EroticReverie

Jinx

I was never talking to my friends, ever fucking again. This was not fun, not even the slightest fucking bit. I'd ran, my bladder relieving itself as those three masked devils chased me into the woods. I hadn't made it barely into the woods surrounding the place before I'd fallen and three sets of glowing eyes had desended upon me. Taunting me and laughing at me, mocking my terrified choked up teared responses and pleading for them to just leave me alone. But at least they hadn't touched me, at least they were keeping their hands to themselves and not physically taunting me. They kept talking about HIM. The black devil, Butcher. Telling me how he was coming for me, telling me how he'd claimed me, and I'd better learn to hide well or run fast. 

Eventually they left, leaving me in the woods, leaving me crying and shaking and making a vow to never speak to any of my friends ever again for this. It was my own fault though, I could have said no, I didnt have to tick that fucking box, I didnt have to agree to stay here. Was it too late? Maybe I could run, and scale the gate, climb my way out of this fucking hell my friends brought me to. But first, I'd have to fucking move. Which, I couldnt do. The fear was paralyzing. Only the three that chased me into the woods knew where I was. Maybe they'd come back, maybe they wouldnt. If I moved, I'd draw attention to myself. Shoud I just stay here? Hope that those three lost interest with me and would rather chase my friends around seeing as they had more of a range of the things they were allowed to do to them? 

People that worked here, had to be as sick and demented as the people like Regan who willingly signed up as black tier. IF I could just at least get to the house, get to my room. It was a safe spot, they werent allowed to go into the rooms. I could just hide out in there. I whimper as I remember Janet, the woman who'd greeted us and sat with us while singing the contracts and waivers and NDAs. There would only be three hours of "pause" in total over the next forty eight hours. A half an hour for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Except for Regan, who'd signed away basically her entire fucking soul. If I could just wait here, till breakfast. That was hours from now. It wasnt even midnight. There was no time schedule out even for sleep. Not even on green tier...but again...if i was able to get to my room, I could sleep. Not really, but I could TRY to. But I already knew I wouldnt be able to fucking sleep in this place. I didnt trust that our rooms were totally safe. I'd seen the words in the contract, i'd read that shit word for word. Basically, I was fucked, if one of the devils, or more than one decided to disregard the tier I'd chosen. But Janet assured me, the devils follow the tiers strictly. Again, I wasnt sure I believed her. 

I look out through the trees, it's silent. I don't hear any of the devils running or chasing. Where were my friends? Were they in the house still? Were they deeper in the woods somewhere? I strain my ears to listen , but hear nothing other than wind in the trees, and an owl in the distance. I look at my knees, my hands, covered in dirt, leaves sticking to my fishnets and in my hair. I pluck the dried leaves from my hair and finger comb my hair to get the out as I sniffle. 

It takes several minutes for me to even attempt to stand, but through several deep breaths and coaching myself to try to stand, I do it, on shaky, pee covered legs. Another reason I wanted to get to my room, or get out of here entirely. 

I wanted to clean the embarrasment off of me. Change my clothes. I feel my tears swell in my eyes again, thinking about the fact, I'd probably just end up pissing them too. 

I move slow, my eyes darting around, my head whipping as my heart thumps in my chest. I make it to edge of the trees, my eyes on the giant mansion, the dark black exterior, that would just look like a void without the few lights illuminating it from outside. 

I stand there at the tree line, shaking like a fucking lead. Looking at Regans car, and the front door of the mansion. I should probably go slow, but I fear the longer I spend in open view, the more chance I have to be seen and chased down. 

I curl my hands into little fists, whimpering slightly , and then I take off. I gun it as fast as my legs can carry me. The gravel crunches and kicks up behind me as slam my boots down into it with each running step, nearly toppling into the stairs, my hands hitting the third step and I run crawl up the steps like a litte fucking kid , because the fear has my legs trembling too hard to stand up right. 

As soon as I make it through the doors I scream and crash to the floor, the fear paralyzing me all over again. 

Two red eyed devils are standing there, the tallest tier of men, other than the black devil one. I push my palms to the floor, pushing myself back, my boots kicking at the floor as I slide my ass back, scrambling away from them as they stalk slowly towards me, their devil masks tilt to the side in unison as they cock their heads. 

"Heard you pissed all over yourself J-Jinx" one of their deep voices taunt me, then they both chuckle.

"I can smell it on you." The other says and I whimper, closing my eyes. 

I hear more footsteps and I cry as the heavy boots thud and I hear the slap of feet and the sound of Regan's voice. My eyes fly open and I suck in a breath. The black devil is there, with Regan, his hand grabbing her arm as she stands there....naked.  

"Jinx!" Regan smiles. I do nothing but scowl at her as my lip trembles and tears streak down my face. She frowns. 

"Don't be mad." Regan says. The black devil shoves her to the red eyed devils as they turn around to face him. Wordlessly he nods to them ad Regan whines. 

"I want to stay with you!" Regan squeaks to the black devil. God, she was sick. What had he done with her? She was already naked. Shed been looking at him like she was in a fucking Hallmark movie and this man was her prince charming. But I suppose he probably was. Her version of it anyways. 

I don't move as the man just fucking stands there, a giant tower of all black, other than his skin showing on his arms, but even that is nearly black, covered in black ink tattoos. He crosses his arms at looks at me. 

"Why aren't you running?" He asks and I feel my bladder warn me that his voice alone is enough to make me piss myself, if I hadnt already emptied it. 

"I want to go home." I cry.

"Pumpkin." I say the safeword. 

He says nothing and just stands there. 

"Pumpkin." I say and he steps forward and I back up, but go nowhere as I press my back hard against the wall, and he drops down, squatting, propping forearms on his knees, clasping his hands with black fingerless gloves on that on, and I see the tattoos that also cover his fingers. My eyes flick back up to the void of his black eyes on his mask. 

"Pumpkin, I want to go home, pumpkin" I say the word again and again.

"You don't get to leave." He says and cry as he reaches out. 

"You ca-cant touch -me" I cry. 

My eyes go wide as his hand grabs my neck, his large hand circling around it. He doesnt squeeze, but he wraps it around me like a collar. 

"I'll do whatever the fuck I please when it comes to you." he says and I shake my head. 

"pumpkin" I cry.

"i've been waiting for you Jinx....cry as much as you want sweet mouse...but i've been dying to ruin you for weeks...." he groans and I cry harder. 

"the second I saw your id....your pretty black hair, and those big blue eyes...then....i saw you walk in....tiny little thing that you are....you'll be so much fun to traumatize." He groans. 

"pumpkin!" I cry and he chuckles, it's a dark laugh, and his hands squeezes on my neck now and I yelp, my hands going to his arm, my nails digging in and he laughs as he cuts off my air, my eyes widening.

"Be a good girl and shut up, and I'll let you breathe again. Are you going to stop saying that fucking word Jinx?" he asks and I nod several times and he waits, but then releases and I suck in a deep breath and feel his hand still there around my throat.

"Get up. As much as it turns me on that you pissed yourself. I'm sure you'll be happier if I let you clean yourself up a little." He says it like a question. What the hell? He's going to choke me, then act like he gives a shit about me being happy? No, nothing in the place was going to make me fucking happy. 

"I want to go to my room." I say and he chuckles again.

"You don't have a room." He smirks. 

"Only the girls smart enough to ask to see their rooms before the game begins, actually get a room. Want to guess how many participants are smart enough to do that?" He asks. 

"Not very many Jinx. Silly little mouse. My room is your room for the next forty eight hours. Now get the fuck up so I can get you clean."