Page 34 of Better Run

Jayden.

I do relax. But something tells me I shouldn’t. Why?

The vibrating turns to a buzzing which turns to tiny pinpricks.

I shift, trying to ease the feeling. But I hardly move anywhere. I realize there’s a weight on the back of my legs.

No, not a weight. A body.

A sick feeling overwhelms me. I rub my eyes and do my best to open them again. I see I’m on the couch in the cabin. It’s morning, and the sun is blinding me. Cool air brushes my back. The pinpricks are becoming more painful.

I twist my neck around. Jayden is sitting on the back of my legs, holding a tattoo gun. He flashes me a smug smile. His eyes are cold.

Fuck, Jayden! My escape. The memories flash through me.

I start to fight.

“Stop. You don’t want to ruin the pretty piece I’m putting on you.” The pinpricks pause. I freeze. They start again.

Is he…tattooing me?

I push to get up.

Cole’s voice comes, sounding bored. “Stop, little one. He’ll put you back out. He’s kind of a perfectionist when it comes to his art.”

“What the hell?” I stop moving. “I don’t want a tattoo!”

“Should have thought of that when you ran.”

I crane my neck to see what he’s doing.

“Lay down, you can see it when I’m done.”

“Are you giving me atramp stamp?”

He chuckles. There’s no mirth in it.

A wave of rage flows through me. I barely check it. I don’t want him to drug me again, and I know he will. Rage is followed by frustration, followed by crippling sadness.

I turn my face into the couch to hide my emotions. I failed. I tried to get away, and I’m back hereagain.

Nausea slams into me.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” I barely lean over the couch’s edge before I’m vomiting onto the floor.

Soon a trash can is put under me. I heave into it until I’m dry heaving. And I keep going. I puke nothing until tears stream down my face.

Finally, the waves of nausea end. I hang my head on the edge of the trash can and heave in a breath.

I realize someone is holding my hair back. I look up. Cole looks concerned.

“I think you gave her too much.”

“I didn’t give her any more than last time.”

I close my eyes and lay my head back down. I remember the chase. The intoxicating fear when they hunted me down. The lust when they took me; when they made me come. My pussy gets wet again, and I scrunch my eyes shut.

“Kitten.” Jayden has stopped tattooing me.