I was starting to understand why horror movies always had that one character who just quietly accepted the situation and tried not to think too hard about it.
Because the alternative was panicking.
And panicking, I was learning very quickly, did absolutely nothing when you were trapped inside a modern glass mansion in the woods with a bunch of psychos. And yes—Dori absolutely counted as one of them.
I spared a hurried glance at the two men covered in knives with paper donkey tails attached to them. Sorry—smallknives, as Ronan had said.
I don’t know. Personally, knives are knives. But hey, maybe that’s just me.
It made me feel better that the dudes were apparently awful people, but only slightly, because who are we to act as judge,jury, and executioner? On one hand, the guys had done horrible things, probably ruining the lives of their victims. But on the other hand, they still had families; they still were human beings.
What if Jeremiah feeds a stray dog every night on the way home from work? And then he’s just gone, and the dog is sad.
Okay, I think I’m losing the point—
“You okay?” Dori checked in quietly, standing behind my chair with his hands resting on the back of it.
“Yeah…”
“Hey, look,” he started, leaning over the back of the chair to be closer. “I’m sorry if I was too aggressive earlier.”
I snorted. “No, I get it. You were trying to impress the cool kids.”
Dori’s lip quirked up. “Shut up. Maybe I just knew you needed to choke on my cock right then.”
“Ugh,” I groaned. “I can’t believe they heard us.”
Dori nuzzled against the side of my head, then purred, “I say we should get a room while everyone else is playing the next game.”
I felt my face start to get hot. “Won’t somebody notice?”
“No way. They’ll be too busy chasing their prey. We’ll go to one of the guest rooms, lock the door, and if anybody does try to get in, I’ll just tell them we’re busy, and they’ll move along.”
I shifted in my seat. “I guess…”
Dori whispered, “Come on, angel. Let me make it up to you for earlier. I know you love my new tongue piercing.”
Swallowing thickly, I tried to discreetly readjust my now erect dick in my jeans. I did love his new tongue piercing. Like,a lot.
“Okay,” I agreed. “But I want a room with a bed.”
A sultry smile spread across Dorian’s face. “‘Course, babe.”
Across the room, Ronan stood, gathering everyone’s attention. “So, rules are simple,” he said. “Our two lovely guests—” Jeremiah made a strangled sound. “—will be given a five-minute head start. And, because I’m feeling fun, if they manage to evade us for forty-five minutes, they’ll be let go.”
I inhaled slowly. Somehow, I knew there was no way that either of these men could survive that long in this house.
Ronan was just toying with them by dangling freedom right out of reach.
Jeremiah and Mills were dragged forward and shoved against each other in the center of the room. The twins cut through the duct tape on their wrists and ripped it from their mouths.
Jeremiah gasped like someone who’d been drowning. “P-please,” he choked. “Please just let us—”
Hudson covered his mouth again. “Inside voices,” he hissed.
Mills stayed silent, the possibility of survival at the forefront of his mind. Jeremiah just blubbered. I wasn’t sure which was smarter. Jeremiah seemed to understand that there was no way in hell he’d end up escaping, and was already grieving his death. Mills was forcing himself to stay calm, ready to fight for that chance for freedom. It looked like he believed he had a true shot at outlasting all of us.
Drowning yourself in sadness and basically giving up?
