THEY DRESS ME back in my Halloween costume and release me from the chains. The hood is removed.
My legs shake, and one of the guys—the one in the mirrored mask—bends down, placing one hand behind my back and the other under my knees. He picks me up, and I lie limp in his arms while I watch through hooded eyes. The other two shove everything into the backpack.
We quietly exit the room and out of the hall of mirrors into the fresh night air. I shiver at the breeze even though it feels good on my burning skin. It can get pretty chilly at night in Pennsylvania.
Closing my eyes, I don’t even care that my body shakes in his arms. It’s begging for a release, and right now, I’d do just about anything to get that. I hear voices here and there, but again, I don’t care who sees me like this. I couldn’t walk if he forced me. And I’d rather be carried than crawl.
I feel him walking up a new set of stairs, and I open my eyes just in time to see a devil’s mouth wide open with red horns and orange teeth. Devil’s Path is written across the top in big letters. Off in the distance, I hear the faint noise of screams and the sound of grinding metal.
It’s a roller coaster.
My eyes open once again when I’m set on a cold and unforgiving surface. I look around to see it’s a single cart with three seats. I’m sitting between the mirrored face and the guy with the skinless face mask.
The one with the mirror mask pulls the backpack around the front and unzips it. A hand grips the back of my already sore neck, and I’m shoved forward, my cheek resting on the cold metal bar running across the front of our cart.
Hands grab my arms and pull them behind my back. Handcuffs are wrapped around them, making me suck in a breath. I’m brought back to a sitting position. My legs are spread wide by both of them. They use their boots to hold me open. A blindfold is slipped over my eyes, and blood starts rushing in my ears.
The buttons of my leotard are undone again, and a finger runs up and down my soaked pussy. I moan, my hips trying to rock against it.
“So fucking greedy,” the guy to my left says, and my mind is still too foggy to know who is who.
My pussy lips are spread open wide, and then something cold slides inside me. The unknown object isn’t large, but it feels a little uncomfortable due to how I’m sitting. I start panting, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Don’t worry, little demon. You’re about to get your wish,” one of them says to me. It has to be Sin. Only he calls me that.
They release my legs, and I close them, trying to rub them together to get the friction I need. A hand lands on my chest, holding me in place, my back to the uncomfortable seat as it smashes my cuffed hands behind me. Then I feel something on my chest and stomach, followed by a click. They just locked me into my seat with the overhead harness.
I thrash around, unable to move, and I hear a loud ringing before we jolt forward. My heart gets stuck in my throat. I can’t see, and I can’t hang on.
I feel us climbing. Hear the click as it takes us higher and higher before it drops us off the edge. I wait for the inevitable fall. My body tenses, my thighs trying to clench, but the overhead restraints latched between my legs prevents that.
The car comes to a stop, and I hold my breath. My pussy vibrates right as it drops us from the peak. I scream, my body falling, the car and my cunt vibrating. It falls on deaf ears, though, over the roaring sound of the wind around us. My breath gets caught in my lungs as we plunge to what I can only guess is our death since I can’t see or hang on.
It jerks us to the right, and I fist my cuffed hands, sucking in a breath as my stomach clenches and unclenches. The wind rushes through my hair, and I can feel it whipping across my face. The blood is pumping in my veins as it takes a few dips—up and down, up and down. I can’t see, so I’m left with feeling and hearing. My insides are pushed around, my pussy clenching, forcing the vibrator up against my G-spot. Along with the adrenaline rush, I feel an orgasm coming on. It’s the danger, the unknown. The lack of control. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
The restraints are so tight that I can’t move. Each sharp turn makes my breath hitch. Each climb makes my pulse race. And each fall has my pussy clenching.
And just like that, stars dance across my covered eyes, my body lifts off the seat, pressing my already sensitive nipples into the overhead restraints, and I come with a scream on my lips as we make a drop that seems to go on forever. I feel like I’m floating, reaching the clouds high in the sky.
My breath is taken away as if someone is choking me. I feel light-headed. Every inch of my skin tingles. I can’t tell if we’re still falling or if we’re climbing once again. All I know is that I never want to come down.
SIN
THE GUYS AND I enter her bedroom back at her house, and I hold her unconscious body in my arms. She passed out before I could even get her off the roller coaster. It’s funny how little a carny will accept if you’ve got cash on hand to look the other way. Pretty sure we could have committed murder tonight, and he’d have kept his mouth shut for a hundred dollars.
“Rip off the duvet and top sheet,” I order Jayce and Corbin.
They each grab a corner and yank off the white duvet and matching silk sheet.
