Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Lightly touching my shoulder, he pushes me ahead so he can reach the light switch.
The light flicks on and the sight I’m met with rips a scream from my throat.
Several figures are gathered around a beer pong table wearing black hooded robes.
It startles the shit out of me, and I back up, but Kyle is there, his grip on my shoulder tightening. His other hand drops to my hip, and he pushes me forward.
Confusion and fear ripple through me. It’s a Halloween party, so I guess this must be some prank meant to spook me. It worked, but now I’d like them to leave.
The amusement in Kyle’s voice soothes my fear a little. “I bet you’re one of those girls who jumps at every jump scare in a horror movie, huh?”
“Actually, yes.” I glance back at him uneasily. He’s smiling a faint smile, so I still think we’re probably all right.
A noise from one of them brings my attention back to the guys. He pulls his hood back and I see it’s a guy our age with dark spiky hair. His gaze rakes over my costume, then his lips tug up in a faintly malicious smirk.
“The outfit’s perfect.”
“Yeah,” says another guy, nodding his agreement. “How’d you get her to wear it?”
My stomach drops, then pitches again when Kyle answers the same way the guy asked—as if I’m not even here. “Told her to.”
They both laugh, and even my dead instincts perk up and tell me to get the fuck away from them.
Unfortunately, that means I’ve already stepped off the cliff.
When I turn back to the staircase, Kyle is already expecting the move and grabs me by the shoulders.
“You can’t leave already,” he says. “We haven’t made it to the fun part of the evening yet.”
“Already?” A redheaded guy with a ruddy complexion yanks his hood back and scowls. “I thought you said we were killing her after. I can’t get in trouble for this shit, man. My dad will kill me.”
Kyle glares at his friend.
The guy with black spiky hair sighs. “She wasn’t supposed to know that yet, you dumb fuck. Now she’ll fight us harder.”
My eyes are wide, my jaw on the fucking ground.
How dare these assholes keep talking about me like I’m not here?
And plotting my murder.
I obviously need to get the hell out of here, so I throw myself forward and knee Kyle hard in the balls.
His grip on me loosens because he wasn’t expecting it.
Heart pounding, I hurry past him and take off up the stairs.
I can see safety just at the top, but he grabs my ankle and yanks me back down.
I cry out as my hip bangs two of the steps. Kyle grabs me, his grip rough and deliberately hurtful this time as he yanks me back, then shoves me away from him in the opposite direction of the stairs.
“Fucking bitch.”
The guy with black spiky hair catches me and locks an arm around my waist. “I’m warning you now, don’t try that shit me with me.”
Rather than heed his warning, I reach back and dig my nails into his scalp, hoping to gather as much DNA as possible and hurt him at the same time.
If they’re going to kill me, I at least want them to get caught.
“If I were you,” he says dangerously, breaking my grip and yanking my arms behind me painfully, “I would work a little harder at behaving yourself during your final moments. I can do whatever I want to you tonight and never have to worry about you telling a soul. That means I can unleash my darkest fucking fantasies on you,” he says, leaning close enough that I feel his breath on my neck. “So it would behoove you to stay on my good side.”
I look back at him and he smirks.
So I spit at him.
That wipes the smirk off his face, but it’s arguably not worth it as he pushes me forward and slams me face first down on the table. I cry out as pain radiates through the left side of my face, and he moves up behind me, shoving himself against me so hard, the table cuts painfully into my hips.
“Oh, I’m going to fucking enjoy this,” he says, and the tone of his voice makes my stomach sink.
“Hey,” Kyle barks. “I’m the leader. I get her first.”
“Then I want her second,” says the redhead.
“I’ll go last,” says the guy forcing me to stay bent over the table with his cock rammed against me. “I want to make her suffer, and I don’t know how much will be left for you guys once I’ve finished with her.”
My heart pounds when the guy behind me uses his free hand to haul up the white lacy robe and toss the fabric to the side. I can feel that my backside is more exposed to his view now, but I’m thankful for this old-fashioned, one-piece bodice. He could easily push down underwear, but it’ll take more work to get me out of this.