14. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Hydessa

W ould it be childish to scream and stomp my foot? The thought crosses my mind, but I push it aside. I turn in circles, trying to determine which direction to go, but the oppressive darkness offers no answers. I thought I was headed the right way, only to realize I passed by the same fallen tree twice already.

Then, it hits me—my phone.

How did I allow the fear and adrenaline to cloud my mind so much that I hadn't even thought about it? It's moments like this when Seanna would shake her head at me, and I would deserve it too.

I pull it out, the screen lighting up the immediate area, and I quickly switch on the flashlight. The beam pierces the darkness, revealing the tall, looming trees surrounding me.

I try to backtrack my steps and look for the glove that was taken off when one of the assholes decided to touch me without permission. It's nowhere to be seen on the thick forest floor.

I let out a frustrated huff, my breath visible in the cool night air. Turning my attention to the trees, I try to determine the direction of the house.

Taking a deep breath to steady my racing thoughts, I try to move forward.. "Alright, Hydessa," I whisper to myself. "You've got this."

Using the flashlight, I carefully make my way through the forest, keeping an eye out for any signs of a path or familiar landmarks. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sets my nerves on edge, but I keep going, determined to find my way back.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally spot the edge of the trees and the back of my rental house. Relief floods through me and I quicken my pace, eager to leave the oppressive darkness behind. Ready to leave the memory of everything that just happened behind.

My hands shake as I unlock the door, constantly looking over my shoulder. They could have followed me and pushed their way into the house. They seemed to want so much more than what they got tonight.

But there is no sign of them as I rush inside, slamming the door at my back, taking a moment to catch my breath.

I pull the mask from my face, tossing it onto the dining table and pulling my hood off my head. I feel like I've been left with more questions than answers from that encounter

I make my way upstairs to the bedroom, shedding my clothes the moment I get there. Each piece of clothing feels like a weight lifted off my shoulders, a small relief from the tension gripping my body.

By the time I turn on the shower, I almost feel like a different person. The water runs hot quickly, so I step inside. The steaming water cascades over me, washing away the grime and stress of the night. I close my eyes, letting the warmth seep into my muscles, and for a moment, I allow myself to just breathe.

However, my moment of peace is assaulted by the memories of the night. The encounter with the masked figures replays in my mind, their cryptic words echoing around in my head as if they were trying to tell me even more.

What did they mean by knowing more than I think? Do I simply have to take their word for it that they don't kill innocent people? And what were their plans involving me?

I scrub my skin vigorously, as if trying to erase the touch of the green-masked figure's hand on my throat. Their words, "We want you," reverberate in my mind, sending shivers down my spine despite the heat of the water.

How is it possible to feel so completely owned by one simple action and a few simple words?

I finish my shower and wrap myself in a towel, before moving back into the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed with a sigh, not knowing where to go from here. It's already early hours of the morning and I should be getting some sleep.

Cain and Abel? I scoff to myself. I really think tweedledee and tweedledum fit them so much better.

The more I think about it all, the more I begin to realize how my body responded to them. Their echoing voices whispering in my mind. My hand reaches up to touch my throat, I can still almost feel where Abel's hand wrapped around it and squeezed.

A surprising shiver of arousal runs through me at the memory as my fingers dance around my neck. I never imagined something like that would be such a turn on. The way he had controlled me, the power in his grip... it was intoxicating. I find myself replaying the scene over and over, each time feeling a mix of fear and… maybe even desire.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This is insane. I shouldn't be turned on by men who are clearly dangerous and unhinged. They are killers, they even freely admitted it tonight.

But then again, so am I… I just don't kill innocent people.

Standing, I try to force myself into action. Moving gets things accomplished, that's what I need to do now. I need to go to my office and make notes about everyone I saw tonight. Then I need to take specific notes of the masked mens stature.

I was close to them, too close. I wrapped my hand around Abel's bicep and felt the size, felt the muscles beneath his clothes. Not only that, but their height difference with me was clear. I know I can cross the women off the list for sure now, but are there any men I could cut too?

