.”
