Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I run.
A large part of the prey group cuts to the right, so I go left. I don’t have a good map of what this massive house is like inside. I have a vague idea of finding somewhere to hide, but for now I’m running on pure instinct. On and on and on, cutting through the shadowy halls in search of a good destination.
How long has it been? I have no idea. I’m reasonably fit because my parents insist I be capable of protecting myself, which means weekly training sessions in a variety of self-defense techniques and general fitness, but my breath sears my lungs with each inhale and exhale. The halls seem to expand and contract in the same rhythm.
In the distance, a series of calls go up, some taunting, some almost animalistic. The predators are on the move.
I need to get out of the halls. They’re too open.
I veer around a corner, and then another, picking the directions at random. When this started, I had a vague thought of being strategic, but there’s no space for that in my head right now. I can’t hide. I have to keep moving.
The next corner takes me up a set of stairs. There are more sounds now. Screams and cries of victory. The predators are finding the first wave of prey. I pick up my pace . . . only to stop short when I reach the top of the stairs. There’s a short hallway that ends in an intricately carved glass door. The door is cracked open, a clear invitation. And where it leads . . .
A conservatory, but not like one I’ve seen before, at least not in private residences. I step through the door and look around. It’s massive in here. A tile path leads deeper into what feels like a forest, the plants and trees pressing in on the path. It’s the strangest combination of wild and restrained, of nature and civilization.
I love it.
“I saw someone come up this way.”
The deep voice startles me out of my reverie. I bolt, rushing down the narrow path and deeper into the conservatory. It’s a mistake.
The voice calls out again. “We’ve got one!”
“Now we’re talking,” says another.
Footsteps pursue me, closer and closer. I’m running full out now, pumping my arms, my breath sawing through my lungs, my feet pounding the tile floor. This may be a game, but my body doesn’t know that. I’m not even sure my brain does. Adrenaline and fear create a toxic mix inside me, driving me faster yet.
Not fast enough.
Rough hands grab me around the waist, and then I’m lifted off my feet and tossed into another set of arms. I fight on instinct, striking wild punches until the person holding me catches my arms and pins them at my sides.
The one who caught me laughs breathlessly. “Look at that collar. It’s Wolf’s girl.”
“Lucky us,” pants the one holding me. “She’s a fighter.”
“Good.”
They bear me down to the tile floor, faster than I can react. They’re bigger than me. Stronger. I’m fighting and cursing and wetter than I’ve ever been. Especially when one wrenches my thighs wide and settles between them.
The one between my legs palms my pussy and presses his fingers to my ass. He laughs wickedly when I jolt. “Oh yeah, little one. I’ve caught you, and now I’m going to fuck this ass.”
Suddenly this isn’t as fun anymore. I fight harder, but it’s like fighting gravity. It takes my panicked brain longer than I want to admit to realize that this is a game and that there are rules. “Yellow!”
They pause. The guy holding my arms grips my chin lightly. “What part, honey?” His voice is suddenly kind, all the harshness drained away.
The change startles me into answering honestly. “Not anal. That’s only for him.”
“Do you have a problem with us fucking you otherwise?” He pauses, his eyes roving over my face. “With us coming on you?”
“No,” I manage. “I want it.” For the experience, yes, but also for what will come after when Casimir finds me.
“Okay.” He releases me and sits back on his heels. “Let her up, Jason.”
Jason obeys immediately. I scoot away from them, my confusion making me move slowly. I clear my throat. “Um. What happens now?”
The older guy, the one who was so kind for a moment, grins, his teeth a flash in the shadows. “Run, little one. You have a chance to escape, but if we catch you a second time, we’re both going to fuck that pretty pussy.” He pulls two condoms out of his pocket and tosses one to Jason. “You have until we get these on to try to escape.”
Oh. Oh. A continuation of the game, getting us back to the place where we’re immersed in the chase, now with the established boundary. It makes me dizzy, and I struggle to my feet and run again. But not very fast. And not very far.