Page 20 of Off the Rails

Are they even real? Or am I losing my fucking mind?

My mind cycled through the litany of questions on a loop, seeking comfort in the repetition. The image of rosary beads popped into my mind, but I pushed it away. I didn’t believe in magic anymore.

Still, my mind nearly settled when a shadow crossed over my hiding spot, blocking out what little light was seeping in between the planks of wood. I gripped my jaw tight, holding my breath and praying despite myself for the shadow to keep moving.

But God had never answered my prayers before, and he wasn’t going to start now.

Instead of safety, my faith was rewarded by wood splintering under metal, my shelter chipping away before my very eyes. I scrambled back into the shadows, desperate for some other way out, but my haven had quickly become a cage.

Backlit by the flashing lights of Carnival Chaos, I couldn’t make out who my captor was until she stuck her head into the shadows, dropping her ax as her hand closed around my bicep.

Blade’s blood splattered mask tilted to the side as she let out a bone-chilling cackle. “Looks like you’re all out of luck tonight, Trinket.”

13

TESS

I couldn’t help the yelp that came from my chest as Blade dragged me into the open.

Her fingers dug into the skin of my biceps, not bothering to be gentle. Her face was hidden behind the smiling clown mask, blood splatters far brighter up close than I’d expected.

Strong enough to hold me up, Blade hauled me up to my feet. “Poor Trinket. You really thought you could pull it off.”

I had been naive. I wasn’t sure why I’d convinced myself that once she caught me, she’d play nice. But from the grip on my skin, I knew that assumption was a mistake.

What the fuck have I signed up for?

Blade moved me back, pressing me into the wood shed that served as the entrance to the Sky-Flyer ride. I could hear the smile on her voice as she spoke, “You know the rules. You’re mine now.”

I had agreed to it. Without knowing what the fuck these three psychos would do to me.

Trying to avoid looking at her mask, I looked over her shoulder.

Would she call the others over?

As if she could read my mind, Blade lowered her voice to a feral growl. “Tonight, I want you all to myself. We wouldn’t want to overwhelm our new toy.”

A part of me was thankful that I wouldn’t have to handle all of them at once. But another was terrified of what Blade would do to me all alone and vulnerable.

“Friendly reminder,” Blade let her grip on one of my arms slip, bringing her hand up to my chin and grabbing my face, “Anything I want tonight, I can have.”

Forced to look at her mask, I nodded. Her eyes were covered in shadow, invisible to me. The darkness around us cloaked her, and she seemed relieved by it.

As soon as I nodded, Blade got to work. She grabbed at the hem of my crop top, letting her hands graze the soft flesh underneath it.

I felt a whimper daring to press past my lips, and I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or pleasure. Forcing it down, I rolled my head back against the shed behind me.

Blade’s tattooed hands worked their way up to my bra, rubbing my nipples over the fabric.

“Fuck.” I groaned.

A desperate laugh came from Blade’s lips as she teased my tits. “Oh, my little Trinket likes it.”

Knowing that I didn’t hate it made her move faster, heat building in her body. Blade unbuttoned my tight daisy dukes and pulled the shorts down to the ground. One her way back up, she dragged her fingers along my sweaty, dirty skin.

Another shiver ran through my body as I pressed my skull into the wall.

It inspired her, making her move faster as she put her boot between my legs. Kicking my feet wider, Blade pressed her knee into my center. My clit throbbed as she applied a deep pressure to my pussy.