I spin around, only to find I’m alone. My hand goes to my chest, and I feel my heart pounding against it.
“The devil’s pet,” another voice answers.
Laughter follows.
“What the fuck?” I growl more to myself than them. Making my way over to where I know the door was, I try to open it again and nothing. Fisting my hands, I pound them both on the mirror. “Hello?” I call out. “Hello!” I raise my voice to a scream.
“Save your energy. You’re going to need it.”
I spin back around to yell once again, but my breath is taken away when I see three men standing at the opposite end of the circular room. All dressed in black jeans, combat boots, black hoodies, and masks. They’re not overly terrifying, but something about them has my skin tingling and breath hitching.
The one on the far right is a clown. It’s got oversized teeth with what looks like blood dripping from them. Big black eyes and a white face with red cheeks. The one in the middle wears a mirror-like mask. It’s got black holes for eyes and is so long that it dips into his black hoodie so you can’t see a single inch of skin. It doesn’t have a mouth of any kind. The one on the far left looks like a human face that has had all the skin removed, showing all the veins and tendons.
“Sin,” I breathe his name, placing my hands out in front of me in defense as if it’ll keep them away. “What are you doing?” I ask, licking my lips nervously.
None of them answer, and my knees threaten to buckle. My heart is in my throat, and the blood rushes in my ears. The lights turn off, and I suck in a deep breath. They come back on, and they’re gone.
“What?” I spin around in a circle but see nothing but myself in the mirrors. Were they even actually in here? Or was it an illusion of the mirrors?
The lights start flashing red and blue, just like in the halls, and a hand grabs my neck. I try to scream, but my air is cut off when the fingers tighten on either side of my throat. I’m lifted off my feet and shoved backward. A new set of hands grabs me, and my arms are lifted above my head. Something is wrapped around them, and I’m lifted to where I’m dangling from. My heels barely touch the floor.
The hand is removed from my neck, and my head sags forward as I try to catch my breath.
I struggle in the restraints. My body turns from side to side, knowing they’ve secured me to the chains hanging from the ceiling. The sound of them clanking from my movements echoes in the room.
“S-in?” I choke, still trying to slow my racing heart.
I look around, but the damn lights are still flashing and restricting my vision. I feel like I’m going to get sick, so I close my eyes.
Hands grip my legs, and they are spread wide open. Something wraps around them too, just like my wrists, and seconds later, I can’t close them.
“Please?” I whimper, my body shaking.
“But this is what you want, Elli,” he whispers in my ear. I shiver when I feel his hand on my shoulder, pulling my hair off my neck to lay down the length of my back. “I just want to make your fantasies come true.”
I open my eyes as everything goes black. Then the bright lights are on again, making me blink. All three stand in front of me. The one on the far right holds a belt in his hand. It’s not a normal-looking one. It’s so long that it puddles on the floor at his feet. The one in the middle has a chain around the back of his neck, draping over his shoulders. Both hands fisting it on either side. The one on the left has a backpack at his feet. And that scares me the most because I can’t see what’s inside.
The one in the middle with the chain walks toward me. He wears the skinless face mask. I throw my head back and scream so loud, my throat burns.
He walks behind me, and he wraps the chain around my neck from behind. He pulls on it, cutting me off, and places his lips by my ear. “You’ll scream when we tell you to.”
He hasn’t taken my air away completely, but he’s restricted it.
The guy with the belt walks up to me. His mirrored mask is broken with cracks all through it as if someone hit it with a baseball bat. It shows my reflection in broken pieces. I can see my makeup smeared from my tears. He tilts his head to the side, not saying anything. Then without warning, he takes the belt and slaps the leather across the inside of my thigh just as the one behind me tightens the chain, taking away my air and restricting my ability to scream out at the pain.
He lets go of the chain, and my head hangs while I suck in a breath. My thigh is now on fire as if someone just held a lighter to it. It throbs, and so does my pussy.
My shoulders scream at the position my body hangs from the ceiling. My feet hurt from my heels barely touching, and my legs spread wide. But my clit is pulsing, and my nipples are erect. My breathing labored.
A hand is between my legs the next second, and the snaps of my leotard are being unfastened. It pops open, and it’s yanked up to my waist. I moan, my head falling back, eyes closing.
My fishnets are lowered enough to rip off my underwear, making me whimper at the feel of the material stinging my hips. Something is placed on my pussy. It starts to vibrate.
I start to convulse, my mouth falling open when my entire body stiffens. I’m going to come so quickly. The fear, the adrenaline, the vibration. Fuck, this will be a record. It stops, and I curse them under my breath.
My bunny ears are yanked off my head before they’re replaced with a hood, taking my vision away, and the chain tightens around my neck, pinching my skin. The chains that I’m secured to rattle as the sweetheart top of my leotard is yanked down to expose my chest to the room.
Hands grab at my breasts. They’re not rough. Mostly soft. Slowly, they massage them. Caressing them with just enough pressure to have my head spinning. Or maybe it’s the room. I can’t see anything, so I close my eyes. My hot breath inside the hood falling on my face makes me sweat.