The second we’re out of the car, Harley, dressed as Catwoman, takes my hand and drags me toward the house.
We’re immediately engulfed into the crowd that’s hovering by the entrance. She makes quick work of locating the drinks before we down one each and find the rest of the squad.
Most of them are on the dance floor, so without a second thought we join them.
The music pounds, my friends happy, if not already slightly drunk, surround me and I finally breathe a sigh of relief as I lift my arms above my head and grind my hips in time with the music.
One song blends into another, different members of the squad keep appearing with more drinks and as the time goes on, my head gets lighter and I begin to forget about everything and just enjoy myself. Even the masks of some of the students around me stop bothering me so much.
At some point, a warm pair of hands slide around my bare waist and a hot, firm body presses against my back.
“You really are trying to torture me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” Zayn’s smooth voice fills my ear as he moves against me.
The alcohol gives me confidence that I wouldn’t have on a normal day and I push my ass back into him and he groans in pleasure.
“You’re a tease, baby.”
“Who said I only tease?” I shoot over my shoulder as his hands begin to hesitantly skim up my stomach.
He’s about an inch from finding out that I’m bare beneath when he’s suddenly gone.
“What the—” I spin around, the room seeming to move along with me, telling me just how much I’ve had to drink but I don’t see Zayn, I don’t see anyone other than people enjoying themselves.
Two seconds pass as I try to figure out what the fuck just happened when I hear it.
“Trick or treat, little one?”
A violent shudder works its way through my body as his large hand clamps down on my hip. The other skates up my body, over my breast until it’s around my throat.
I swallow and the low chuckle that fills my ear tells me that he didn’t miss my fear.
The length of his body presses against my back, but unlike with Zayn, I don’t immediately relax back into him.
“What? So you’ll happily dance with that cocksucker, but you won’t with me? If I cared, little one, I’d be offended.”
Something hard hits the back of my head, but my alcohol fuzzed brain can’t register what it is.
“Dance,” he demands and as he rolls his hips against my ass, I have no choice but to follow the move.
I glance around at everyone surrounding us, but no one is paying us any mind, they’re all too lost in enjoying themselves.
My head continues to spin, and it’s not at all helped by his scent and the strength of his hold on me. It’s possessive, dominant, and fuck if it doesn’t make me want to submit.
His hand leaves my hip and slides up my stomach. Unlike with Zayn, there’s no hesitation as his fingers disappear under the fabric.
In seconds, his fingers find my naked breasts. My nipples pebble against the fabric of my top moments before one is covered by his giant hand.
“Oh god,” I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder as he squeezes.
Turning my head toward him, I expect to find his dark eyes boring down on me, only when I open my eyes, all I register is the mask and I scream bloody murder. I jump away from him, but his grip is too tight and I’m forced to stare at my worst nightmare. A fucking Jason mask. Of course that’s what he chose for tonight, fitting I guess seeing as he’s turning my life into a living nightmare.
“Let’s go,” he demands, removing his hand from my top and lacing his fingers through mine. For a second, I think the move is too sweet to belong to him, but that’s soon forgotten when he tugs me harshly behind him.
No one looks our way, so no one sees the fear that is written all over my face as I follow the devil himself to wherever he’s deemed suitable.
We climb two sets of stairs before he pushes a very squeaky door open and slips inside. The room is dark and dirty, one of the panes of glass on the window is broken, allowing the nighttime breeze to blow in, causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin. The moonlight is the only light, and it highlights the dust floating around in the air that we disturb as we enter.
Yeah, it’s not creepy at all. I’m in a derelict house, in an abandoned room with Jason freaking Voorhees. Nothing good can come from this.
He releases me, and as much as I might want to turn and run, I don’t. My sick fascination with what he’s going to do next leaves me frozen on the spot. That and the vodka that’s filling my veins.
Walking over to the window, he rips the mask from his head and drops it to the bare floorboards. The thud makes me jump and has my already pounding heart thumping against my ribs.
I’m sure he only has his back to me for seconds, but it feels like a lifetime has passed when he eventually turns his dark stare on me.
Something crackles and I feel it all the way down to my toes. I open my mouth to say something, but I don’t get a chance to figure out what it might be because he closes the space between us. In seconds, his fingers are around my throat and his lips are on mine.
His tongue demands entrance and parts my lips in
