Epilogue
Amber
I know it's a game.
But that doesn't stop my heart from slamming in my chest like it's trying to escape and make its own break for it.
It also doesn't stop the moisture from pooling between my thighs as I run, slightly disoriented by the strobing lights that cut through the fog. The music is so loud I can't think, which, I am sure, is precisely the point.
Cal is always working with me to turn my brain off, particularly during our more risky stunts. I'm grateful to have a husband who recognizes that some days my own worst enemy is my own brain.
Adrenaline pummels into me as I run, trying to put as much distance between us as I can before he comes for me.
But I don't run straight to the back of the warehouse. It's what he'll expect me to do.
No, I run through the second structure, find the point where it meets with the next, and run for it. I do that over and over again until I don't even know where I am or if I stand a chance at finding my way back.
Cal has assured me more than once that there's only one way out of this place, but my fear takes on an edge of panic as I start to consider that he won't be able to find me.
It's silly, of course. He'll always find me. Maybe not according to my timeline, but eventually, he comes for me.
"Little doll?" His voice fills the air as the music switches to something sultry that I don't immediately recognize.
I stifle my breaths as his voice grows nearer. I'm pressed into the shadows, in a corner that the strobing light didn't quite reach. When his feet come into view, I realize how close he is to me, but he doesn't make a move for me. My hand is over my own mouth, trying to stop any noise from slipping out of me, my chest tight with the anxiety of being so close.
And yet, he doesn't make a move for me. In fact, when he begins to back away, I realize he doesn't see me.
I close my eyes in relief as he backs away, his eyes scanning everything he can see. But he doesn't reach into the shadows to try and snatch me. He just takes it for granted that I'm running instead of hiding.
When the strobing lights let me see him moving to the next room, I creep through the room and run back the other way, trying not to giggle as the madness of this game bursts through me.
I'm not entirely successful.
Something like a snort slips out of me, and Cal turns, sharp. I run faster, trying to put space between us again. But it's no use.
He's fast. Strong. Determined.
He catches my dress in his fist and yanks me back toward him with ease as I fight for my freedom, trying to twist out of his grip. It's useless, because his warm breath hits my neck and I melt against him, the need to run suppressed by my need to submit.
"There's my little doll." He growls, pressing a rough kiss against the side of my neck.
I fucking whimper, like a desperate little whore. I whimper, because the reminder that I'm his is what keeps me grounded and reminds me I'm safe. But that voice? Fuck. It's guttural, the kind that sends chills straight to your pussy.
He pushes me against the wall and spins me so that the tip of his blade rests between my breasts, his hand on my neck offering no real pressure yet.
"Let's see what's behind this pretty little facade." He taunts, notching the knife against the fabric of my dress, pulling it away from me so that there's no risk of injury. That doesn't stop my breath from coming in giant gasps, heaving as I try to contain my monumental desire.
"Mmm." He purrs as the fabric shreds, falling away so that my nipples harden in the chilly air. "No bra?" He continues to cut until my dress is in two pieces, held up only by my shoulders, for all the good it does. The only thing it covers is my ass.
"No panties?" He tssks his tongue. "I love that my wife is always ready for me. Is your pussy ready for me, too, little doll?"
Well, if it wasn't, it is now.
I'm choking on my need for him.
"Yes." I manage.
"Good." He flips the knife, smirking when my eyes widen in alarm at the half second before he caught the blade in his fist. He trails the handle between my breasts, down my navel, and over my pussy.
