Page 17 of Better Run

I fly down the stairs. I briefly notice bloody footprints on them. My footprints. That’s how they found me so quickly.

Footsteps sprint close behind me, and a shadow pushes past me to block the door. I veer to the vehicle and jump over the hood of the car.

I’m snatched up again and tossed into the bed of the truck. I scramble to get up, but the smiling mask is on me, hand against my throat as he pins me to the back of the cab.

He laughs with no hint of humor. “You asked for it.”

I scrabble at his hands, but it only makes him tighten his grip. Sounds go mute against my ears, and my eyes start to close.

I don’t realize he’s loosened his hold until I hear the other jump into the bed of the truck. I renew my clawing until smiley breathes in my ear, “Be still, or I’ll put you out. He has something to say to you.”

I look into the eyes of the masked man who crouches in front of me. They’re dark as far as I can see.

“Things have been way too relaxed recently. There are new rules.” He traces a finger along my lips.

I shiver.

“First. This mouth gets shitty with us, it gets punished. I’ll show you what it means to have a mouth full of filth.”

He adjusts his cock.

I gasp, realizing what he means.

He takes the opportunity to slide two fingers into my mouth. He shoves them all the way back until I gag.

I bite down hard.

He pulls out and smacks my cheek so hard I see stars. The hand around my throat doesn’t let up. I get even more wet.

“That’s the last time those pretty teeth will bite me. Ever. You understand?”

I nod, blinking away involuntary tears from the slap.

“Two. If we’re playing, you call me Sir. That’s the only way you’ll address me. You’ll call him Master.” It must be Jayden in the mask with a slit for a mouth. He nods at what must be Cole pinning my throat.

“The old rules still apply unless either of us tells you to run, you don’t hurt us, you don’t run. If you fuck up, you crawl the rest of the day. As well as anything else we decide.”

I’m pinching my thighs together.

He notices.

“Three. You never touch yourself unless we tell you to.”

I suck in a breath. What the hell?

Smiley leans in. “You can always beg me to do it for you…and I’ll think about it. If you’re a good girl.”

I shake my head and grit, “I’ll never do something like that, mother —”

Jayden grabs the button on the top of his pants.

I remember the rule and stop.

“What do you call him?”

I grit my teeth as wetness pools in my core against my will. “Master.”

“Thank me for not punishing you for that outburst.”