As I try to take note of it all, the sense of being surrounded by them makes me sit back on the bed. No matter how much I try to rationalize it, the feeling under my skin persists. The thrill of being caught in their game, the way they toyed with me. The dominance in their posture alone was intriguing, no matter how much I wanted to fight, my body seemed to want to obey them more. It all lingers in my mind, on my skin, making my pulse quicken.

I throw myself back onto the bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. How can I be so aroused and yet so terrified at the same time? I let out a groan, covering my face with my hands. I need to get a grip, to focus on the real issues at hand. These men are dangerous, and I need to find a way to stop them, not sit here thinking about how addicting it could feel to be the center of their attention.

But as I lie there, I swear I can still feel Abel's hand and Cain at my back. Their strong arms surrounding me, but never actually hurting me.

They know who I really am, so why would they leave me alive? They know I am going to find them.

Is that the whole point?

My fingers trail down my body as I losen the towel, allowing one to dance over my hardened nipple. It's so sensitive that when I pinch it even lightly a moan escapes me.

I have never in my life been able to get aroused this quickly. I hate that they caused this, they awoke something in me I didn't want to acknowledge yet. I don't even know how I am supposed to deal with this feeling.

But then, I do.

I stand up and turn off all the lights, leaving the moonlight streaming in through the window, bright enough to cast shadows. The soft, silvery glow gives the room an ethereal feel as I walk back to the bed and drop the towel, letting it fall to the floor.

No one has to know what I do in the dark, and maybe that's the best part.

Crawling into the middle of the bed, I lay on my back and spread my legs.

This might be a mistake, I already know I have trouble bringing myself to climax and don't often get there with partners either. I can't help but try though. After all the running around town I just did, I think my body deserves this. Plus, it's not like trying would make things any worse.

My fingers touch my throat again, bringing Abel's possessive grip to my mind. The memory of Cain stepping up behind me follows closely as I let my fingers trail down my body. I squeeze my breasts, taking my nipples between my fingers, pain flashing through me as I pinch and twist them. Heat and desire flood me behind it.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the memory. Cain's voice, dark and commanding, whispering in my ear, "We want you."

Abel's presence, menacing and magnetic, making my heart race. My fingers move lower, tracing the curves of my body, wishing it was the echoes of their touch.

I let my mind drift, imagining their hands on me instead. How I want them to touch me together, one of them teasing my breasts while the other does the same to my aching clit.

As my fingers move lower, I bite my lip to stifle a moan. The memory of the brief glimpse at their dominance, their control, fuels my arousal. I circle my clit slowly, teasing myself, letting the pleasure build. My breathing becomes ragged, the heat pooling in my core growing more intense with each passing second.

But as much as I try, as close as I get, my climax remains just out of reach. After a few more minutes, I growl in frustration and sink back against the bed, hitting the mattress with the same fisted hand I was trying to use to get myself off.

I scrub my hands against my face with a sigh, catching the scent of myself on my fingers. A strange noise catches my attention and I drop my hands. The room is suddenly lit by neon from the TV on the wall facing the bed, where two neon masks fill the screen. My mouth drops open in shock before I scramble to find something to cover myself with.

"Stop," comes an echoing command, and my body freezes. The room has surround sound making the voice come from everywhere, wrapping around me like an invisible grip I am equally terrified of as I am turned on. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and an undeniable thrill coursing through me.

How did they hack into my TV? How long have they been watching me? How the fuck did I not find this camera?

"Hydessa." Something in the modulated voice tells me it's Cain, smooth and commanding as it fills the room. "We told you your time ran out. From that moment on, there is no hiding from us."

My breath catches in my throat. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet the same intoxicating fear and desire that haunted me earlier, grips me again.

"We told you we would come for you," Abel's modulated voice joins, darker, more menacing. "From that moment on, you belonged to us ."

A shiver runs down my spine. I can almost feel his touch again, sending a jolt of arousal through me.

"Now, lay back," Cain's voice is softer now, almost coaxing. "Show us what belongs to us."

My eyes widen, a mix of fear and excitement flooding my senses. Shaking my head, I try to show them I won't do this. This is not me.

I shouldn't be listening to them, I should be fighting this even if there is something deep inside me that wants to obey them. My body feels frozen, caught between the desire to resist and the undeniable pull of their commands.

"Hydessa," Cain's voice continues. "We know you can hear us. There's no use fighting it now."

