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Theo asked me where I'd been and I had to tell him me and Johnnie got lost. Johnnie failed to hide a mischievous little smile and I made a mental note to punch him for that later.
We bought bottles of Coke, poured out half, and filled the rest with rum before the next maze. Tara, still deciding to mope, tried to convince me to stay behind and "let the boys" go through the next maze alone. But there was no way in hell I was missing out on "getting lost" with Johnnie again.
Matthew and Theo stayed behind to sip rum and coke with pouting Tara, while Johnnie and I waited in line to get through to the next maze. He kept a severe distance as his arm slightly touched mine, and as the gates opened to let in our group, he brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered "Not scared enough yet?" The mockery dancing on his lips sent pulsations to my heart and someplace in between my legs. The fact that he was enjoying this was humiliating, but it got me ten times hotter than before.
"No," I said softly, daring to look up at him. His makeup was slightly ruined by how he had bitten his lower lip and how I kissed him back at the maze. I wonder what mine looked like.
"I'd say you looked pretty scared back there." He looked behind me at the other maze and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. My thoughts were spiraling into ten ways I could unbutton his stripped beetle juice suit while he scared me to death
"I wasn't that scared, alright," I said.
"Yeah, you're right it was hard to tell by how turned on you were" My heart jumped and I looked around to make sure none of the other guys had heard. When I saw that they were going about their business I gave him a warning look. He blatantly looked me up and down giving me a hint that he didn't care.
"Welcome to the Rippers London slut. Let's hope you don't get your guts ripped out here." He said, as the gates were opened for us.
Threats of violence? that sounded like a threat. I haven't forgotten the way he sounded earlier, the way the jealousy took over his voice when he asked me if Theo could fuck me the way he was. When I imagined him growling it at me again with his fingers deep inside me, my legs nearly trembled. I could never have imagined bringing a date would get him angry and for what I could see worked up, I didn't mind, I didn't mind that he just called me a slut and degraded me back there. I wanted more.
The maze was themed like Victorian London: lots of fake brick walls, big props painted looking like dirty shop fronts, and newspaper headlines pasted everywhere. Johnnie pulled me back, to let the others in our group get ahead of us and disappear down a dark, dingy alleyway ahead. He twirled me around playfully.
"What are you doing?" I hissed, although inside I was eager to hear his plans.
"The Ripper never got caught because he didn't strike in public," Johnnie said softly. He walked towards me until my back hit a brick wall. "He went after the girls in the shadows, girls who were used to scary...unusual things." His voice was a whisper, I could feel it rumbling over my whole body. "The ones who wouldn't notice what was happening until it was too late. Like you."
"We'll that's" My heart was beating like a kick drum. "That's so creepy."
"That's the idea, isn't it?" He grinned. "You're here to be scared."
"Are you gonna be the Ripper then?" I said, in a whisper.
He answered with a smile.
Johnnie took one last quick look around, then pushed me against the wall.
"You know what? If I weren't so mad about you bringing a date to my party tonight I would have already fucked the shit out of you," he said shaking his head.
I was at a loss for words, his proximity was so intoxicating I began to question myself if this might be a dream.
"Huh," he said mockingly "Alright, I want you to close your eyes and count to 20. Then keep walking."
With a final skeptical look, I obeyed.
It was unfair that Johnnie had so quickly, so easily, tapped into the very thing that got me so hot and bothered: fear.
Even though I knew where I was, even though I knew I was safe...I felt like I didn't know. What if something else was waiting beyond my closed eyelids? I was just standing there as an easy target.
I shuffled my feet, and the movement reminded me of the dampness in my panties. Damn it...the more afraid I felt, the more turned on I was.
19, 20...
I opened my eyes. I was alone. Mist from the hidden fog machines pumped out around me, and as if on cue, the music on the maze slowed and took a sinister turn. I let out a heavy breath, torn between refusing to let myself feel frightened and giving in to the fear. I moved forward slowly. Something at the end of the alley was flashing a strobe light.
I wasn't that scared.
I kept walking. I hurried forward, into a dark room with dingy wooden walls. Ragged pieces of cloth hung from the ceiling giving me good shots of paranoia that run through my lower spine as I walked past a pile of straw covered in a white sheet that was shoved against the wall, placed there as if it were a bed, bloodied, dismembered body parts were strewn across it. Fake blood splattered across the wall.
One of the rags moved against my neck, sending chills down my back, and I touched my spine trying with my hand to brush it away. But what my hand encountered wasn't a rag: it was warm flesh. I whirled around in the same instant he seized me. I screamed, I was dragged down onto a bloody bed and held there by Johnnie as he crouched over me with a smile on his face.
"caught ya," he said as I let out a little gasp.
My heart pounded faster. I ran my trembling hands up his arms and lingered over the tension in his. The way he held me pinned there, pressed so hard into the sheet, was making my pussy throb with need. He raised his eyebrows curiously as I touched him.
"You're about to get gutted." his thumb was drawn across my stomach as if slicing into me.
"You're not doing a very good job of gutting me," I said, wiggling a little. He drove his thigh between my legs, and my wiggle caused me to grind against him for a moment. I had to force myself not to grind again.
"Yeah huh? And what could I be doing better in terms of gutting you?" His grip on my arms tightened. So strong, almost painful, it made my breath hitch. "Should I be ripping open your belly and pulling you apart? Or..." His eyes trailed down...down...I could feel his gaze sliding over my stomach and between my legs... "Should I be rearranging your guts in a different way?"
Shit.
I wanted to manage some confidant, cocky response. Instead when I opened my mouth, a pathetic, "Yes..." was all that squeaked out. He leaned down and cupped my face around his hand, forcing me to look at him.