A sign for one of the attractions is still lit up in the distance. A slight moment of relief washes over me when I see that it's the hall of mirrors, but it sits at the end of the park. Think, Scarlet, where's the next closest hiding spot?

  My eyes quickly scan to find the closest thing to me: the damn carousel.

  I hope to god Parker senses my panic and finds me soon.

  Chapter XV

  PARKER

  I’m close; the vibration of Scarlet’s distress fills my mind as I make my way down the dark halls leading to the pit. I guess I should have been a bit more specific on just how twisted my mother is for turning the only thing I used to love about the realm into a battleground.

  The pitt used to be the area's amusement park, the only attraction that bleeds pure innocence for any children that had the displeasure of living in the realm. Priscilla was always a twisted, disgusting case of a woman, but when I was younger, she had a small piece of her that allowed her to show very little affection to me.

  Even if it was her own form of babysitting, the pitt was my playground, my escape from being heir to a position I never wanted. Becoming the protector of the realm had its perks. I’m not gonna lie, but after a while, it consumed me, turning me into this unrecognizable animal.

  Being young and naive, I wanted to worship the woman I would eventually call mine forever, make her bubble baths, and rub her feet on her long, hard days. Hell, I wanted to be there for their every call and desire.

  Years of killing my targets changed me, I will admit that, but a glow of warmth still remains now only for Scarlet. Scarlet, my sweet little dreamer, is the prey I would catch without ever having to be told every day if I could.

  She deserves the kind of love that leaves her speechless every day—the kind of love that the person blessed to love her will take any weight she holds on her shoulders and make it their own to bear. That person will be me; the world won’t ever weigh her down with me by her side.

  Through the channels, Alyssa has already made me aware that she has made contact with Scarlet by saving her ass from the many traces of evil left within the infirmary. With the severe distress coursing through Scarlet’s veins right now, we have an even bigger problem that even Alyssa can’t fix; this problem requires some “physical” attention.

  The glow of the Pitt comes into view, resonating with a familiar sense of nostalgia. Like the rest of the realm, the park's presence only holds a sense of death rather than the old sounds of fun and joy. I shouldn’t be surprised that my mother would manifest an enemy that would serve as a challenge against both Scarlet and I, but my mother doesn’t know me like I do.

  I swear she does something’s just to spite me. I’ll take back that statement. Of course she does; this is what I get for betraying her.

  I shouldn’t have even brought Scarlet back here, but without my tether to the Realm being disposed of, I wouldn’t be able to go back to Scarlet’s world with her.

  Going back to kidnap her was a quick trip, and staying in the mortal world drains any power I hold from the Realm very slowly, in a way; killing my own mother will grant me being human. Luring my mother out will be easy; all I have to do is become preoccupied with Scarlet, and I’m certain the bitch will make an unwelcome appearance again.

  The hall of mirrors is the hidden gateway back to the real world. I need to make sure Scarlet and I make it there in one piece before Priscilla makes her inevitable appearance.

  Let’s focus on getting Scarlet out of harm's way first, Parker.

  I hear the sound of a blade scraping against the ground—a sound that used to be Scarlet’s signal to run or else her pussy would end up pulsing around my thick cock—but this time it’s a signal for death.

  The executioner must be present in his territory right now; my mother wouldn’t make haste about making him aware of what was coming his way.

  She was hoping he would do her job for her, of course. Knowing Scarlet's stamina, she can separate herself from this guy long enough to maybe have 15 minutes of safety. There’s no time limit on safety if I can help it.

  Running faster than I ever have, I purposefully scrape my blade against the ground as I run, letting him know a true fight is coming his way. Scarlet’s tucked behind a seat on the carousel, curled into a ball, praying she will not be found.

  Finally, my opponent comes into view, his broad back facing me as I bring the blade over my shoulder, slamming it down onto his. Blood begins to run down the back of his shoulder; the sight sends me into a frenzy.

