Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Fuck yes, now this is what gets me going.
“What now?” Max asks like he’s desperate to prove himself.
I can hear her downstairs, darting across the hallways, jerking every door she can find. Pottery is thrown over as she bumps into all the tables, cabinets, and chairs. Even without a scream, I can hear her agitation as I slowly make my way downstairs, listening to every sound she makes.
“Let’s go catch us a sneaky, voyeuristic little thief,” I say.
Heath’s lip curls into a half smile. “Give her a head start. Five seconds.”
“Fuck that. She got enough of my time already by watching me shower and sneaking up on us while we made our kill,” I retort and march past him.
“And you’re going to help us catch her,” Heath tells Max.
A devious grin spreads on my face as my heart races with excitement. “Time to make her pay.”
Ivy
My heart nearly beats out of my chest from the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
There’s no light, no sound, and now I’m being chased by three monsters in disguise.
Demonic fuckers.
I move through the rooms, but it’s damn hard like this.
I can’t see. I can’t fucking see a thing.
Shit!
I could yell, but there’s no one else to hear me except Heath, Max, and Silas. All of the Skull and Serpent Society members are gone.
Did they send them away just to toy with me?
Those motherfuckers…
I run across the hallways and try to open every single door I can find, but all the exits are locked. I turn around and run but bump into a chair next to the door, causing me to fall over face-first onto the hard floor.
I crawl up, but my hands detect a rumbling not too far away. I can feel it in my bones.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I can feel their footsteps like vibrations in the wood.
Lights swiftly flicker on and off like a beacon in the dark.
Their masks.
I swiftly come to my feet and rush off into the opposite direction, heading into a door on my left. I have no clue where I am or where I’m going as I touch my way through the rooms, feeling up all the furniture. A couch. A table. A chair. Some kind of counter. A bump on the floor makes me nearly fall over again.
I turn around and try to see as best as I can, but there’s only an all-consuming void around me. Two hands slither their way around my waist. I shriek.
Who is it? Heath, Silas, or Max?
Who can I trust?
Who will betray me?
I grab the nearest object, something that feels like a candleholder. I throw it, but of course it misses because I can’t see shit, and I can’t hear anything.
So I just run like hell to the next room until I bump into a kitchen counter with my waist, coughing up air. Feeling my way around the edges, I make my way to the other side to try to rip open the drawers, but there are none.
Shit.
A violent buzzing between my legs makes me moan, and I slap my hand in front of my mouth.
Don’t make a sound. Don’t let them hear you.
I run off to the other side of the kitchen and feel my way to the curtains. Light spills in from the outside, so I hide behind them and stay as silent as possible.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I can feel their footsteps on the floor.
And even though the buzzing between my legs continues to distract me, I stay as still as a mouse, trying not to be found.
Wetness slowly trickles down my legs, and I rub my lips together to prevent the moan from spilling out too.
Fuck.
Their masks flicker on and off again, like demonic entities floating through the room.
I wait until the thuds slowly diminish before I make a run for it with a curve around the furniture to make sure they don’t catch me if they’re still here.
But it’s dark, and if I can’t see anything, they can’t either.
This is my only advantage.
I can feel them coming. They can’t feel me.
I tiptoe around the hallways and rummage through each drawer I can find, searching for a key. There has to be one somewhere, right?
But no matter how long I search, I can’t find anything.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
The buzzing suddenly intensifies, and I collapse against a door, helpless to stop the onslaught of lust building in my body once again.
Fuck these fuckers for actually making me horny.
For making me want to give up.
I push myself up from the floor and rush back through the hallways, then go straight up the stairs. But on the third step, the buzzing between my legs forces a moan out of my throat. And my feet are caught in a snare.
Hands grasp at my ankles.
My fingers latch onto the wood, and I pull myself up.
The hands coil around my legs, twisting me, forcing me down I’m slowly toppled over.