Page 77 of Trick or Treat
My heart pounds in my chest, the realization hitting me like a freight train. Scarlett had been playing us all along, manipulating us with her sweet innocence and now, her true sinister nature had been unleashed. The sight of Nixon's and Riley's lifeless bodies and her nonchalant demeanor sends shivers down my spine.
I take a step back, my mind racing to find a way out of this nightmare. But as I glance around the blood-soaked apartment, it becomes clear that escape may not be an option. It's time to accept ourfate.
The stench of blood and cigarettes fills the air, blending together in a sickening symphony. I can't help but feel a sense of dread as she takes another drag from her tainted cigarette. The red-tinged smoke dances around her, an eerie aura surrounding her wicked figure.
"Does it feel good, killer?" I manage to choke out, my voice trembling with hurt and confusion.
Scarlett's eyes gleam with satisfaction, reveling in the chaos she has orchestrated. "Yes and no," she replies without a hint of remorse, relishing in the destruction she has caused.
My heart sinks further, realizing the gravity of the situation. My mind races, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. How did I not see this coming? How could I have been so blind? My thoughts are interrupted by Scarlett's chilling laughter, piercing through the heavy silence.
Scarlett's grin widens, revealing her true nature. She takes a step closer, the cigarette hanging loosely from her blood stained fingers.
"Don't you feel the pills yet, guys?" she asks, her voice dripping with venom.
A rush of panic courses through my body as I realize the extent of her betrayal. The pills... she must have tampered with our medication, manipulating our minds to further her sick game. A wave of dizziness crashes over me, the room spinning as I struggle to stay upright. It all makes sense now. The hallucinations, the blurred reality. Scarlett had used our vulnerabilities against us, pushing us deeper into her wicked plan.
Scarlett
Blade looks at me and grins, twirling his knife around with his eyes on mine while Saint just stands there, unable to look away from his dead friends.
"I can't believe you did this, trouble."
"You were going to kill me first… but it doesn't matter, Saint."
I stare at Blade, my heart pounding in my chest. There's something unnerving about the way he holds that knife, his fingers dancing along its sharp edge. His grin widens, revealing a sinister glimmer in his eyes. A chill runs down my spine, fueling a mix of fear and curiosity. They don't know I'm dying, but I do.
"What's the matter, sinner?" Blade taunts, his voice dripping with malice. "Wanna play one more game?"
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. With a defiant flicker in my eyes, I match his grin with one of my own.
"Oh, I'm definitely intrigued," I respond, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "But I have a feeling this game isn't going to end well for you."
Blade chuckles, his confidence seemingly unwavering. He takes a step closer, his knife still twirling effortlessly in his grasp. The metallic glint of the blade catches the dim light, intensifying the tension in the room.
"Is that a threat, sinner?" he mocks, his voice laced with arrogance. "You seem to be forgetting where you are.."
With each word he utters, I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I know I'm stepping into dangerous territory, but there's no turning back now. I steady myself, channeling all my strength and determination.
"There's no way I can ever forget."
Blade's smug expression falters for a fraction of a second, his eyes flickering with a hint of doubt. It's enough to fuel my confidence further. I take a step forward, closing the distance between us.
For a moment, the room hangs in silence. Blade's eyes meet mine, searching for any signs of weakness or hesitation. And then, unexpectedly, a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.
"You're brave, I'll give you that," he finally responds, his voice low and contemplative.
Blade slowly lowers his knife, placing it on a nearby table. I exhale a sigh I didn't even realize I was holding, relieved that my gamble paid off, at least for now.
As the tension eases, we both understand that our clash is far from over. The ominous air hangs heavy around us, as if the room itself braces for the impending storm. We lock eyes once again, ready to continue this deadly duel of wits and wills.
"Let's take this into the room…" Saint says, grabbing my hand and dragging me away—and I let him.
As I lay there, fully aware that this moment could be the last time, I take a moment to savor the image of Blade and Saint's faces. Their features are imprinted in my mind, etching themselves into the depths of my memory.
Their hands explore my body with a skilled touch, eliciting a symphony of moans from within me. Every caress, every stroke, sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. My pussy responds eagerly, aching to be satisfied, leaving a wet trail on the bed sheet beneath me.
Their hard, throbbing cocks tease against my skin, their desire evident as they press against my legs. We're tangled together in a blissful mess of limbs and desire, consumed by a hunger that only intensifies with each passing moment.