“Pillows too,” I add.
They remove all ten pillows that she insists she needs and toss them over to the side. I lay her on the bed as Corbin throws her bunny ears/mask onto her desk in the corner. I yank the black leotard, pulling it down her body and from her legs. I grab the top of the fishnet tights and pull them down too. She doesn’t even move. Jayce drops her heels at the end of her bed, and I roll her onto her stomach. Corbin tosses me his backpack. I unzip it, pulling out the roll of duct tape.
He comes over to bring her arms behind her back, and I wrap it around her wrists, running it up her forearms a little bit to make sure there’s no way she can wiggle them free. Duct tape is effective but only when used correctly. Always use more than you think you need.
I push her onto her back so her arms are underneath her. I sit beside her and run my thumbs over her freshly pierced nipples. I thought she’d like that. I wanted to see what they would look like. They’re fucking gorgeous, just like I knew they’d be. I can’t wait for them to heal so I can change them out with chains. She’ll look so fucking beautiful with tears running down her face while I pull on them, hearing her scream.
I rip two more pieces of duct tape off and cross them over her mouth in an X before adding a longer piece across the middle. Making sure it goes from ear to ear. Again, always use more than you think you need. Getting up, I go to her legs, and he holds them in place while I duct-tape them together at her ankles, making it impossible for her to get free.
I stand and throw Jayce the tape just as he tosses me something. “What’s this?” I ask, catching it in my hands.
“Something you’re going to want to see,” he mumbles. “It was sitting on her desk.”
I sit down on the bench with my back to her and open the notebook. To see it’s dated earlier this month.
Dear Diary,
Aug 15th
I saw David again. He rented us a hotel. I arrived first and got ready. I met him at the door dressed in nothing. Just like he had told me to do.
I felt stupid. I don’t know why but I don’t feel what he does. He thinks this is real. But that’s not what it is for me. He’s something to pass the time.
I’ve tried to date guys, but they just can’t give me what I want. They either think I’m fucked up in the head or testing their loyalty.
What’s wrong with a woman wanting a man to use them? Maybe they’re right. I see sex as pleasure. And it should be more of a commitment. That’s what he says anyway.
No matter how hard he fucks me, I’m left feeling hollow afterward. Unsatisfied.
Maybe it’s him, but I think it’s me. He tells me that I’m a whore for wanting more. That when I’m with him—only him—I’m an honest woman. He fucks up my head better than he does my body. That should tell you all you need to know, but what other option do I have?
It’s not the best sex, but it’s better than fucking random men who might skin me alive and toss me into a lake where I’d never be found.
He’s reliable, and I’m his dirty little secret. So I’ll continue to do what he wants even if that means not getting what I want. I’m used to being a secret.
I flip back toward the beginning of the book and see another entry from last summer.
Dear Diary,
May 10th
Sin hates me. Has since we were kids. Too bad I dream about him in the most inappropriate situations. When I started getting myself off, I’d close my eyes and think of him. I’d imagine it was him doing all the nasty and depraved things to me. But I had to stop that. It was just tainting my expectations of what I thought Sin could be capable of if ever given the chance. I’d rather never know that kind of letdown if I’m being honest with myself.
That’s all I have—myself. There’s no one I can talk to about what I’ve done, or who I want. Kira would be so mad at me if she knew I imagined her brother treating me like a piece of meat to use however he wanted. Sin would think I’m crazy, possibly pathetic.
So I’ll keep writing down my thoughts and fantasies as if they were their stories. My fictional characters might as well enjoy themselves.
I close the notebook and look over at her. She’s still sound asleep, tied up with duct tape on her bed.
“Here’s another one. Looks older,” Jayce states, closing a drawer to her desk.
I hold out my hand and he throws it to me. I open the first page. My heart starts to race when I see it’s dated two years ago. The night I was assigned to kill for the Lords.
Dear Diary,
August 12th
A man killed Daddy last night. I think he thought I was going to rat him out. But that wasn’t going to happen. I’m glad he’s dead. He was a sorry son of a bitch who deserved a horrible death. A bullet to the head was kind.
I let the man fuck me with his gun. It was dirty, raw, and therapeutic in a way. Even though it sounds fucked up, I got off on it. I had never come so hard. I hope he knows that I’m not going to say anything and that he comes back to visit me again. Even if it is to kidnap and take me away from here. This life is boring. I’ve always fantasized about wanting more. And I think the masked man can give it to me.
“It’s one thirty,” Jayce announces to the room, getting my attention.
Closing the diary, I stand and walk over to the door, turning her light off. Then I sit down in the seat in the far corner and wait.
