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M y feet pound against the stairs, each step echoing loudly in the large cabin. Blade's taunting countdown rings in my ears, spurring me on faster. As I reach the bottom, I am met with a massive living room, towering above me like a palace.

Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of the moonlight shining over a lake and surrounding trees, but my attention is drawn to the panic that sets in. My eyes frantically search the enormous kitchen, taking in its size that could easily accommodate my entire apartment. The sight of a pantry that could be mistaken for a spare bedroom causes me to curse under my breath.

But before I can catch my breath, Raven's sing-song voice calls out my name from seemingly just around the corner. In a desperate attempt to find a hiding spot, I stumble upon an old chest hidden behind the couch. With no other options, I dive inside and slam the lid shut just as Blade's voice rings out once more.

"Here we come, kitten!" My heart races with a mixture of fear and anticipation as I hear the men plodding down the stairs.

I hold my breath, trying to calm my racing heart as the sound of their footsteps grow louder and closer. The chest is dark and cramped, every breath I take fills the space with warmth. My naked body feels confined in all the wrong ways, my legs folded up awkwardly against my chest and my hands clenched tightly in front of me.

Suddenly, I hear Blade's voice echo through the room. "Where, oh where, has our little Red gone?" The taunting lilt sends a shiver down my spine. I press a hand tightly over my mouth to stop any noise that may betray my hideaway.

There's a stretch of silence - pregnant with anticipation - until I suddenly hear a scraping sound that seems to come from the kitchen. Someone is searching there, I realize. A small bubble of relief washes over me until Shadow's low chuckle rumbles through the living room.

"Kitten, kitten," he drawls out, his deep voice vibrates through me. He's closer than the others, probably just around the couch.

Heat courses through me, a mix of fear and exhilaration. I sit as still as possible fighting back the urge to squirm or move.

Suddenly, the lid of the chest is ripped open, allowing light to flood into my hiding place. My eyes snap shut due to the sudden brightness before slowly fluttering open to see Blade staring down at me. There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes, the wolf mask he wears only adding to the ominous feeling.

"Found you, Red," Blade singsongs, reaching out to haul me from my cramped hiding spot. As he pulls me out, he pushes me down onto my knees in front of him, pulling his cock from his underwear .

A surge of defiance rolls through me as I shake my head. “No.” I snap my mouth shut, glaring up at him as he laughs, holding his cock in his hand to smack it against my face.

“Oh… she wants to play today, boys!” Blade's laughter booms through the large room, the sound bouncing off the high ceilings. The echoing cackles only add to the eerie atmosphere. His hand comes down to grip my hair tightly, pulling my head back to look up at him. "You're in such a feisty mood today, aren't you, Red?" he taunts.

I grip his wrist tightly and pull it away from my hair with a grunt. Blade looks surprised, but then a slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh, this is going to be fun," he murmurs.

Without warning, Raven strides into the room with Shadow following closely behind. Their piercing eyes lock onto me, kneeling before Blade, and they both let out a sly chuckle.

"Seems like the kitten has claws," Shadow taunts, his arms folded across his broad chest.

Raven pays him no mind and makes his way over to me, crouching down to meet my gaze. His masked face hovers just inches from mine as he gently strokes my cheek with his hand. "Are you ready for another round, little Red?"

My heart races in anticipation. I sneak a quick glance at the three men standing before me, clad only in their masks and boxers. With a swift push against Raven's chest, I send him tumbling backwards. I scramble to my feet and take off past them before they can catch hold of me. My legs carry me up the stairs as I make a mad dash for escape once again.