Page 4 of Run and Hide

Chapter four

Kian

Cyrus has her face covered with a burlap sack as he drags her deep into the corn. She screams and fights, but no one will think anything of it, which makes this the perfect place for what we have planned. It’s the ideal cover.

When Cyrus finally lets go of her, she falls back onto her ass, screaming about how she’s never leaving her house again, which makes me grin. Her eyes grow wide with fear when she finally gets the bag off her head.

“W-what…” She seems terrified as Cy crouches down in front of her, and she tries to scramble away, making him laugh. His hand wraps around her ankle as he pulls, the muscles on his arms contracting. The little crow goes down, her head hitting the dirt as he pulls her back toward him.

Her eyes look between us frantically, mouth opening and closing without any words.

Guess we already took her ability to talk.

Cy runs his finger down her cheek, and I see her body stiffen.

“Do you remember us, little crow?” he asks, hushed. She nods her head but doesn’t say anything.

“What’s your name?” Her eyes are locked on his, but she doesn’t answer, not until he risks reaching into his pocket and pulling out his knife. She whimpers once she sees the gleaming metal in the faint light of the festival. Cy brings the tip to her face, and she closes her eyes as her chest heaves.

“Let’s try again,” he says, lightly trailing the tip lower until it sits between her full breasts. “Name. What is it?”

“Mia,” she breathes out. The panic is evident on her face, and I know Cy is seconds away from busting in his pants.

“See, that wasn’t hard, was it, Mia?” he reprimands.

“No.” Her body visibly shakes, exactly what Cy wanted.

“It’s clear you don’t like being scared,” he begins. “But the problem is, I love scaring. It makes me harder than you could imagine, Mia.” The look on her face goes from terror to something that almost looks like lust.

I watch as Cy leans in, cupping the back of her head and pulling her closer to him, whispering in her ear. Mia’s eyes grow wide as she meets mine over his shoulder. A menacing smile takes over my face before I light a cigarette, ready to see where tonight is going to go.

Mia

I went from terrified to turned on in a matter of seconds.

The man with the wolf mask has my head cradled in the palm of his hand as he leans down, whispering something only I can hear.

“Are you ready to be scared?” he asks. His breath hits my ear, and I instantly feel warm, even as the cold breeze blows in all directions.

My eyes meet Kian’s through his mask as he stands behind the other man, and I shiver as he brings the cigarette to his lips. The smoke leaves his mouth a few seconds later, and for whatever reason, I want him to be just as close as the wolf.

“What’s your name?” It’s my turn to ask as I barely manage to get the question out without stuttering.

“Cyrus, but you can call me Cy,” he says, standing to his full height and pulling me up with him.

When I don’t say anything, Cyrus begins talking again.

“It was Kian's idea to grab you. You haven't left his mind since he saw you back at the bathrooms,” he says, twirling a piece of hair that had fallen out of my pony around his finger.

The humor in his voice is evident as he circles and stops behind me. His hands move the rest of my hair away from my neck before I feel soft lips pressing there instead. Moving my head to the side, I give him more access. I’m not sure why, but the moment I felt his hands on me, all the fear before vanishes, replaced with need. They aren’t scaring me, even with the masks and fake blood covering them.

They are making me feel desperate instead.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“This is your time to bow out, little crow. If you don’t want this, you need to tell me now.”

Do I want this? I’m not sure, but the longer Cyrus presses kisses to my neck, the longer I don’t care what he does, just as long as it doesn’t stop. My eyes fall closed at some point, only opening when Cyrus grips my throat from behind.

That’s when I notice Kian right in front of me. It’s hard to read their expressions with the masks covering half their faces, but what I can see makes me rub my thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed as Kian's eyes drop to them, a wicked smirk plastered on his face.

Before my brain can process anything else, the words leave my mouth.

“I don’t want out.”