  In a sawing motion, I give it all my strength to hack this fucker's arm off—the same arm that wields his weapon. With a hard thump, his left arm falls to the ground. The energy flowing through his body right now gives him, ultimately, about the same amount of strength I wield.

  He turns around slowly, not phased by the loss; foolishly, he begins walking towards murmuring curses in the realm's native language. I never cared to learn it; I never needed to know it.

  “We’re going to end this quickly.” I manage to grind it out before throwing my blade to the left.

  As my blade meets his neck, it cuts so fast that his face is left frozen in shock. A necklace of crimson begins to drip slowly down his butcher's apron onto the ground below his feet.

  His knees begin to buckle as his body slams to the ground, and his weight causes the ground to rumble as he finishes with a face full of dirt. The sound of footsteps meets my ears as Scarlet slowly walks toward me.

  Staring at the lifeless body on the ground, her expression screams speculation about whether he is even dead. I clear my throat, wanting to draw her attention to me, not only to look at her beautiful face in this moonlight but to assure her the deed is done.

  The adrenaline from my frenzy earlier rushes through my body, but in the form of arousal at the sight of my little dreamer untouched. My cock hardens in response.

  I’m about to make her relive those dreams of ours.

  Oh, the moments we shared together. She might not remember, but I used to watch Scarlet as soon as I received her as my next assignment.

  I always like to spy on my targets and get a feel for their routine so I know the best time and place to find them at their most vulnerable. As soon as I laid my eyes upon her in her apartment that night, filling her tight cunt with her fingers, I wanted to destroy this woman in ways she had never been destroyed before.

  The image replays over in my hand like it's happening in front of me.Scarlet's legs spread out, her fingers driving in out of her cunt slowly as she licks two fingers off her other hand slowly with shut eyes. She begins rubbing her nub vigorously in a circular motion.

  I let out a growl beneath my helmet, slowly dropping my blade. I can’t wait any longer to bury myself deep inside of her.

  “Remember how we would play our own version of tag in those dreams of yours, Scarlet? You could run all you want, but you could never escape me?” She stills at my question but slowly nods her head.

  She knows exactly where this is going, as I can feel the heat from her arousal resonate in my head.

  "Run, little dreamer. If I catch you, I’m going to devour you until you scream.” I rasp.

  I think this time I’m going to keep my helmet on and tack on that little bit of fear that was missing in my girl's heart the first time I fucked her in the infirmary. Her cheeks redden, but like a good little girl, she turns and bolts straight for the house of mirrors. Mmmmm, this is going to be my favorite place in the realm all over again.

  I begin to keep a steady pace, not letting myself reach Scarlet just yet. I want this time to be a little bit of a chase; the wait will be worth it once I get Scarlet right where I want her to be.

  Gasping around my cock for air as she watches from every angle in the hall of mirrors.Fuck, it’s going to be such a sweet sight, my little dreamer down on her knees for me finally.

  If I wasn’t so paranoid of our danger that lingered back at the infirmary, I would’ve nearly skull-fucked her into tears for demanding me to reveal my ugly mug. I smirk at the thought.

  Can’t sass me with a mouth full of cock Scarlet.

  This time she's going to be fucked with every ounce of primal rage I’ve built up in my chest these past couple of days of us being separated. I want to punish her this time. I want her to ache with every movement, no matter how brutally she will break.

  I take a deep breath, picking up my speed slightly. She jumps over a tipped-over trash can, making her entrance into the Hall of Mirrors.

  ``Such a good little girl.” I coo under my helmet, and the suspense along with the shrill fear of being caught by me, I’m sure, has her little pussy sopping for me right now.

  Boy, once I get my hands on you, little dreamer, I’m going to slurp your pussy like the juicy little peach it is.

  She won't remember how to speak once I’m done with her. Up until this point, I’ve been quite gentle with Scarlet. This time, though, oh, she is going to scream for me.

