Emperor of Corruption

MIA

MIA

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Getting lost in the woods wasn't how I envisioned I'd be spending my sunday. In Chanel, no less.

My entire night was ruined now, and it's all Jameson's fucking fault. Seriously, who hosts a midnight party in the woods and why the hell did Amorėt figure it would be a fun idea attending said party.

We had both morals and self respect. Our parents, however, would think the opposite if they saw us now, dressed in skimpy skirts and a tweed shirt.

"We need to find a way out." I grumbled under my breath, pulling out fallen twigs from my high ponytail before brushing out my bangs. Amorėt stood a few feet away from me on her phone, desperately trying to get a signal.

She raised her phone in my direction with a scowl.

Nothing. Just great.

"I swear when I find that stupid bastard." She hisses through gritted teeth, brows pitched as she curses in french, lifting a manicured hand. "I'm going to kill him."

"Too much work. Just hire someone to do it for you."

She laughed.

There was no one in sight but the two of us, no sound other than the wallowing trees, and the night was thick with an eerie silence. The moon cast long shadows on the ground, and every rustle of leaves seemed amplified in the stillness. We stood there, side by side, surrounded by the whispering woods, our breaths mingling in the cool night air.

We came to the party thinking it would be fun to let loose. And by loose, we didn't mean fucking lost.

A shudder runs down my spine as a cold breeze passes me. I should've brought a jacket. But in my defense, I didn't know by "woods party" they meant in the actual woods, around a campfire with beer and booze.

"Maybe we should walk around for a bit until we see a person." I turn around as I say that, then stop.

Where the hell did she go?

Fear crept up my body as goosebumps appeared on my exposed skin. She had just disappeared out of nowhere.

One moment she was right beside me, and the next, she was gone. The darkness seemed to close in, the trees towering ominously around me. I called out her name, but the only response was the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

My heart raced as I tried to retrace our steps, every shadow and sound magnified in the eerie silence of the woods.

"Come out, Amorėt, this isn't funny anymore. And quite frankly, my hair is getting even more messy and you know I don't play about my hair."

Still nothing.

It was just me, myself, and I in the middle of the woods, lost.

Coming to this party was a mistake. A grave one. If I could turn the clock to reverse back into time, I would more than ever.

I crushed the dry leaves and twigs under my shoes with every step I took, the crunching sound a stark reminder of the silence that had settled around me. Each footfall seemed to echo louder than the last as I searched desperately for an exit.

The darkness felt suffocating, and the shadows played tricks on my eyes, making every rustle and crackle seem menacing. I kept moving, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts, hoping to find a way out before the night swallowed me whole.

My footsteps halt in front of an abandoned house in the middle of the woods. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

Surely Jameson and Amoręt were going to jump out and say it's a prank, and then we'd all head back to school, laughing about how we fell for it.