28. Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Hydessa

I run, sprinting away from him as adrenaline fuels my legs and I dash through the maze of attractions, heart pounding in my ears. The chilling laughter echoes behind me, urging me to push harder, faster.

The carnival begins to feel like a labyrinth closing in around me. I dart between games and booths, rides and creepy statues, the sound of my own ragged breaths mingling with the echoes of his laughter. It seems to come from all around me, almost as though it's being played on the speakers spread through the carnival. Each shadow seems to reach out, threatening to ensnare me as I navigate this random maze.

I dare not look back, fearing what I might trip over while Cain chases me through the darkness. Behind me, his taunting voice follows, a reminder that I'm now playing a game that only he knows the rules to. A game I told him I didn't want to play and ended up trapped in anyway.

"You can't hide forever, little shadow," he calls out.

A sudden burst of music and light from a nearby ride momentarily distracts me, but I force myself to ignore it, moving in the opposite direction. My feet stumble and I think I'm going to fall. My heart lurches as I spread my arms out for balance, gasping for breath. But I recover and keep going, my pulse is racing as I take one corner after another.

Another ride erupts, this one even closer. I have to shield my eyes from how bright it is, and I growl under my breath as I veer sharply in the opposite direction.

When another ride lights up and I once again shift to go in the opposite direction, I curse my own stupidity. I'm being herded, just like the prey I am.

Spotting the darkened open door of a nearby attraction, I make a split-second decision and duck inside, moving swiftly through the entryway. The darkness envelops me like ink, swallowing me whole as I press deeper into its depths. There is no moonlight to rely on here, just my hand against the wall as I try to find a place to hide.

This is what I'm good at. Being out in the open is too vulnerable.

I strain my ears, listening for any sign of Cain's approach, but the silence is now absolute. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I lean against a cold wall, my chest heaving as I struggle to slow my racing heart. Sweat beads on my forehead, trickling down my temples as I try to calm the trembling in my limbs. Pulling the mask from my face, I shove it into my pocket.

As I stand there, the space around me gradually becomes clearer as soft lights begin to fill it. Startled, I glance around, but all I can see is my own reflection staring back at me—not just once, but multiple times.

Panic grips my chest as I realize I'm trapped in a hall of mirrors. Casting multiple reflections of myself in every direction. Each mirror reveals a slightly different angle, creating an unsettling illusion of infinite hallways stretching out before me.

My heart hammers against my chest as I reach back toward the door I came through, desperate to escape this maze of distorted reflections. I twist the handle, but it refuses to budge no matter how hard I push and pull. With a sinking feeling, I realize the door is locked.

He trapped me. How could he have even predicted that I would run in here?

Cautiously, I assess my surroundings, feeling a rising sense of dread. The mirrors taunt me with their endless reflections, each one a reminder of my vulnerability in this twisted maze.

I move cautiously forward, my footsteps echoing softly around the hollow room. The dim lights above cast an ominous glow, but the shadows seem to dance and flicker, distorting the reflections around me that warp in and out. I resist the urge to panic, knowing that clear thinking is my best chance of finding a way out.

As I move deeper, I run my hands along the glass on both sides, hoping to find a way out. Suddenly, my hand brushes against empty space.

Turning into the opening, I find myself in another hallway of mirrors, this one wider. I press forward, my senses on high alert, searching for any clue that might lead me out of this mirrored labyrinth.

As I walk, I notice subtle differences in the reflections—angles that shift imperceptibly, creating a maze of illusions that seem to stretch into infinity. Terror threatens to take hold, but I push it down, focusing on the task at hand: finding an exit.

I find another opening, moving into a space that seems to twist and turn with multiple wider openings. Frustration gnaws at me, not knowing which direction to choose.

Then, without warning, the dim lights sputter and die, plunging me into total darkness again. Panic fills me and I strain my eyes, but I can't see anything.

Just as fear threatens to overwhelm me, a faint crimson glow begins to suffuse the darkness. It flickers at first, then grows stronger, casting a red hue that distorts the mirrored walls. The room itself seems to come alive with the sinister light.

And there, in each mirror's reflection, is Cain.

He moves almost casually, his reflection rippling and moving around the room. Just when I think I know where he really is, the silhouette shifts out of the frame. "Had enough yet, little shadow?"

I don't know what's real and what's not. "I'll never let you win," I reply defiantly, my voice steadier than I expected.

Cain chuckles darkly, the sound bouncing off the mirrored walls, distorting and amplifying. "You've got spirit, I do love that," he muses, his red-masked reflection pacing in sync with his words. "But here's the thing, darling, you've already lost."

Reaching down, I pull the knife from the sheath strapped to my leg, letting the light of his mask catch on it as he tilts his head. "I don't think so."

He continues pacing as though undisturbed by my words. "A knife won't save you, Hydessa," he says and for a moment he pauses, looking less like a pacing lion and more like one ready to pounce. "This is a lesson for you, little shadow, there is no escaping us ever again. You're ours."