  Her scream alone will signal my mother to lure her right into our trap.

  I sound crazy.

  Hell, I know I’ve been a little crazy all along, but for Scarlet. I'm insane; it drives me mad, my head spins, and the whole world shifts, making me see things as they really should have been all these years, not the shambles my mother has driven the realm to.

  I make my way around the tipped-over trash can, basking in the warmth of the torches marking the entrance to my sex dungeon.

  Since it was abandoned, I came back and made some renovations on it so it looked as it did back in the innocent days. Except for a few minor changes I made to help my urges, I brought a few of the local whores here, trying to test it out and see if I ever had any potential of finding a woman that would melt from my hate fucking them while they dangled from the ceiling.

  Those few didn't last, of course; not even 5 minutes did any of them last before they were pleading with their safe word, begging me to stop.

  If Scarlet were to tell me to stop, I would try my hardest, of course, but a part of me worries, I won’t be able to. I shake my head, reminding myself that I have control and that I’m confident in my little dreamer. I would be fucking crazy not to be since we’re in this situation with my own mother trying to kill us and shit.

  I slowly walk into the hall of mirrors, taking a deep inhale as the scent of Scarlet fills my nose. Channeling my mind to read hers, she’s aroused and, at the same time, anxious.

  The things you have to wait for are always the best things, my dear Scarlet. Or are you anxious because, deep in that little mind of yours, you know I’m going to tear you the fuck apart?

  “We both know what happened the last time you tried to run from me.” Taking light steps so that she can’t hear my boots.

  Turning the corner, I look at the mirror lining my right side. At the very end, there she is. Her chest is heaving from running still, and her face is painted red from the arousal leaking through her folds.

  ”Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies.” I start.

  In response, Scarlet shifts further down the hall, taking a left turn and heading right into my trap set for her.

  It only takes me a few steps with added speed to turn down the same corner Scarlet takes; she must not realize I know this mirror maze like the back of my hand from the endless hours of hiding in here from my mother when I wasn’t ready to be dragged back to my despicable reality. Taking one last deep breath in. Her scent fills my nose again, but much stronger than when I first stepped in here.

  I could hear heavy breathing around another corner.

  Oh, did you meet the dead end of my trap, little prey?

  Just as I’m only an arm's length away from her, I finish.

  “Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!” Letting the last word of the nursery rhyme boom from my chest, I reach around the corner, making eye contact with Scarlet in the mirror as I grasp her neck, dragging her to be only a few centimeters from my helmet.

  ”Good girl, falling right into my trap, Scarlet; now the real fun starts.” I throw her over my shoulder, feeling her fists hit my back. I throw my hand up, slapping her ass, to remind her who's in charge here.

  I did win our little game of tag after all; I just want to claim my prize, her.

  "Parker, I could just walk to wherever you plan on dragging me!” she shouts.

  ”But where would the fun be in that? Besides, you’ll need the little energy you would use from taking those couple of steps, my dear, especially what I have in store for you.” Giving up, she lets out a sigh, her head dropping slowly.

  She knows not to argue by now.

  With her slung over my shoulder like a ragdoll, I walk back the way we both came in and take the opposite turn from earlier. Either way, Scarlet would have been mine tonight. I enter the pentagon-shaped room of mirrors.

  The suspension I installed a long time ago is still fully intact, with a pair of leather cuffs hanging from each side, awaiting Scarlet’s wrists to be clamped while I consume her. I place her on her feet.

  "On your knees, little dreamer." Without question, she lowers herself to her knees with her hands behind her back.

  Yes, my submissive girl already knows what's coming.

  I unzipped my pants while taking every inch of the sight of her submitting to me. My cock stands at attention as soon as I push my pants down.

  I pull it out slowly, rubbing the tip and slowly spreading my precum around. I walk over to Scarlet, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her eyes onto mine.

  "Have a taste." I chirp as I slowly push the tip of my cock past her soft lips.

