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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."
