Page 7 of Last Summer

Chapter six

SCREAM

CHRIS

Sunday Afternoon

We just watched a girl die.

Not in a horror movie.

Not in a staged viral moment.

The blood is everywhere. The gore is everywhere. I feel like I should feel more looking at her lifeless eyes staring off at nothing. But it just feels so…unreal.

The invitation said we were supposed to flirt with fear, fake a couple of jump scares… You know, some publicity stunt that would bring in more viewers? It was all supposed to be fake.

But now someone’s dead. Like dead as fuck.

Danica is sobbing and holding a hand over her mouth.

Those are not the influencer-type of tears that seem forced with mascara running down her face as she checks herself out.

This is ugly —snot and all. And Abby, she’s pretending like we didn’t just watch some Final Destination-type shit right now.

Which makes me wonder what the fuck is wrong with this girl? Is she like a psycho or something?

What the fuck is going on out here in the woods?

“We need to go get help.” Danica sobs out, wiping what I'm sure is snot and tears from her lips. “We have to call someone.” She sniffles.

Abby stares at Danica like she just lost her mind, placing a hand on her hip. “Oh yeah, and go where to make that call? We have no service.” Taking a deep breath in, Blondie stalks forward towards her friend. “We can’t leave, remember?”

She’s right. It was part of the agreement we all signed.

If we were to leave early, we would forfeit all money, including the substantial advances we all received–and I don’t know about them but I'm here for the money. I couldn’t even pay back what I already spent of the advance if I were to leave.

Danica whirls around, looking directly at me.

“A girl just got impaled,” she snaps, her hands waving in the air. She’s clearly upset

“I can’t fucking deal with this shit,” Lucy says before running from the yurt.

“We all saw it, Danica,” Abby bites at her friend.

Damn, the blonde one is kinda a bitch. I like it.

“It was a fucking accident,” Abby continues as she steps into the other girl’s space, and getting into her face.

“We will stick it out, and when we get back, we will simply explain what happened. Accidents happen all the time. Right, Danica?” The way she says the last part suggests she’s talking about something deeper than what’s going on here.

Danica goes pale as a ghost as they stare each other down.

Is it wrong of me to kind of wish they’d fight? Nothing gets me harder than a good old cat fight. A little hair pulling, wrestling, bodies writhing as they fight for control. Yeah, that’s fucking hot. Amusement flickers through my body as I watch the girls face off.

Then suddenly, a computer screen lights up behind all the gore. Strolling past the chaos and blood, I look down at the screen.

A private chat has opened somehow. It’s between Sarah and someone called ‘Anonymous.’

Anonymous: Do you like scary movies?

A smirk curls on my lips as I decide to take this private chat public.

The camera turns on, and I spin so that you can see the horror behind me.

People start flooding the room and so do the comments.

They can see the gore, and the filthy things they want me to do in this horror sends a rush of blood and adrenaline straight to my dick.

Anonymous : Fuck them both. Or you’re next.

My stomach drops. What the fuck?

Anonymous : Make them moan. Make them scream.

I move to close the screen and shut down the chat but stop myself. A deep throat chuckle escapes my lips.

“Nice try, troll,” I say to the screen while using my middle finger to flip them off.

Fucking trolls. I hate them. Danica comes up behind me, still sniffling—wearing nothing but a white little lingerie set with blood splatters covering it. Her little braided pigtails have started to come undone.

She looks hot .

“What’s going on?” she mutters as she reads the screen, messages still flying in.

BluBallzz : Suck his cock

MamaWanna : Fist her. Split her open

RippedDude6969 : Show us your feet

CockDemonKing : Choke on his cock you slut

It’s wild the things people say when they hide behind a monitor.

I’m not saying I don’t want to do all that and more to her, but at the same time, a girl did just die.

And Danica seems to be in shock or some shit.

But it would be nice to watch her choke on my cock.

Especially if I used those little pigtails to guide her tongue up and down my length. My cock twitches at the thought.

“Chris, are you reading this?” Danica says as she reads the last message out loud. “I know what you did… Fuck or die,” she whispers, her voice cracking in the end.

“It’s just some troll, let’s get out of here,” I say as my hand moves towards the screen, but before I have a chance to turn it off, another message comes on.

Anonymous : Fuck her and you get to live.

