Page 3 of Run and Hide

Chapter three

Cyrus

She scrambles to get up, but her hands are shaking so badly, she can’t manage to get her arms to work.

I rev the chainsaw, and she screams. Finally, she gets to her feet, looking around frantically, as if trying to find somewhere to hide.

We told our fellow actors to leave the black-haired beauty alone. They could frighten her from afar, but they were not allowed to touch her.

My cock is painfully hard as I watch her run from me in fear, her limbs trembling as she goes.

My feet pound on the ground behind her. She’s not very fast, so I focus on not catching up with her too soon. She looks over her shoulder and screams again when I rev the chainsaw, longer this time.

I smile to myself as she takes off in the opposite direction. I walk toward where she’s trying to escape, but she has tired herself out.

Kian presses a lit joint to my lips and I inhale. The smoke fills my lungs, and I release a deep breath. Smoke billows out of my mouth in Kian’s direction, his knife dangling from his hand. He brings the joint to his own lips, his eyes still on the spot where the little crow is headed.

“Ready to get this show on the road?” I ask, knowing he won’t want to have too much distance between us and her, that he’s as ready for her as I am.

“She seemed terrified when she saw the chainsaw. Her fear made me almost bust in my pants, Kian.” I hold the chainsaw loosely in one hand and adjust myself.

He only shakes his head, walking in the direction where she disappeared.

Mia

I feel like my legs are going to give out on me at any moment. Each scream that echoes through the field makes me jump. My eyes keep scanning everything in front of me, waiting for the next person to jump out.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this scared. I’m twenty-two and alone in a corn maze. Lily is never going to hear the end of this one. Facing my fears was not on this year’s bucket list.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I keep walking forward, trying to keep my eyes down to the ground, hoping to avoid eye contact with anyone, as if that will somehow deter them from acknowledging my presence. Act like a ghost . Maybe they won’t see me, but even I know I’m not that lucky.

All the hair on my body stands as the feeling of eyes on me takes over. Trying to ignore it, I keep walking, but I come face to face with a choice.

The maze breaks into two, making me decide whether to go left or right.

I look down both paths, trying to see which one seems less scary, but both are dark and cold, making me want to be anywhere else. The icy wind hits me and blows my hair right over my face. Pushing the loose strand behind my ear, I take a deep breath and decide to go right. There is only one way out of here. Unfortunately, I don't know which way that is, but standing here isn't going to get me out.

The screaming finally dies down, making me feel like I’m the only one left, and honestly, I wouldn’t doubt it with how slowly I’ve been walking.

A few feet from where I’m standing is yet another direction change—left or right—but this time, something covers my mouth before I can pick. I try to scream as another hand wraps around my waist. I lose my footing, and they begin to drag me backward. All I see before something covers my head are the tall cornstalks and a man with the mesmerizing horned mask.

Kian.