Death's Little Games

chapter sixtheen

The grip around the glass was becoming quickly tighter as i glanced around the crowed area. Marcus's sister suprisingly sweet and bubbly. Unlike her brother.

A few kids ran around here and there, stopping for a few seconds to look at me before running off once again. I was complimented on my costume, just that it scared the kids.

One of the Armstrong cousin's already made a great impression on me, after all he is dressed like a Death Reaper. I could swear i jumped atleased seven feet high when i turned around and he stood behind me.

Of course he made a nice comment about a Death Angel making a very good match for a Death Reaper. He was cocky yet in a funny way. Perhaps i wore this costume because..

Maybe you did wear it because of Death.

My subconsious spoke out as i angrily gulped down another glass of the alcoholic substance, stomping my way into the corn maze.

Realising it was a very bad idea when i got lost. Every corner i took seemed to be a dead end, my feet ached in these overly high heels even though so worth it. I was becoming tired with my eyelids getting heavy.

That was until a drunken man fell into view dressed as a old farmer, with a bottle falling out of hes hand.

"Look who we got here. Pretty little Angel." He made hes steps forward tripping over hes own feet.

My back hit the haybales that surrounded all the dead ends. I was locked in a goddamm hay box ! The man slumped forward closer to me. My heart beat in my ears my gaze locked on him.

"You know, im not even supposed to. Be here." Hes hiccups and slow wording told me he was very much drunk.

He wasent supposed to be here ? In this maze or party all together ? Trailling a finger over my cheek i turned my head in disgust, slapping hes hand.

"Dont. Touch me." I spat out at him throwing him a glare, pushing at hes chest.

The sudden flare of hatred in hes eyes made me stumble backwards before he locked hes fingers around my neck.

"Watch your mouth little girl." He's other hand snaked over my stomach around to my back as my breath picked up speed.

Tears pricked in my eyes as he began dropping hes hand down my leg. Using my entire force to push him off only to recieve a tighter clasp around my neck blocking all the accessable air.

At the moment hes hand raised under the skirt of my dress, it didnt really matter as both of my hands were trying hard to loosen hes grip and catch some air. He's eyes went fearly wide, before dropping hes grip completely.

My legs gave up and i stumbled to the ground, wipping the tears away roughly inhaling air as i watched the body lying beside me.