He calmly tosses the burning rose at my feet and the sudden burst of heat forces me to jump back. I gaze down through misty lenses as the petals gradually disintegrate against the damp concrete, casting long twisted patterns of smoke that seem to reach out to me like ghostly fingers.
Once I have snapped out of my horrified trance, I peer up at him, tears falling down my cold cheeks and I scream.
“You have no right to stay silent! Fucking answer me! What do you want?”
“You!”
I am startled by the sudden deep voice from behind me and swiftly turn around to find another masked man standing there, but his has a large creepy grin painted across it. I stare at him, wide-eyed and trembling with fear as he casually kneels andretrieves a black rose from somewhere within his dark clothing, but instead of lighting the bud, he simply tosses it to my feet, in the same eerie manner.Holy fucking shit. There are two of them?
After staring down at both roses at my feet, I find myself standing helplessly between my two stalkers. I am paralyzed by fear until they suddenly stand and advance toward me. A surge of adrenaline sweeps over me, and without a second thought, I turn, darting into the woods, desperate to flee and escape them. As soon as I enter, I hear them shout and chuckle menacingly behind me.
“Fly little birdy!”
“Tweet, Tweet!”
I run as fast as I can in my heels, dodging trees, and branches as I go, but as soon as I notice they are slowing me down, I kick them off before proceeding on my bare feet. They are torn to shreds beneath the rough, rocky ground, but as I get deeper into the darkness, fear claws at my insides, urging me to keep putting as much distance between myself and them as possible. When I take a quick glance over my shoulder to see if they are close by, I suddenly trip over a thick branch and tumble into the soggy mud.
Pain shoots through me as I land with a hard thud, my face and hands sinking into the damp earth beneath me. Their gaining evil laughter taunts me, echoing around the vast space, but it prompts me to get back on my shaky legs once more, attempting to ignore the obvious ache in my thigh. I push forward, determined to get away from them, though each step feels heavier than the last and my body begins to deceive me and slow down.
I come to a sudden halt as soon as warm liquid drips down onto my cold face from above and with confusion, I raise my trembling hand to swipe away the strongly scented metallic substance. I stare down at it curiously as it clings to my fingertips, but since it is too dark, I can’t seem to see what it is, so I shift my gaze upward.
Horror grips me as soon as I notice a pair of dangling feet from the tree above and I take unsteady steps back in shock until I realize it's Justin and his lifeless body hanging by his neck with his shirt torn open, revealing a brutal sight of the word 'OURS' carved into his bloodied chest.
I release a high-pitched scream, the sound reverberating throughout the forest, my entire body vibrating with fear. A panic attack grips me, making my head spin as if I might pass out, but I know I must keep moving and just as I am about to run again, a sudden dark presence from behind freezes me in place. Before I can even react, a hand clamps tightly over my mouth and nose, the cloth it holds is drenched with a toxic liquid, suffocating me with its fumes. As I struggle against his strong hold, I can sense myself gradually drifting in and out of consciousness, and just before everything falls into darkness, I hear him whisper against my ear.
“Time for some temporary peace, our littleSwan.”
As I awaken, I find my head tilted back and my body swirling with disorientation. I try to lift my head, but it falls forward, and I groan as I realize my wrists are bound by metal overhead. After a moment of collecting myself, I furrow my brows in uncertainty and open my eyes, only to be met with total darkness. Panicbegins to rise within me as I struggle to make sense of my surroundings, my heart pounding in my chest.
As soon as I realize my eyes and nose are covered, panic surges through me, and I frantically try to free my wrists to remove the covering. But as I tug, I hear the unmistakable sound of chains rattling above me—I'm fucking shackled. My breath quickens as I hyperventilate, my tiptoes barely touching the cold, damp floor beneath me.
Suddenly, a gust of chilly air strikes my exposed flesh from behind, causing me to pause in shock. Realizing that I'm either naked or in my underwear only heightens my terror, and I start to thrash and struggle even harder, desperate to free my arms from their restraints.
“You’re staying here with us tonight, birdy.”
The unexpected whispering in my ear sends a shiver down my spine, and I tense up, coming to a sudden halt. His warm breath washes over my exposed flesh, sending a wave of unease through me. I feel the heat of his body behind me before the tip of a knife is slowly slid down the center of my body, causing my chest to heave with each breath.
As lips ghost over mine, another voice whispers, causing me to inhale sharply, my senses on high alert as fear courses through me.
“Our little swan is desperate to have her little cunt brutally savaged.”
As my lower lip trembles, I whisper back.
“What do you both want? Why are you doing this to me?”
When murmur from behind responds in my ear, I turn my head cautiously.
“We’re giving you exactly what you’re fucking desperate for.”
Suddenly, the one in front of me places the blade beneath the bust of my bra and with one swift motion, he slices through it. My breathing quickens, my chest rising and falling, while I feel him gently moving my bra away with the knife to expose each of my perky mounds.
Without warning his mouth clamps down on my nipple, tugging on it violently with his teeth and I toss my head back, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping me that echoes through the cold room. As he starts to lick the ridged tip, I feel the other move around me and before I know it, he is savaging the other. I don’t know why, but I don’t tell them to stop, I simply accept it.
I feel the blade dragging down my centre, but the sensation of them savaging my tits makes me blind to the fact that he is edging toward my core. When he gets to the waistband of my panties, one de-latches from my nipple and cuts through each string of my panties before crouching down in front of me. He clutches the fabric before ripping it violently away from my pussy, and everything goes still.
All I can hear is my own rapid breathing, but I can feel his greedy eyes all over my exposed area until the other releases my nipple and kneels down to join him. As he softly drags the handle of the blade down the slit of my pussy, he growls a whisper.
“Look how fucking pretty that pussy is.”
