It's cold and I don't know where I am... Under my feet, I can feel grass or moss... it's cold, I don't like it. My dress is getting more and more wet by the wet ground beneath me, the material of my Halloween costume getting more and more ruined.
I hear them. They're talking... voices surround me, but I can not make out what they're saying. They're walking around me, but I can not see them, the sack on my head preventing my vision. Small twigs breaking under their steps, dry leaves rustling under them... I don't know how many of them are here or what they will do to me.
As hard as I can, I try to yank my hands free of the restrains they put on them, but whatever it is cuts into my wrists and I have to bite my lip to not make a sound. The steps come closer. They're slower, more dangerous. A warm breath breathes down my neck, followed by a gentle yet dangerous voice. "Shh... Good girl... be quiet for us, sweet girl." The man behind me silences me by putting his hand over my mouth. I feel a lump building in my throat. His voice was so familiar, yet I could not make out who it was.
A shiver runs down my spine as a cold, sharp object grazes up my leg... not sharp enough to cut me. It stops behind me, on my wrists, just then the sack covering my vision gets ripped off. Making me let out startled scream, which is muffled by the man's hand before my mouth.
There are six men... five of them surrounding me, while one of them holds me in place. One of them takes off his mask. It's my boyfriend (you can choose a boy for this one).
"Hey sweet girl..." He wears a smirk on his face and kisses me tenderly. "Remember that little phantasy you were so shy to tell me about..." his hand grazes up my leg, stopping just beneath my panties, "the one about being kidnapped and fucked by multiple men...hm? Getting chased in the woods, until they catch you and fuck you? Do you remember telling me that?"
I freeze. Yes, I told him that a few weeks ago, when I read a book and he asked me why I look so flushed. He... no... he wouldn't make this happen, would he? Just then, his hand grabs my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "I asked you a question, sweet girl. You remember, don't you?" I nod weakly. Wanting to press my legs together to hide the warmth building between my legs. His hand toys the hem my panties. "Would you like that, hm? Use your words, sweet girl." His voice is deep and sultry, making me wet my panties even more. He leans in closer, whispering into my ears in a breathy voice, pressing his hardness against my thigh. "Run, sweet girl... because," He gently nibbles on my earlobe. "If we catch you, we fuck you..." He comes before me again, kissing me. Distracting me from the sharp noise of the restrains around my wrists getting cut. "You have a 2 minute headstart, sweet girl." He gives me a last tender kiss... and I know it will be the last tender kiss for a while now.
When he pulls back and puts the black mask with neon accents on, I waste no time, get up, and run as fast I can.
