Page 3 of Dirty Little Psycho (Sinners Welcome #4)

THREE

KARLEY

My breath hitches at the sight of him. He told me to run the moment the door opened and I did.

I hightailed it the fuck out of there and shoved every cunt out of my way that tried to stop me.

I thought going out the back I would be able to scale the fence and escape this shithole, then make it back home to stab my father in the fucking eye for daring to put me in this place!

What I didn’t fucking bank on was the fence being electric!

The first zap sent me sailing backward and I landed on my ass. I thought being prepared for the zap the second time would help me brace for it, but turns out being electrocuted twice in a short span of time hurts more!

I dart my gaze around, trying to spot another way out, but it’s too fucking dark out to see anything clearly.

When he begins stalking toward me, I start to panic, my mind screaming at me to run but my body is begging for me to stay.

If the pulse between my legs is anything to go by, then my slutty little clitty is begging for some action from the psycho.

“You run, we chase,” he warns.

A frown pulls at my brows. “ We ?” I breathe out.

I may not be able to see his face but I can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks. “Yeah little psycho, we .”

He’s mere feet away from me and I need to make a choice.

I ignore my body’s reaction to the fear—I’m a freak, I get off on being terrified.

I dart to the side and head toward the trees.

I have no idea how deep I can go before I undoubtedly hit another fence, but I’m not going to stand and let him get his hands on me.

I make it past the first tree only to slam into something.

I cry out and fall to my ass. I reach up and rub my nose, angry I didn’t see the second tree.

I try to push to my feet but I’m shoved down.

I snap my head upward, my jaw slackening at the sight of another masked freak standing in front of me.

Something about this masked fucker has fear rearing inside me.

I scoot backward along the ground, only to be stopped when my back hits something else.

I tilt my head back and lock eyes with the crazy fucker from before.

“You said to run!” I snap at him.

The bastard shrugs his shoulders. “I never said you would get away.” That’s all he says before he reaches down, grips my ponytail, using it to haul me to my feet.

I cry out in pain, but he ignores me as he drags me back toward the building.

I swing my arms out and try to fight but his grip on my hair makes it impossible for me to escape.

I hear the other bastard trailing behind us and my fear begins to grow to new heights.

I loathe the fact that my pussy is pounding to the beat of its own damn drum right now.

I feel strands of my hair ripping out but my cries and pleas are falling on deaf ears.

The guy behind us darts in front and pulls the door to the building open.

When he tries to drag me through, I grip the sides of the doorframe, trying to fight against him even when he tugs on my ponytail.

When I feel the one behind me flush against my back, I stop fighting and the other one stops pulling on my hair.

I shiver when I feel the plastic of his mask press against the side of my face.

“I can’t wait to fuck the devil into you.

” His words have a gasp falling from my lips.

The other guy uses my moment of distraction to his advantage and tugs me forward.

I stumble after him, trying my hardest not to lag behind and risk him tearing more of my hair out.

I’m a fucking fool for thinking he would let me go. I thought his warning back in the cell gave me hope that I might actually escape this place, but those hopes went up in flames the moment I realized the fence was electric.

I follow him down some stairs and pray I don’t fall, the lighting is pathetic to say the least. Once we reach the bottom he releases me.

I flick my hair back and whirl around to try and find an escape, but freeze on the spot when I realize where the fuck they have brought me.

I feel one of them press against my back, this time I shiver for a different reason—fear.

“Don’t worry, little psycho, I’m not planning on locking you in one of those.

” His words do nothing to quell the anxiety rising inside me as I stand here and stare at the mortuary chambers.

There are three metal tables that are vacant, thank God for small fucking mercies.

This place looks like something from a horror movie, and my stomach rolls.

They’re going to kill me.

My father sent me here to teach me a lesson. I wonder if he knew that this place would be the death of me?

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper, fear lacing each of my words, and I can’t find it within myself to care. I’m terrified and disgusted with myself that I will die while my panties are soaked.

“Because I want to see inside you.” I whimper at his words. “I want to see your terror. I want to know what breaks you.”

I peer over my shoulder at him, his brown eyes are focused on me with an intensity I can’t explain. “Why?” I breathe out. Tears prick the backs of my eyes, but I refuse to give these bastards the satisfaction of seeing any more of my tears.

It isn’t him that answers, it’s the guy who I slammed into who does. “Haven’t you ever had dark desires that you hid from the world for fear you would be judged?” I swallow audibly and shake my head.

“Liar.” I whirl around and jerk back into the guy behind me as I stare at another masked freak in front of me.

There are three of them!

My heart rate spikes as the one behind me wraps his arms around my waist, anchoring me to him.

My vocal cords fail me when the newcomer stalks toward us.

I should scream, fight or try to flee, but I do none of that.

What’s the point? I’ve already been warned that I’m on my own until sunrise, I doubt I’ll survive that fucking long if these three have anything to do with it.

When I feel the heat of his body pressed against my front I close my eyes and wait.

His fingers grip my chin and force my head up.

“Open your eyes, beauty.” Like a moth to a fucking flame I obey the new guy.

His blue eyes stand out like a bright light against his matte black mask with large horns.

“Death is a mercy we are not granted for many years. Yours will not be from our hands unless you break the rules.”

My brows slam together in confusion. “You’re not going to kill me?”

He shakes his head. “Unless you break our rules,” he answers.

“What rules?”

“Don’t harm the staff. Return to your cell by sunrise. No rape. All participants must be willing. Break the rules and we’ll break your face,” the three of them all say in unison. I mull over their words and when they sink in my eyes widen.

“No rape?”

The one I slammed into moves until he is standing behind the one in front of me, drawing my sole focus to him. “We’ll never take what isn’t freely given.”

Curse my fucking pussy, the dirty bitch begins to throb again at the thought of giving these three my body willingly. What would they do? Would they bring me pleasure like I have never known before?