The lights go out again and before I can run, pain shoots through my wrist as something hits it and my only weapon slips from my grasp and clatters to the ground. The red light comes back on, almost blinding with how close it is in front of me.

My hand darts out, grabbing the bottom of his mask, but his fingers envelope mine, crushing them together until I whimper from the pain. He makes a tutting sound as he grabs the other hand I raise as well.

"Naughty girl, we may know who you are, but we'll keep our secrets a little longer. Don't make me bind those hands."

I struggle against Cain's grip, but my body is reacting to his, and I can already feel the ache in my core as he holds my hands captive. He twists my arms painfully behind me as he moves around my back, his movements swift and practiced.

I feel the cold bite of a belt tightening around my wrists. It cuts into my skin, restricting any hope of freeing myself. With each tug, my breath hitches, the pain radiating through my body.

The hood covering my head is ripped away, exposing my face to the light. His fingers snake around my ponytail, yanking it harshly until I'm forced into a painful arch, my back protesting the angle.

His masked face brushes against the side of mine as he leans over me from behind. His hard cock grinds into my ass as his other hand reaches around my body, lifting my hoodie and shirt to reveal my bra underneath and I whimper.

"I'm going to fuck you now, little shadow. I'm going to impale you on my cock and savor every delicious sound you make."

Jesus fucking christ, it would be helpful if my body didn't betray me, throbbing in time with each movement and word. I had wanted answers, I had been determined to get them this time.

But as I'm quickly learning, these men do what they want, when they want to. I'm not going to get answers tonight, and what he is going to give me is something I'm quickly starting to crave. His gloved fingers wrap around my bra at the thinnest part between my breasts, jerking on it until it snaps, exposing me to the mirrors and his masked gaze.

My hoodie and shirt drop again now that he isn't holding them up, covering me, but he just takes a hold of them and pulls them up and over my head, hooking them behind my neck. The material pulls tight as he releases my hair, pulling my arms and shoulders back even more. I groan as my muscles start aching quickly under the strain.

With my arms trapped, I offer no resistance when his hands move to my pants. Cain jerks them open and pushes them down my thighs with my underwear, sufficiently trapping my legs when they gather around my ankles. The length of my body is reflected over and over in the mirrors around us, the red light of his mask making the scene appear seductive as his gloved hands travel back up to my breasts.

My pulse races, my skin prickling with every brush of his gloves against my skin. "Please," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears.

"We spoke about this last night, little shadow, please what?" he growls. The fingers brush over the bite mark he left the previous night, trailing along the cuts as though enjoying the sight of them on my skin. When he finds my nipples, he rolls the already tender peaks. It's like he has a direct line to my pussy and I feel each twinge of pain deep inside my throbbing core.

The craving for him, for them, grows with each touch, each movement. I have gone out chasing release after release, searching for something I have rarely found. Even when I am able to find release with another man, it's fleeting. The feeling hardly lasts long enough for me to make it out of the club.

Not with these masked men. Maybe it's because I don't know who they are. Maybe I am just as twisted as them, maybe that's why my body becomes a willing participant in my own destruction, my own surrender is going to be my downfall.

I know this. I work hard and I have saved so many lives. I may not be full of light, I may fight hard against the darkness inside me, but in the end, I help people. So no matter how twisted this is, I am going to hold onto it until the last second because I deserve to feel good. I deserve to have something that thrills me like this, no matter how wrong it may seem.

I moan, words escaping me as I watch the erotic vision in the mirrors around us, the many reflections of his fingers exploring my body making it so much dirtier, so much more erotic. "Please, fuck me," I whisper finally.

One of Cain's hands travels up to wrap around my throat as the other moves down to cup my pussy, the fingers pressing firmly into my skin. I gasp, the ache inside me worsening with each caress.

"I told you last night, I won't always be gentle. This is one of those times that I'm going to hurt you, darling girl."

I open my mouth to respond but he proves his point by slapping my pussy. Hard. A cry escapes me as my legs almost buckle, my clit now pulsing with the beat of my racing heart. He shoves two of his gloved fingers inside of me, my own arousal making it easier for him as he grinds the palm of his hand against my clit. I whimper as my whole body trembles, pleasure swirling inside of me like a violent storm.

"And you're going to take everything I give you like my dirty little cock slut, aren't you?" he growls. My body burns for more. it wants his touch, those dirty low whispers, and his deliciously pierced cock.

I don't understand how my body can respond the way it is to a man I hardly know from Adam. Hell, I don't even know his real name. And yet, all I want to do at this moment is beg him harder to use me like he wants.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined I would be watching myself get finger fucked by a masked killer, inside of a carnival maze of mirrors, and be wanting to beg for him to hurt me more. Because it feels good, the pain feels so damn good.

Quick fucks at the club were never like this. None of them ever trapped my throat or made me feel totally dominated. None of them took my control away and made the shadows within me submit to something greater. But Cain and Abel, they do.

"Answer me, little shadow." he snaps as he curls his fingers inside me and jerks up. I cry out as the move raises me to the tips of my toes. He grinds the heel of his palm harder into my clit and it's difficult to distinguish between the pleasure and pain it causes.