The statement grabs my attention. I sure the fuck am not about to let some sick bastard dictate what I do, but also I’m not trying to fuck around and find out. Obviously, what happened to Sarah was some kind of freak accident, but I’ve seen enough scary movies to know I shouldn’t take any chances.

I mean I did come here for two things—fucking and making money. So if that’s what I need to do, then…

Anonymous : Come on, make them moan or I'll make YOU scream.

Footsteps close in from behind, “What the fuck is this?” Abby says, causing us all to turn.

She’s standing beside us. In her hand is a blood splattered hockey mask.

It’s one of the old school ones you see in horror movies.

It's white plastic with a bunch of holes in it.

Looking into the camera, Abigail smiles before placing the mask over her face.

The small droplets of what I'm sure is Sarah’s blood drip down the mask.

The chat goes wild.

But our eyes are all locked on a single chat bubble. Anonymous has more to say, a clear message—they want me to wear the mask and fuck the girls, cut them, ruin them. Or we all die.

Danica shakes her head. “Fuck you, sick fuck,” she snaps at the screen but Anonymous replies.

Anonymous : I know who was really driving.

And it’s enough to get Danica to finally shut the fuck up and fall in line.

She looks pale and like she’s going to be sick.

Her shoulders sag just as I quickly snatch the mask from Abigail's fingers and lean into the screen, making sure I show off my tats and muscles. I’m still half naked, only wearing my pants, since getting done fucking Abby—maybe I should have Danica clean her best friend’s juices from my cock.

Abigail perks up her tits, and with a creepy smile, she asks the chat, “What do you guys want us to do? Should Danica suck the masked man’s thick cock? You wanna see her gag on it like the dirty fucking slut she is?”

The answers pour in too quickly for me to even read but it’s undeniable what the people want.

My hand moves to the small of Danica’s back snaking up her spine feeling the small goosebumps ripple across her body.

Fuck, if I was a different man—a better man—I would have treated a girl like her like a princess.

But sadly, now I have no fucks to give. I’ll be fucking the shit out of her throat for money.

Suddenly, Abigail jumps up, hands clapping.

“That’s a good one, Dirtyguy124,” she coos, turning to Danica who looks like she’s about to be sick.

“He wants you to suck his cock while you ride his boot.

I think it's perfect for a desperate slut like you.”

Abigail snakes her hand into her friend's panties from the top, surprising both of us. Danica lets out a shocked little sigh that travels straight to my cock. Abby’s hand moves against her friend's pussy. I’m desperate to see what they’re doing but her thong is blocking my view.

“You’re already wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?” Abby taunts as Danica’s hips begin to thrust. “Tell everyone. Say that you’re a dirty cock whore.”

What a wicked little bitch .

My hand tightens around the back of Danica’s neck, my thumb caressing the softness of her skin. It’s kind of pitiful how badly I want her. My cock is straining painfully against my zipper. Will she do a better job than the blow job Barbie here did?

One second she’s riding her friend's hand and then she’s being pushed to her knees by Abby. She lands with a thud, straddling my boot as her fingers fumble with my pants.

“That’s a good girl. Right, chat?” I say as I pet Danica’s soft hair.

I know what just happened is fucking terrible.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but truthfully, I am.

I really fucking am. Especially when Danica’s lithe fingers release my now throbbing length from my pants.

Danica's warm mouth wraps around my cock and my head flings back, my hair falling against my upper neck as she takes me deep. Fuck , her mouth feels like heaven.

No teeth, just wetness and warmth as her tongue swirls around my shaft.

Abby pushes her friend’s head down on me, and I can feel her throat spasm as she tries to take my dick deeper. Such a good fucking girl. Saliva and snot come flying from her mouth when her friend pulls her back, and it’s sexy as fuck to see how I’m completely ruining this sweet little angel.

I smile behind the mask, and ask, “Do you like the taste of my dick, Angel?” Turning back to the chat, I ask the strangers behind the screen, “How else can I ruin our sweet little thing?”

The chat continues to move with speed, receiving suggestions that range from dirty to down right deviant, but it's Anonymous’ request that catches my attention.

Anonymous : Fuck them both. They like to share. Make them bleed… Make them scream. They deserve it.

Abby whispers, “What the fuck?”

But her concern is lost to the flurry of pleasure. Danica’s mouth is back on my throbbing member, and I reach out, ripping down Abby’s tank top so her tits are exposed.