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I heard he got caught finger-blasting Jolie Parker in the bleachers during the pep rally rehearsal.”
I don’t know—sometimes, a girl needs to know how to off a man in an untraceable way. I still didn’t see the issue there.
“Bitch, you literally keep looking over your shoulders every five seconds like a goddamn cokehead in debt.”
“Look at you. Pretty little darkling, all alone in this big, empty corn maze.” He was using a voice changer.
“I want to see you scurry through this labyrinth like the rest of them. I want you to beg me to release you.”
“What if I just beg you for release?” I breathed out, grinding against his thigh.
“Next time, I’ll have you over my cock, stretching out that pretty cunt of yours.” He wiped his hand over the mess on his pants before turning away.
“I want to play with my food before I eat it.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked. “If I catch you, then you’re mine to play with.” He chuckled.
Yet, some sick, twisted, part of me wondered if I’d like to be caught just the same.
“Put your mask back on, professor,” the scarecrow commanded. “Don’t want anyone to see you here, with a student.”
“We haven’t finished the game,” he laughed. “I just caught you. Now, you’re mine. You both are.”
There was a thrill in all of this that I couldn’t describe, couldn’t make sense of. When I ran face first into Dr. Harkins, a part of me had hoped it was the other scarecrow, that I had been caught and the lingering promise would be fulfilled, that the real fun would start.
“Put your fingers in her ass. I want her ready to fuck both of us.” Zeke's announcement was nearly as abrupt as the two fingers he slid inside my pussy.
“Tell our professor how badly you want us both to fill you up, to stretch your holes and pump you full of our cum until you leave a trail behind you through this maze.”
She smiled a wicked grin. Licking the tip of her knife and twirling it on her tongue before she brought it down to graze the center of my chest, she pressed just hard enough to scratch the surface of my skin. I grunted, less bothered by my suffering than the discomfort of realizing I had fucked with a broken woman. Now, I was truly headed for the unpredictable.
“Take that knife out of my foot, you fucking crazy bitch!” I shouted, but she cackled in response.
She was henbane, beautiful but foul in every sense of the word; the closer you got, the more evident it became as its stench invaded your senses. She was wretched, toxic in the worst way possible, but stunningly beautiful from a distance.
“Say you’re my dirty little whore, using a dead man’s cock to make you come.”