"Y-yes, p-please, I'll be your dirty little slut," I beg in a desperate whisper. I should be ashamed of myself for how needy I sound, how easily he's made me beg for him.

I gasp as Cain's grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air supply for a moment before loosening just enough to let me breathe again. My head swims as the remnants of fear collide with the arousal inside me.

"That's right, little shadow," he purrs, his voice a dark promise. "Embrace that darkness inside you. You belong to me, Hydessa. You belong to me and my brother."

My heart pounds at the sound of my name on his lips, the way he says it, like I'm his obsession, like I'm his curse and salvation in one.

"Who do you belong to?" he demands, his voice vibrating through me.

"You," I breathe out, the word barely audible as it leaves my lips. "I belong to you."

Cain's grip tightens causing me to cry out.

"Louder," he commands, his voice dripping with authority. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," I repeat, louder this time, my voice trembling with a blend of fear and desire. "I belong to you."

His mask moves closer, a scent I swear I've smelled before surrounds me.

"And my brother?" he prompts, his voice softer, yet no less demanding.

"I belong to you both," I gasp as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of me. But the truth of those words settle over me as though the words themselves are embedded in my skin. "I belong to you both."

Cain's laugh is low and dark, filled with satisfaction. "Good girl," he murmurs. "That's exactly what I want to hear."

He releases my throat and pussy. My body slumps, my knees unsteady and almost giving out from the strain as his hands move on my body, leaving a path of tingling skin in its wake. He pushes on my back, bending me forward as the sound of his zipper echoes around us.

Cain positions himself behind me, his cock pressed against my entrance. "Beg for it," he demands.

"Please," I moan, my body aching with the need to feel him inside me. "Please, Cain. Fuck me."

I'm lucky that he has me so worked up already, because with a single, brutal thrust, he buries himself inside me, filling me completely. Each piercing along the underside of his cock catches at my opening as he pushes into me and the pain that radiates from where we are joined tells me just how much it's going to hurt the next day.

But right now, I couldn't care less. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping for breath. He doesn't give me a moment to adjust, his movements forceful and unrelenting as he takes me.

"Look at yourself," he growls, his modulated voice rough with lust. "Look at how beautifully you take my cock."

He wraps his hand in my hair again, yanking my head back and I force my eyes to focus on the reflections that surround us. I see from every angle as he fucks into me. My ass in the air, my back arched and my neck craning for him as his cock thrusts deep inside me. It's both shocking and arousing. His red mask glows ominously, the red stitching of the smile seems to grow even wider when he withdraws his cock and thrusts into me again.

I cry out, my pussy tightening around him. "That's it, keep watching," he groans, his other hand grips my hip, fingers pressing in to the point that I wince. "Take it all, just like the good little slut you are."

I can hardly process his command, my mind clouded with lust as each thrust drives me closer to the edge, my body responding eagerly to his every touch. The mirrors around us reflect every moment of my submission, the sight of Cain's masked face, and my own expression of ecstasy.

I'm so close to tumbling over the edge when he pulls out of me completely and the hand that was gripping my hip is suddenly between my legs. His fingers thrust inside me for a moment, then he pulls them back out of me. I whimper at the emptiness, my climax retreating like the tide.

When he lifts his hand toward his face, my stomach flips when I realize his intentions, his fingers disappearing behind the mask with a long low groan. Whatever he thinks of my taste seems to make him almost feral, his hand returns to my pussy, thrusting his fingers inside me again before he repositions himself and with a rough thrust, enters me once more with his pierced cock.

A cry tears from my throat, echoing in the confined space. He gives me no time to adjust again, his movements brutal and relentless, I can feel every inch of him moving inside me, his piercings rubbing against my sensitive walls. The pain is a sweet contrast to all of the other sensations, heightening until I can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.

Cain reaches around and shoves the wet fingers of his glove into my open mouth. "Suck," he commands and my lips close around him, my body obeying instantly. I can taste myself there, and the groan he releases tells me I pleased him..

He pulls his fingers from my mouth and moves his hand down the front of my body until his fingers are pressed against my clit, rubbing in circles. I can feel the climax that had receded approaching again like a tsunami. The red light of his mask flares as if even it could grasp the intensity of this moment. My reflection blurs as tears fill my eyes, my emotions going haywire inside me.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear. "Now."

The command sends me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me with violent force. My body convulses as I scream for him. Cain follows moments later, his cum filling me as his pace stutters. All too soon the waves of pleasure subside, leaving me trembling, my muscles weak and my mind hazy.

Cain pulls out slowly, leaving me feeling empty and aching. For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room. "Good fucking girl," he murmurs, leaning closer to me again. There's a sharp pain in my shoulder and the hazy feeling from moments before gets worse.

He catches me as my legs give out, his touch surprisingly gentle as he lowers me to the ground, the light of his mask dimming. "You're ours, Hydessa, remember that. You always have been and you always will be."

And then everything goes blank as I slip into unconsciousness.