Ifell on the floor. I scurried back, horrified. It wasn't Milton under the mask, it was Callahan.
"Daddy?"
"Eleanor," he hedged. His ash brown hair stuck to his face from the dampness in the mask. His hazel eyes were wide with fear. "Let me explain."
I snatched up my discarded clothing. There was no time for my bra or panties. I pulled on my blouse and shot out of the tram car and across the platform.
"You monster!" I screamed as I rushed down the stairs. He wasn't the man I thought he was. The one I'd spent last night with.
"Eleanor!" he called out, but I moved faster. Fluids ran down my thighs as I fled, but I didn't have time to spare. I had to run.
The stairs were metal and I didn't have shoes. They poked me as I went down them, but the moment I stepped onto the dirt, I touched glass and fell forward with a sharp cry.
I pulled myself back up and squinted as I brought my foot out into the moonlight. The glass was large and only one piece, thankfully, so I dug it out just as he was rounding the last bitof the stairs. We made eye contact and I jumped to my feet, running again.
I couldn't believe I'd put him in my mouth! I'd... enjoyed it and then we... he...
I ran through the old, run-down amusement park, past all the rides and games that had given me and my friends such joy just weeks ago. Now everything was terrifying in the darkness.
No wonder he tasted and smelled so clean. Callahan hadn't been out here for weeks. But if he hadn't been Milton, then what had happened to the boy I thought I was going to meet tonight? It was his handwriting on the letter I'd received. Had my Daddy killed him?
Horror gripped me as I tripped over my feet, causing him to slowly gain on me. I fell completely on my face near the Cyclone roller coaster, and when I got back up and turned to look for him, he was gone. Fear slid up my spine. Not knowing where he was terrified me even more.
I searched for somewhere to hide and saw a dark cavern with a sign that said “Tunnel of love”. I ran to it, comforted by the darkness that would shield me from his view. I ducked behind a pillar and looked out. A moment later, he passed by, his head whipping around in search of me.
How was he not wearing a gas mask?
I watched him in fascination. He breathed normally. No disgusting boils or rashes were appearing on his exposed skin. He looked just fine. He turned, and I ducked but it was too late. He grabbed me from my spot.
"Weren't you taught not to run from your Daddy?" He growled. "You're just one bad thing after another, aren't you, Eleanor? Not respecting me, sneaking out, having sex." My body pulsed with an unusual desire at the tone in his voice. "I'm going to have to punish you again."
"Haven't you done enough?" I sniffled. My backside flinched. I shook my head. I should have known.
He shook his head. "We've barely gotten started. Tell me, how should I teach you how to behave? I don't know if a spanking would work this time. I think you need something more."
My body shook with fear as I stared into his intense eyes. He leaned forward and there was a clicking sound before the lights came on inside the ride. I looked past him and saw a large, swan boat floating in water a small distance away. He grinned.
"Let's go for a ride."
He tossed me over his shoulder and plopped me into the boat. He then worked the machine control box and the ride whirred to life. He leapt into the boat and I found myself trapped with him. His hand went between my legs, pushing my skirt up and exposing myself to him. Blood was still on my thighs, the evidence of my stolen virginity.
"That was your first time being penetrated," he said. "But not your first time being touched."
I sniffled and nodded. "It wasn't supposed to be that way."
"How so?" His fingers probed my folds, sliding inside them. I closed my eyes as he began to finger me, lazily swirling small circles around my sensitive bud. "Did you not like it last night?"
"It was supposed to be with Milton," I whined, pushing him away. He laughed dryly.
“Really, is that why you were trying to break up with him?”
“You’re a bastard. We were supposed to be each other’s firsts.”
He roared with laughter. “You were not his first.”
“What? No. We were both virgins."
"Milton was absolutely not," he snickered. His finger slid into my entrance, and I winced. He leaned over, his warm breathheating my neck. “It’s better off this way. Milton wouldn’t be able to make you come, but I sure as fuck can."
