They share a look, and their eyes widen as their gazes fall back on mine. They don’t say a single word. My perception of time slows down, and the memories of my crazy night are now shrouded in uncertainty and horror.
I thought…
Wait…
Molly didn’t hire them?
Who…?
What the fuck?!
My phone buzzes. It’s a message from an unknown number. Attached to it is a link to a video file. Molly and Joel watch as I unlock the message with shaky hands.
“What is it, Alex?” Molly asks, stepping closer. I take a step backward as my mind reels at the attachment.
I don’t remember this… Oh my god! They filmed it. I was drugged. They fucked me and cut me while I was unconscious!
Fintan’s once-white mask is stained red as he paints himself in my blood.
God, I’m going to be sick.
My heavy breaths get stuck in my throat as the camera zooms in and focuses on my back. Kieran is carving their names into my lower back while Fintan holds the camera and fucks my mouth—his free hand holding my head up by my hair. His piercings must have caused the raw feeling… My stomach churns as I tap out of the video before I see any more of it. I can’t.
I scroll past the video, and my expression pales as I read the message.
They’re typing again. My heart thunders wildly as I wait for more horrific messages to flood my phone.
Should I respond?
Maybe I should go to the cops…
Instantly, I feel faint as the memories of last night shatter like glass as I realize the true danger I was in. Everything could have gone terribly wrong at any time, and I’d have never known it wasreal.
They know my name.
They have my number.
What else do they know about me?
Do they know where I live?
The End…