Page 5 of Deviant Secrets
Ignoring the writing, I crumpled it and harshly threw it to the ground.
Behind me, the leaves crunched and gravel kicked up, signaling that someone was in my proximity. I wouldn’t dare to turn around. Someone was definitely here, watching, waiting.
It was eerily quiet, aside from the scream of the raging storm. The only light I had was the soft glow of the nightlight in the kitchen, coupled with the zap of mosquitoes that were unfortunate enough to run into the electric trap.
“Who’s out there?” I called shakily, facing the masked stranger I’d been searching for all night. A flash of lightning flitted through the sky, illuminating his silhouette.
He stayed silent, watching me with his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.
“Maya, this isn’t funny!”
Whoever was out there playing this sick joke wasn’t funny anymore.Just a stupid prank.Well, jokes on them. I had no problem making sure they would freeze in the rain.
My heart pounded against my ribcage as I stumbled into the house, checking over my shoulder every few seconds. The lock clicked and a huge heave of breath escaped my lips in a low whistle.
Fear gripped my throat, and a soft sob left me as I reached for the vodka in the top cabinet.
Relax Chloe, you’re safe here. There’s just a man dressed in black and a hockey mask outside. Nothing to worry about.
My temple throbbed, but my intuition screamed loud and clear as another sound came from the back room, confirming my fear. There’s not one, but two people. I had three choices. Run, die…or find out what they wanted.
My gaze darkened, going for intimidation, while I quickly tried my best to work out a plan that would involve getting out of this alive.
One was in the house, and one was right outside that locked door. That much I knew.
The heavy footsteps attempted to mask themselves against the rain, waiting to sneak up on me, and the sounds that came from the stranger became louder and louder before they stopped, and my breath hitched.
The Elvis vinyl still played into the darkness of the cabin, skipping at just the right moment. Creating a haunting environment.
The Devil…
The Devil…
The Devil…
Silently, my hand slid across the table, reaching for my car keys, and I cursed to myself when they jingled slightly, alluding to my location. The time displayed clearly on the stove, and I focused in on it, swallowing down my growing panic.
22:45
Time slowed to an agonizing still. Over my ragged breathing came the creak of a floorboard behind me. I could feel the height difference as his body towered over mine.
Then I heard it, an unmistakable deep voice that sent chills down my spine. He was right behind me now. His hot breath against my ear.
“I’m not the devil,” he rasped, “but you’ll be begging whatever’s out there for mercy by the time I’m done with you. Mercy that you won’t receive.”
Hyperventilating, my knees shook, and every instinct in my body screamed. I ripped my keys from the counter and split for the door with every ounce of energy I had in my tipsy state.
His laughter sent a feeling of dread spiraling within me. A mixed cry of fear and anger belted from my lungs when I bolted for the door, my wet fingers slipping slightly on the door handle.
A jolt of adrenaline prepared me to run anywhere but here. But I wouldn’t be going anywhere unless it was in a body bag if they got ahold of me.
I crashed into a solid figure, the rigid muscles quivering under menacing laughter. Tears threatened to fall as the impact took my breath away.
I tried to scream, but the room suddenly spun as a hand clamped down on my throat, lifting me off the ground with ease. The mystery man slammed me against the wall, gripping tighter. My hands moved fast to claw him away, gasping for breath as my airway threatened to close.
“Oh, she’ll be begging alright, and if she doesn’t snuff out the fire deep in my groin. She’ll have an even larger problem.”
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