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I unlooped the rope hangin’ from my belt, fashioning it quickly into a lasso. As excitin’ as the chase was, it really was more better for the prey. For the predator? All the enjoyment came after I'd wrapped my teeth around her jugular.

She turned another corner, but this time she peeked back at me. There was just a millisecond where her face fully came into view before disappearin’ again, but I still saw every last detail.

The low, warm light in her beautiful blue eyes.

The sweat shinin’ on her face in a delicious sheen.

And the twisted smile that told me she was just yearnin’ for the moment where I finally got my fingers locked around her neck.

I gripped the corner, usin’ it to propel me faster. The clompin’ of my boots echoed through the deserted hallways.

If there were other players around, they stayed away.Good.

If anyone even dared get between the two of us, I wouldn’t hesitate to cut them down. PKer be damned.

I wasn’t the same Cam that entered the maze. The little temptation changed me.

For better or worse, we were about to find out.

She was fuckin' fast. But all I needed was just one little slip up.

And it came on the third sharp turn she tried to make.

Aubrey stumbled, and I took the opportunity to make my throw, the rope closin’ around her neck. I pulled hard, chokin’ her clean off her feet and to the floor. But that didn't deter her, the gasp of pain and surprise preceding the sound of her tryin’ to scrabble away along the stone, perfect pink nails caked with blood and grime.

A wild animal caught in the trap.

I held the rope taut, bearin’ down on her like a nightmare. A fox waitin’ just outside the chicken coop.

If Aubrey wanted to flirt with the wickedness in me, who was I to deny her the privilege? I'd let my demons loose. Worship her like the Virgin, perverted into my personal whore of darkness. A saint brought to life for the sheer purpose of quakin’ around my fingers and tongue.

“Cam,” she choked, gripping at the rope. “You're… You're hurting me.”

“Good,” I snarled, falling to my knees to grab her ankle, pulling her across the floor and onto my lap. She fought hard, kicking and screamin’ as I undid the belt around her waist,yanking down that foolishly small skirt and the little spandex shorts attached to it to bare her round, pale ass to me. I smirked at the wet spot I found.

She must be sorely missing her panties.

“Somebody needs to teach you how to fuckin’ behave,” I snarled. “When I give you a direct order, I expect it to be followed.”

A clawed hand came close to my face, and I caught it, using the length of the rope to bind her wrists behind her back before attaching it to her ankles, turning it into a quick and effective hogtie.

I yanked the rope taut with a grunt of frustration, leaving myself just enough space to have access to her ass.

“Awful sick of this attitude, Peaches,” I muttered.

“Fuck. You,” she spat out, her furious eyes meetin’ mine. “Let me go, Cam.”

I struck, the clap of my palm against her ass cheek ricocheting from the cement walls.

Aubrey shouted and cursed. I used my free hand to tug the rope again, the knot tightening until she was forced to scrunch up, baring her ass to me some more.

“Enough.”

Her breath left her in a trembling gasp, real fear in her blue eyes as they met mine. It had a powerful shiver running through my body.

I wanted to see more of her like this. And they may have cut off my views, but hers were still alive and well.

I paused to look through her tracker, reading the messages aloud.