Gripping her hair at the root, I pull her back until she’s a bow string ready to shoot. Her pussy clenches, wrapping around my shaft like a stage five clinger.
More… we need more.
The beast inside awakens, and I lose sense of space and time until I roar out my orgasm, nutting inside her because a dead bitch can’t carry a baby, so why miss an opportunity to shoot ropes of cum into her greedy pussy.
“What the fuck?” is all I hear before I’m shoved. My dick slips from inside her, and my bare naked ass hits the cold, wet grass. “You killed her, asshole.”
Reality slowly filters back in, my blurred vision focusing. “Killed who?” I inquire, standing and fixing my clothes.
“Damn, what a way to go,” Fredrick whistles.
Shoving him out of the way, I see the girl I was just balls deep in has been impaled by a jagged piece of wood straight through her throat.
“Well, shit,” I blurt, rubbing the back of my neck. “I guess a pile of firewood isn’t the best place to fuck.”
Fredrick bursts into laughter. “I find it quite an interesting way to do it. It’ll definitely go on my list.”
“Knowing your crazy ass, you’d light the person on fire as you fuck them, come, and then watch them burn like candle wick,” I snort.
Glimmer sparks in Fredrick’s manic gray eyes.
“Now, why the hell would you give him that idea?” Jackson sighs.
“You’re acting like that’s the craziest idea he’s ever had,” I retort.
Jackson mutters something under his breath about sick twisted fucks when Mikah barks, “Enough goofing off. We’re already off schedule.” Then he points to me. “You only get one more kill, so you’d better make the most of it.”
“Yes, Dad,” I mock.
Sharp, angry blue eyes narrow in my direction. “Don’t fucking call me that!”
Shit, I hit an invisible trip line.
Holding my hands up, palms out, I say, “I’m sorry, man. I messed up.”
“Get these whores ready to go. We start the hunt in ten minutes,” Mikah orders before turning around and storming off without so much as a backward glance.
“Strike two,” Fredrick snickers, holding up two fingers. Then, he jogs off to catch up to wherever Mikah disappeared to.
Jackson shakes his head. “Here.” He hands me my mask that must have fallen off during my deadly dickdown, shooing the other girls toward the back of the barn.
“You screwed up, you idiot,” I mutter to myself, waiting a few beats to regroup before I join Jackson.
By the time I reach him, he’s giving out instructions. “The rules aresimple, and if you want to make it out of this alive and with all your limbs, you’ll follow them.”
Lie #1.
• “Rule #1: You get a ten-minute head start. When the horn blares, run your fine asses as fast as your legs can carry you.
• “Rule #2: If you make it until dawn, you’re free to go.”
Lie #2.
• “Rule #3: If you make it off the property, you’re free to go.”
Lie #3.
No one but us makes it off this farm alive.If you’re brought here, you die here.
