and
grabbed Hayden’s bag then held it out for him. “You’ll want this.”
Hayden took it and pulled the strap across his shoulder.
Mattie grabbed the thermos and tucked it under her arm.
Rachelle rounded the back of the car. “You really think
we’re going to see something out there?”
“My friend must’ve seen something or else he wouldn’t have
made the map. Right?” Mattie rolled the paper up, tucked it into her coat
pocket and started walking toward the trees.
Rachelle followed, her shorter legs working harder to get
through the snow. “It’s not anything dangerous, is it? I mean, nothing bad can
happen to us, right?”
Mattie bumped shoulders with Rachelle. “Only the bad stuff
we want to happen will happen.” She glanced over her shoulder and caught
Hayden’s gaze. “Right, Hayden?”
“That true, Hayden?”
Hayden ignored Mattie’s stare. “I’ll keep you safe,
Rachelle.”
“What about me?” Mattie asked, trying to look innocent.
“You’re on your own.”
She laughed.
They walked on in near silence, the rise and fall of their
booted feet the only noise breaking the deathly quiet of the clear night air.
It was cold, but not bitter. Finally, they reached the edge of the line of
tress. The snow was less deep, and they were able to walk more quickly. Mattie
stayed in front, Rachelle second, Hayden last.
When Mattie unscrewed the top of the thermos, he watched
Rachelle take several long drinks of the tea. When she offered it to him he
took it and drank too. The warm liquid settled in his stomach.
* * * * *
The dizziness was more intense this time. Hayden breathed
deeply, hoping the air would clear his head. Then he remembered what she’d
said—movement. He pulled in another long breath and placed his arms by his
sides. Somewhere in the back of his consciousness a chain rattled. He ignored
the sound and tried to lift himself. Again, the sound came. He pushed harder
but the only reward was a sharp snap to his neck and a shooting pain down his
back.
He reached up and found a heavy, cold ring circling his
neck. A chain was attached.
He grabbed the metal ring and tugged, the rough, stiff steel
cut into his palms. “Rachelle?” He crawled back to create slack in the chain so
he could sit upright and then he yelled again. The darkness didn’t answer. He
yelled again and again. The third time his anguish and fear seeped out in his
voice and the sound circled him, making rings of fear that surrounded him like
smoke.
“She’s fine, trust me. And probably having the best time
she’s had in a while.” Mattie moved into the room from a corner, her eyes
glowing green. “Except for last night, I mean. That was exceptional, wasn’t it?
Having her lick your balls. I bet that was delicious. For her and for you.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, the light from a lantern on
a small dresser beside the bed casting shadows on her face, and tossed back the
rough brown quilt covering him. He was naked beneath it, his cock was partially
erect. “She’s quite curious and very enthusiastic about sex.” Mattie ran her
cool fingers up his shaft, caressing him lightly. “You are too.”
Hayden gritted his teeth against the warmth curling through
him, heating his cock and reminding him how good it felt to thrust inside her
lifeless body. He clenched his jaw and looked away.
Beyond the edge of the bed, a fire was burning in a squat
wood stove. Two battered pots hung above. About three feet from the stove was a
square table with two chairs. A window was above it, but there was nothing
visible outside except blackness—a dark night that coated everything and never
ended. The wind was gone and silence surrounded them, wherever they were.
Mattie was staring at him, her eyes flickering bright and dark green, her mouth
was softer than usual.
“You know.” She smiled, moving her gaze back to his eyes. “I
think I forgot to thank you.”
He shrugged.
“I told you to make it good, you know, give
grabbed Hayden’s bag then held it out for him. “You’ll want this.”
Hayden took it and pulled the strap across his shoulder.
Mattie grabbed the thermos and tucked it under her arm.
Rachelle rounded the back of the car. “You really think
we’re going to see something out there?”
“My friend must’ve seen something or else he wouldn’t have
made the map. Right?” Mattie rolled the paper up, tucked it into her coat
pocket and started walking toward the trees.
Rachelle followed, her shorter legs working harder to get
through the snow. “It’s not anything dangerous, is it? I mean, nothing bad can
happen to us, right?”
Mattie bumped shoulders with Rachelle. “Only the bad stuff
we want to happen will happen.” She glanced over her shoulder and caught
Hayden’s gaze. “Right, Hayden?”
“That true, Hayden?”
Hayden ignored Mattie’s stare. “I’ll keep you safe,
Rachelle.”
“What about me?” Mattie asked, trying to look innocent.
“You’re on your own.”
She laughed.
They walked on in near silence, the rise and fall of their
booted feet the only noise breaking the deathly quiet of the clear night air.
It was cold, but not bitter. Finally, they reached the edge of the line of
tress. The snow was less deep, and they were able to walk more quickly. Mattie
stayed in front, Rachelle second, Hayden last.
When Mattie unscrewed the top of the thermos, he watched
Rachelle take several long drinks of the tea. When she offered it to him he
took it and drank too. The warm liquid settled in his stomach.
* * * * *
The dizziness was more intense this time. Hayden breathed
deeply, hoping the air would clear his head. Then he remembered what she’d
said—movement. He pulled in another long breath and placed his arms by his
sides. Somewhere in the back of his consciousness a chain rattled. He ignored
the sound and tried to lift himself. Again, the sound came. He pushed harder
but the only reward was a sharp snap to his neck and a shooting pain down his
back.
He reached up and found a heavy, cold ring circling his
neck. A chain was attached.
He grabbed the metal ring and tugged, the rough, stiff steel
cut into his palms. “Rachelle?” He crawled back to create slack in the chain so
he could sit upright and then he yelled again. The darkness didn’t answer. He
yelled again and again. The third time his anguish and fear seeped out in his
voice and the sound circled him, making rings of fear that surrounded him like
smoke.
“She’s fine, trust me. And probably having the best time
she’s had in a while.” Mattie moved into the room from a corner, her eyes
glowing green. “Except for last night, I mean. That was exceptional, wasn’t it?
Having her lick your balls. I bet that was delicious. For her and for you.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, the light from a lantern on
a small dresser beside the bed casting shadows on her face, and tossed back the
rough brown quilt covering him. He was naked beneath it, his cock was partially
erect. “She’s quite curious and very enthusiastic about sex.” Mattie ran her
cool fingers up his shaft, caressing him lightly. “You are too.”
Hayden gritted his teeth against the warmth curling through
him, heating his cock and reminding him how good it felt to thrust inside her
lifeless body. He clenched his jaw and looked away.
Beyond the edge of the bed, a fire was burning in a squat
wood stove. Two battered pots hung above. About three feet from the stove was a
square table with two chairs. A window was above it, but there was nothing
visible outside except blackness—a dark night that coated everything and never
ended. The wind was gone and silence surrounded them, wherever they were.
Mattie was staring at him, her eyes flickering bright and dark green, her mouth
was softer than usual.
“You know.” She smiled, moving her gaze back to his eyes. “I
think I forgot to thank you.”
He shrugged.
“I told you to make it good, you know, give
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