Page 105 of Boys Who Hunt

I can’t see. I can’t fucking see a thing.

Shit!

I could yell, but there’s no one else to hear me except Heath, Max, and Silas. All of the Skull and Serpent Society members are gone.

Did they send them away just to toy with me?

Those motherfuckers…

I run across the hallways and try to open every single door I can find, but all the exits are locked. I turn around and run but bump into a chair next to the door, causing me to fall over face-first onto the hard floor.

I crawl up, but my hands detect a rumbling not too far away. I can feel it in my bones.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I can feel their footsteps like vibrations in the wood.

Lights swiftly flicker on and off like a beacon in the dark.

Their masks.

I swiftly come to my feet and rush off into the opposite direction, heading into a door on my left. I have no clue where I am or where I’m going as I touch my way through the rooms, feeling up all the furniture. A couch. A table. A chair. Some kind of counter. A bump on the floor makes me nearly fall over again.

I turn around and try to see as best as I can, but there’s only an all-consuming void around me. Two hands slither their way around my waist. I shriek.

Who is it? Heath, Silas, or Max?

Who can I trust?

Who will betray me?

I grab the nearest object, something that feels like a candleholder. I throw it, but of course it misses because I can’t see shit, and I can’t hear anything.

So I just run like hell to the next room until I bump into a kitchen counter with my waist, coughing up air. Feeling my way aroundthe edges, I make my way to the other side to try to rip open the drawers, but there are none.

Shit.

A violent buzzing between my legs makes me moan, and I slap my hand in front of my mouth.

Don’t make a sound. Don’t let them hear you.

I run off to the other side of the kitchen and feel my way to the curtains. Light spills in from the outside, so I hide behind them and stay as silent as possible.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I can feel their footsteps on the floor.

And even though the buzzing between my legs continues to distract me, I stay as still as a mouse, trying not to be found.

Wetness slowly trickles down my legs, and I rub my lips together to prevent the moan from spilling out too.

Fuck.

Their masks flicker on and off again, like demonic entities floating through the room.

I wait until the thuds slowly diminish before I make a run for it with a curve around the furniture to make sure they don’t catch me if they’re still here.

But it’s dark, and if I can’t see anything, they can’t either.