She nods fervidly, and I smirk at how fucking eager she is. But then she darts her tongue out and swipes it against my thumb, causing me to nearly fucking lose it.
“Now,” I growl and she turns, heading straight for the haunted house.
25
OLIVIA
“It’s all for you.” — Young Nanny, The Omen (1976)
Ihave no clue what I’m doing. No clue what I just started with Trace. He looked primal back there, damn near predatory. But my god, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in my life. Earth shattering, to say the least. I didn’t know what to expect from him when I started to run, I had only hoped that he would chase me. I hoped that he understood what I wanted. What I craved.
I run up to the back door of the abandoned house; the windows are all boarded up, the air is sinister and grim but I slip through the exit curtains anyway, entering the attraction. As soon as I’m in, I’m greeted with absolute darkness so I pull out my phone to use the flashlight as an assist, making sure it’s on the lowest setting so not to be seen. I know he won't be far behind.
I can’t lie, it did somewhat terrify me hearing what he admitted to doing to Broden. But more than anything, curiosity drew from me. He said he wanted answers and I wonder what it is exactly he’s looking for. Maybe I was right and he really is uphere for more than just his little gruesome, yet exhilarating, game with me. Maybe we’re both looking for the same answers after all this time. I’m hoping that after this, after I show him a little trust and after I let him get whatever he needs to get out of his system, that he’ll finally tell me. That we can finally let each other in just a little bit.
I navigate the restrictions of the set up inside the house, wishing the lights were on to make it easier. He told me to hide and I have no idea where I’m going. I reach my hand out, letting the dim light of my phone illuminate the path, seeing that I’m surrounded by nothing but black walls with what looks like peeling wallpaper covered with spider webs, both real and fake. I shiver, swiping my way through the thin webs, looking for the way out. Or in.
I turn a corner and I can make out a few chairs, but even the light from my flashlight can’t cut through the horrifying blackness I’m shrouded in. I take one careful step in front of the other and then suddenly, a whirring sound echoes around me causing me to jump. The lights kick on as well as the sounds to all of the animatronics and whatever background noise filters through the speakers. The room I’m standing in illuminates with flickering strobes of red light and as I turn around to get a better idea of my surroundings, my heart lurches. I’m greeted by a giant clown, replicating that of Pennywise. I’ve always hated clowns and this one in particular is not one I intend to get friendly with. I can hardly say no to scary movies but that’s just because I love the adrenaline rush. I love being scared. Certain things really scare the shit out of me though; this mother fucker is one of them.
I make a swift exit out the opposite end of the room, apprehensive and trying my best not to get spooked by the fake decorations. I navigate through a couple more of the staged rooms for a few minutes, spotting fake dummies, lots of fake blood and some holes in the wall intended for jump scares. I keep my eyes open and my flashlight still on even though the lighting is much better. I’ve never felt as terrified as I do in this moment. I just have to find somewhere to hide. But then what? What is he going to do when he catches me? He has to know this place will be flooded with people soon and his threat—or promise—to give me a few more orgasms won’t be so achievable. But I can’t deny it, I’m aroused. My adrenaline is pumping, my heart is racing, my pussy throbs. I wanted to accept the challenge. I want him to succeed however that may be.
I've waited too fucking long for him to finally give me what I want, that I don't even care about anything else right now. I need this or else I think I might scream. I need this to help me clear my head.
I turn a corner, holding my hand out to push back the floating chains that hang from the ceiling, and suddenly, I hear a scream accompanied by what sounds like the rev of a chainsaw. I don’t have time to discern whether or not it’s from the background noise or if it’s real but I know I should act fast. I dip behind an opening in the wall, realizing that it’s a short cut from one end of the house to the other. The fit is tight, the walls are narrow, so I hold my breath as I make my way through and when I reach the other side, I exhale.
“Olivia.” Trace's voice echoes around the room. The sound is so menacing, so chilling, that it causes me to yelp. I realize he’s on the intercomand I know I don’t have much time before he finds me. Suddenly, the house buzzes with the theme song from The Purge and I won’t lie, I grin. That’s one of my favorites, of course he would know that. But it gives me the fucking creeps.
I walk through another room only to realize it’s full of mirrors. I put my phone away, turning off the flashlight before I enter the maze. I carefully walk through, keeping my hands out to each side of me so I can navigate the turns easier. My reflection appears all around me, taking up space in all of the mirrors as red and blue lights flicker from the ceiling and bounce off the glass surface. I’m not sure which mirror I'm truly looking at to be honest and when I think about it, being tucked away in this mirror maze is probably not the best hiding spot.
I feel something fleeting bush across my legs, looking down I see that my sweater seemed to have gotten caught on something and that's when I realize that one of my rings snagged a loose thread. I decide to pull them off before trying to snap the loose thread, but as my elbow rears back from the impact, I hit the mirror behind me and my rings fall out of my hands.
I can hear them clinking on the ground, but as I look down to find them, they're nowhere to be found. "Shit," I hiss, realizing that in here, I'm going to have to deem them as a loss. Something about that idea makes my heart shutter with a little ounce of grief. Those stupid little rings mean so much to me, but as I give the area another gaze, I come up short. And so does my time because the sound of screams and laughter greet me, signaling that the haunted house is now in full swing.
I push myself up against one of the mirrors, hoping that no one sees me but that’s when my dumb ass realizes that I’m quite literally surrounded by the one object that could get me seen. I don’t know what I was thinking, but it’s too late to turn back now.
I pull out my phone, curious to see how long this will play out. And right as my screen lights up from the display, a text pops up.
i thought i told u to hide baby
I am hiding. You’re taking too long.
Obviously, I'm not doing a great job at his task, more so just lollygagging around while I try to go undetected. I jump when I realize that a group of girls have entered the maze their reflections start to bounce from one mirror to the other as they laugh and yelp. I turn around, hoping that if they end up seeing me, they'll catch the reflection of my back and move on. And as they chuckle, running into mirrors and putting their hands out in front of them as guidance, that’s exactly what they do. But I hear more voices approaching and I grow nervous. I might need to get out of here.
Hurry up and find me before someone else does.
And not even a second later, I’m being yanked by my hair. The pain causes my vision to blur as I let out a scream. I don’t know who’s behind me but then I hearthe unmistakable grumble of Trace’s voice as he lets out a chuckle.
He lets go of my hair and when I turn to face him, I see that his mask is on, but I slap him anyway.
“What the fuck was that for?” I shout, not even caring to lower my voice as I’m sure no one can hear me over the rest of the noise.
Trace tilts his head. “The mirror maze, Olivia. Really? You’re so fucking predictable.”
I turn to look around, wondering where he grabbed from, and that’s when I see that we’re still in the mirror maze, we’re just on the other side.
“Two-way mirrors,” I whisper as I let my hands slide over the surface, looking through and watching as groups start filtering through the maze.
Trace comes up from behind me, lowering his masked face to my ear. “That’s right, Livie. So we can see them but they can’t see us.”
