Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(15)

No.

Masks.

Skulls.

Somehow, I tripped over my own two feet and stumbled backward. My ass hit the concrete hard as I went down, and I stared up at them, completely paralyzed with fear.

And before I could even get a chance to bring myself to move, a dark hood came down over my head, cutting out the light.





MICAH





Pulled violently from my sleep, I stared up at several dark figures hovering over my bed. Suddenly, they were reaching down with black leather, gloved hands. Something was shoved into my mouth before I could even make a sound. A hood was yanked down over my head, and I was tossed onto my stomach. I struggled against them as a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins.

My hands were secured behind my back with something cold and hard. A zip tie? Whatever it was, it cut into my wrists, and it was impossible to break free. My vision was cut off, and every desperate attempt to scream was muffled by whatever had been stuffed down my throat.

The intruders didn’t make a single sound as they pulled me from the bed. My knees gave out, and I crashed onto my bedroom floor, hearing their heavy footsteps surrounding me. I was yanked up and thrown over someone’s shoulder.

A dull ringing settled in my ears, and I slipped further into fight or flight. Except, no matter how much I squirmed in their tight grip, they kept me locked in place.

Even though I could no longer see a thing, I became completely aware of my surroundings. Crickets chirped, and the wind howled. They’d brought me outside in just seconds. Through the window, possibly?

I grunted, flopping my body around with all of my might, like a fish out of water.

“Shit,” one of them snarled as I fell onto the cold, damp grass.

Suddenly, they had me by my arms and ankles, as they carried me through the night. I faintly heard the sound of a vehicle door sliding open, hinting at some type of van.

Without warning, they tossed me inside, and I landed with a hard thud. At this point, I knew I’d failed. There was no escaping now.

I was doomed.

Time seemed to stop, but I knew it was passing.

My captors remained silent.

We came to a dead stop, and I rolled right onto my face from the quick force of the driver slamming on the brakes. They pulled me out of the car, and I stumbled out into the brisk air. Where was I? What the hell did they want?

Was this the end?

Was I really going to die on my eighteenth birthday?

Two figures stood at my sides, with a firm grip on my shoulders, directing me through the woods. I could tell from the feeling of the dirt, and leaves crunching beneath my feet. I tripped over several branches along the way, but they somehow managed to keep me upright.

It was a long walk. It felt like forever.

My heart pounded violently against my ribcage, and I was on high alert, waiting for some kind of blow to the head. Why else would they be leading me into the woods in the middle of the night?

Suddenly, I was tossed over someone’s shoulder once more, carried up several steps. The sound of a door creaking open caught me off guard. Where the fuck had they taken me?

What the hell was happening?

The moment they chained me to a chair, my eyes widened, and I blinked rapidly through the darkness. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, and rolled down the sides of my face. Claustrophobia crippled me. It was now becoming a struggle to breathe.

The chains clattered as I struggled beneath them.

Then, out of nowhere, the hood was pulled off my head. My eyes adjusted to the dim light of several lanterns spread in all corners of the room. Several dark figures loomed within the shadows. Finally, they all stepped forward, standing tall. Motionless. Dressed in all-black clothing, chrome skull masks hid their faces. A chill immediately swept through me.

One of them came out of the darkness and stepped beside me, towering over me. I flinched, rattling the metal chains, and trying to snap the zip tie. It cut at my skin, yet I didn’t stop for even a second. My adrenaline pumped wildly as I watched him pull out a knife from his jacket pocket.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited for the pain to strike.

Until, he swiftly slashed through the zip tie, giving me back the feeling of my hands. My racing heart began to slow. Glaring up at the skull masking their identity, I breathed hard. Lifting their gloved hand, they hesitated at my lips, before pinching at the fabric and removing the gag from my mouth.

“Who the hell are you?” I bit out, running my tongue over my cracked, dry lips. Tensing my body against the chains, I tested their strength. They were completely solid.

And there were at least eight of them spread out in the room, and possibly even more hiding within the shadows.

With every scenario I played in my head, I only knew one thing. There was no possible way of getting out of this alive.

“Welcome, Micah,” a deep voice said aloud. “To the night of your eighteenth.”





CHAPTER SIX





DAMIEN





5 YEARS LATER





Her tits bounced all over the place as I fucked her forcefully from behind. My hips smacked loudly against her ass with each thrust. I drove into her harder, reaching around to the front of her waist to slip my hand between her thighs.

I pressed my fingers over her clit, and her legs began to shake, sending her jolting forward.