  She obliges, opening her mouth wide for me as I feel her wrap her tongue around the underside of my cock.

  "Fuck Scarlet." I groan. She moans around my cock in response, and I peer down to see her eyes staring up at me with a look of challenge behind her eyes.

  I gripped the back of her head, ramming my cock down her throat.

  Spit and foam begin to drip down her throat, and the sound of her moans gargled is enough to make me erupt in her mouth. I pull my cock out of her mouth, smacking the tip against her lips to just shove it back down her throat.

  Like a sync dance, Scarlet moves her head forward, meeting my thrusts to have my cock ram the back of her sweet throat. My orgasm is riding so close.

  Not yet, Parker.

  I pull my cock out of her mouth quickly while pulling her head back to release the trance her mouth has my cock in.Standing her up, I immediately took her arms, sending them over her head.

  I begin clamping the leather cuffs around her wrists. They’re at the perfect height, making Sharon stand on her tippy toes to stay upright. Stepping back, I take a moment to take in the sight of Scarlet’s hands above her head; her long black hair lay perfectly on her chest, just over her tits.

  “Mmmm, you look just ravenous in my cuffs, like they were made for you, Scarlet; as a matter of fact, this whole setup is just for you.” Circling around her, I slowly remove my helmet, tossing it to the side.

  I step forward, my cock bulging as I press it against her ass. I begin to lower my head against her ear, taking a deep inhale of her hair.

  God, she smells like fucking heaven.

  Taking the knife out of the back of my belt I pull it out in front of her face, watching her eyes nearly bulge out of her head in the mirror. Everywhere she turns, all she’ll be able to see is me taking her, loving her, and lusting over her.

  She deserves to see what I see. I flipped the knife down in one slick movement.

  I begin tracing from the top of her pants up through the middle of her shirt, splitting the fucker in half so her tits were on full display. Her nipples were perfectly round and hard-begging me to suck on them.

  I begin tracing the knife past her navel, slowly making the blades way up the middle of her perfect round breasts.

  I let my tongue dart out, running it along her ear. I breathe out in a low voice.

  ”I’m about to have so much fun with you.``

  Looking at us in the mirror, I let a grin slide across my face, my eyes darkening as Scarlet let out a low moan in response to my words. Her lips are in a perfect o, and her eyes are closed, letting me know she’s ready for me.

  "Look at us,Scarlet; watch me devour every inch of you." I whisper close to her ear.

  Oh let the fun begin.

  SCARLET

  We’re here—the halls of mirrors—finally together finally.I missed being in his presence more than I realized.

  While I somehow kept my composure together and didn't slump to the floor crying and kicking like I wanted to, the sight of Parker entering the park brought tears to my eyes.

  I was heading down a tunnel looking for something to bring the light, and there he was,holding the damn torch. As corny as it sounds, it's true: I’d be dead right now if he hadn't made his entrance into my life.

  If he hadn't come for me, Priscilla would have, and I will choose him over anything every fucking time.

  It's a little chilly in here; my tits are hard and on perfect display for Parker as he continues to slide the end of the blade up and down my core. His breath hitches from behind me as he pushes down very slightly, enough that a little line of blood trickles down to my navel.

  “Have you ever watched yourself get fucked, Scarlet?” The question comes so suddenly that it takes me a moment to answer.

  ”No.” I manage to push out, which must not have been the wrong answer since he brings his hand around, gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him through the mirror.

  ”No, what?” He says with a devious smirk, his eyes darkening as they pierce me through the mirror, that if he stared any harder, the glass would shatter.

  ”No Sir.” I whisper.

  A smile spreads across his face; he lets go of my face moving in front of me. Grasping onto both sides of my pants, he yanks them down, exposing my glistening pussy.Getting on his knees, he brings his lips only a pucker away from touching my clit.

  ”Just a small taste.” He says that before shoving his tongue past my lips, I nearly lost balance from the sudden thrust of pleasure.

 

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