Abel's voice chimes in, low and chilling. "You belong to us. You felt it tonight, didn't you? The thrill of being ours."

Their words send another shiver down my spine. Despite my fear, a strange arousal pulses through me, mingling with the lingering frustration from not having an orgasm in months.

Is this what my body needs now? Crazy men who have threatened me and invaded my privacy but who command me to own my pleasure for them? Maybe I'm more fucked in the head than I realized.

"Lay back," Cain's voice is threatening now. "Show us."

The room feels surreal, bathed in the eerie glow of the neon masks flickering on the TV screen. Part of me wants to resist, to shut them out, but another part—buried deep within—craves their dominance, their control.

Slowly, almost against my will, I find myself sinking back onto the bed to obey. The moonlight and neon lights brighten up the room as I lie there, exposed and vulnerable. I hesitate for a moment, uncertainty clouding my mind, before slowly parting my legs.

The room feels charged with their presence, as their unseen eyes watch my every move. I close my eyes, giving in to the thrill of being seen like this, of being desired by these dangerous men. My fingers find their way lower, trailing down my body until they reach the soft warmth between my thighs.

"Spread yourself," Abel's voice cuts through the silence, gruff and unyielding. "Let us see everything."

My heart races, torn between the thrill of obedience and the terror of what I'm about to do. Slowly, I part my legs further, reaching down with my fingers to spread my pussy open.

"Good girl," Cain's voice whispers, smooth and approving. "That's it. Touch yourself for us. Show us how wet you are."

Goosebumps travel from my head to my toes over his praise. I get the feeling that not many people have been praised by this man, and I find myself wanting to earn more of it.

My fingers tremble slightly as I obey, sliding along my wet folds. I can almost feel their gaze on me like a physical touch. It's as if the room itself has become a stage for their desires, and I am now a willing participant in their twisted game.

A twisted game that might just bring me the thrill I have been craving for so long.

"More," Abel's voice commands, darker and more insistent. "Don't hold back. Give in to that darkness inside you."

His words send a thrill down my spine, igniting a primal need within me to please them. I slide my fingers lower, circling my entrance, teasing myself as Cain and Abel watch intently from wherever they are.

I tease myself, bringing my fingers back up to circle my clit slowly, the pleasure building with each stroke. The thought of them watching, of their dark desires mirroring my own, intensifies the sensations coursing through me.

"More," Abel growls, his deep voice making me yearn for his praise too. "Don't hold back. We want to see you come."

I arch my back, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions—desire, fear, and the forbidden thrill of submission. Cain's voice echoes in my mind, urging me on, coaxing me towards the edge of pleasure. I moan softly, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room.

My fingers move faster now, seeking that elusive release. I'm so close, teetering on the brink as the intensity builds with each passing moment.

Suddenly, Cain's voice breaks through the haze of my arousal, low and commanding. "Did you like the pain earlier, Hydessa? When you pinched your nipple? Do it again."

I hesitate, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions, but the desire to obey them and finally get my orgasm outweighs my reservations. I reach up, fingers finding my nipple again, and I pinch and twist it roughly.

"Harder," Abel barks, his voice like a whip cracking through the air.

Without thinking, I obey, my fingers twist almost violently and my other hand jerks against my clit. It's an overwhelming feeling, the pain heightening the pleasure, driving me closer to that elusive climax. I moan louder, the sound reverberating in the room, my whole body now trembling.

"That's it, come for us, little shadow," Cain commands. "Let go."

With a desperate cry, the tension inside me snaps and I surrender to the pleasure they demand. My body shakes as waves of ecstasy wash over me, lost in the moment of release that Cain and Abel managed to pull from me.

As I lie there, breathless and sated, the room gradually returns to silence. The neon masks on the TV flicker and then disappear. Conflicting emotions swirl within me—shame, desire, and an unsettling craving for… more.

They could still very well be watching me. I make it my mission to find the damn camera tomorrow, but for now I will let them think they have won something. And to an extent, they have.

Cain and Abel have awakened something primal within me, a dark hunger that defies reason and logic. Despite the danger they represent, despite the rational part of me screaming to resist, another part—a deeper, buried part—already longs for them.