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I ’m not sure how much time passes before the door creaks open again, and Fintan appears in the doorway.

“You ready to play?” he growls in a low tone.

He approaches me and undoes the ropes binding my arms and legs.

I try to stand up, but my limbs are stiff and sore from being tied up on the cold floor for so long.

Kieran steps through the open door and leans against the wall, waiting for my reaction.

“Let me explain how our game will work,” Fintan purrs as he gathers the rope and starts rolling it up with precision.

“We will let you go—if you’re good, we’ll even give you a head start.

You’ll run and see if you can escape; a key to the main door is hidden somewhere on the first floor.

But if we catch you, you will submit. Willing or not. ”

My eyes widen as I stare at the two masked men who seem so fucking calm and unphased while I am about to have a full-on panic attack. “Cat got your tongue, little dove?” Fintan chuckles. I flash him a terrified stare and stumble as I get to my feet.

Fuck, how am I supposed to run when I can barely stand?

Fintan and Kieran circle me like two hungry predators, their eyes gleaming excitedly. “Don’t worry. We’ll go slow...at first,” Kieran growls. “But if you make it too easy for us, we’ll have to make it more interesting, won’t we?” he adds, his voice laced with malice.

I swallow hard, trying to muster up some courage.

Their eyes are on me, assessing every move I make.

“Where is the key?” I ask while shyly batting my lashes, my voice coming out as a mere whisper in an attempt to gain some pity in this fucking terrifying situation.

Fintan laughs, tossing the rolled-up rope aside.

“Nice try, little dove. You’ll have to play the fucking game and find it yourself.

” He steps closer to me, his hand reaching out to stroke my cheek.

I flinch at his touch, but he only chuckles.

“We’re not going to let you win our fun little game.

The clock is ticking, doll. You better start running,“ he says, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me towards the basement door.

“Run, baby. Run!” Kieran growls as I stumble past him toward the dark hallway. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves and focus on the task at hand.

I must find that key.

As I run down the hallway, I try every door, drawer, nook, and cranny I can find. Nothing. The key is nowhere to be seen.

This place is fucking huge!

Panic starts to seep in as if icing my bones from the inside, and I can feel my heart racing in my chest.

What if I don’t find it? What if I find it, but they catch me before I get to the door?

I turn a corner and see a glimmer of metal caught in the crack between the wall and a door. I rush over, heart pounding rapidly, and pry the key out with shaking fingers. I hear footsteps closing in on me as I turn to run to the main entrance.

This doesn’t feel like a game anymore. There is no longer a doubt in my mind that I am in real danger.

“Gotcha,” Kieran says, probably smirking beneath his mask as he grabs my wrist in a tight grip. I yelp as he squeezes my arm, his knuckles turning white as he yanks me down to my knees. Fintan arrives at my other side, a dark and disappointed look in his eyes.

I hold up the key with my free hand, hoping it might buy me some mercy. But they only laugh.

“Oh, sweet, na?ve little dove,” Kieran tsks.

“You didn’t make it outside, even with the head start we so kindly gave you… You made it too easy for us,“ Fintan adds, winking before he grabs the key and dangles it before me mockingly. “Now, we’re going to have some fun.”

Before I can react, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. “No! Please, please, put me down! Let me go! Fuck, I-I promise I won’t tell anyone if you let me leave!” I scream and struggle as he carries me out of the dim hallway and up a flight of stairs.

“I think not, baby. You lost the game. Now the real fun can begin. Why don’t you be a good girl and shut the fuck up, or I will give you a new meaning to sore loser !

Your pitiful screams and cries for help won’t stop us; we’ll just be more determined to break you,“ he growls, his heated voice ghosting over my thigh as it brushes against his mask.

We end up in a room resembling a psychopath’s red room. A large bed dominates the center of the room, and various toys, weapons, and restraints litter the walls and furniture.

Oh my god.

“Now, little dove,” Fintan says, “Let’s see if you can handle what we have in store for you.” He puts me down and steps closer.

I stumble back, colliding with Kieran’s chest. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me in place. “Nowhere to run now, baby,” he whispers into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I try to pull away, but his grip tightens, and I feel his hardness pressing against my ass. Fintan moves to stand before me, forcing my attention back on him as his fingers trail down my cheek.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re scared,” he murmurs, his voice laced with desire. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when you’re begging and screaming for mercy.” I swallow hard, my mind racing with fear and arousal.

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

Kieran’s mask-covered lips brush against my neck, and I feel his smirk.

“We’ll make you submit,” he says, his hands roaming over my body.

“Just remember, you’re playing by our rules now, and you will do as you’re told.

” I bite my trembling lip, unsure what will happen and knowing I have no choices in this sick game.

“We fucking love the hunt, and you got caught so easily… Perhaps another chance for the scared little dove?“ With a frantic nod, I signal my agreement, and Fintan steps back, gesturing for me to run for it.

I take off like a bat out of hell, my heart pounding harder than ever. I hear their heavy footfalls behind me, but I don’t look back. I can’t.

I keep running, searching for any sign of escape.

Fintan took the fucking key I found…

Turning a corner, I spot a black door with a key in the lock. I bolt towards it, my fingers closing around the key just as I hear them closing in again.

I fumble with the key, my hands shaking from fear and adrenaline.

Oh shit. No, no, no! The fucking key is stuck! Fuuuck! I need to get away before they catch me! God, my fight or flight instincts are feeling crossed… Do I want to escape, or am I hoping they catch me, just to see what’ll happen? What will they do to me? What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I can sense them on my heels, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

I give up on unlocking the black door and sprint down the hallway as they continue to give chase—their laughter filling the air.

They love this game of cat and mouse, and I can’t help but feel a little thrill as they close in on me.

My heart is threatening to burst from my chest as I try to outrun them, but it isn’t long before Fintan appears around the dark corner before me and catches me off guard.

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his arms. He chuckles darkly as he looks down at me, his grip tightening around me like a vice.

“That was much better. You almost got away,” he says darkly. “Too bad we still caught you.”

Kieran appears, trapping me between them both. I can feel their desire pressing against my skin as they stare at me with hungry eyes.

They won’t take no for an answer this time. They have no mercy to offer…

Fintan walks me back to the room and drops me to my feet once we are inside.

They both stare at me with a mix of lust and hunger. I can’t help but feel panicked and aroused by their stares, but I know I’m in over my head.

Kieran moves in closer, his hot breath grazing my neck through the mask. His hands trail down my body as Fintan shuts the door behind us. The loud click of the lock echoes in the space, sending my senses into overdrive.

I am trapped between them again, and my mind reels at the conflicting emotions rushing through me. I should be protesting, though I can’t help but succumb to their touch.

This is what I fantasized about but also not…

Kieran’s eyes search mine for a sign of resistance, but I can only offer him a blank stare as I try to sort through my thoughts.

I must look like a deer in headlights.

With a satisfied glimmer in his eyes, he takes my hand and leads me further into the room.

I know that it is too late to turn back now.

It’s too late to run.