Page 21 of Shattered Souls

I make it back to the entrance for the next room. I grunt, turn and retrace my steps. A few steps and I see the table. One that was upright just yesterday, but now lays flat with a body bag on it.

I approach the bag, my hand hovering over the zipper, when a thick voice comes from the exit.

“I wouldn’t do that, little scarecrow.” I don’t even bother looking at him.

I unzip it just enough to see the same man as yesterday, his skin paler, but his eyes still stuck open and unseeing. I stifle my gasp by pressing my hand to my mouth.

“I warned you.” Seek growls as he grabs my arm.

“Why?” I manage to get out between choked sobs.

“Why what?” He leads me towards the maze for the final time.

“This is what you guys do, isn’t it? You kill people and just use their bodies as props to fulfill some sick fantasy.” I try and fail to shake his grip off of me.

“Better watch your mouth,” He leads me to the hidden door in the wall of the maze. “I warned you not to touch it. Don’t come crying to me when you put yourself in this situation.”

Hyde is standing at the door with his hands crossed over his chest. Seek shoves me into him and I stumble. Hyde wraps his arms around me to keep me from falling.

My exhaustion is so heavy that I don’t even care about the killer hands wrapped around me.

“Get her in there. And make sure to put her costume back.” Seek grunts before turning and leaving. Hyde moves robotically as he leads me to the concrete prison and shoves me in.

7

Hyde

“Please,” she pleads, but doesn’t stop herself from walking into the room. “Don’t make me get naked again.”

I shrug my shoulders at her.

GIVE DRESS. I crudely sign to her.

It’s strange going back to the basics of my language, but when she signed to me I got so excited to be able to communicate with her that I didn’t even care it took an extra thirty seconds to get a single word out.

Her face crumples, but she still removes the dress. I won't let my eyes roam her body this time. Instead, I grab the fabric and leave. To my surprise, she doesn’t say anything as the door shuts.

I head up to the dressing rooms.

“There you are.” Seek bitches the second my head emerges from the door.

“Yeah,” I toss her dress in the bin full of other costumes that need to be cleaned. “Just as you ordered, master.”

He rolls his eyes but, thankfully, doesn’t make any kind of comment on my attitude. There’s something uncomfortable spreading across my chest like wildfire every time I see her, and I’m not sure how much more I can handle.

I make quick work of shedding my muzzle and hanging up the fake meat hook that I keep out so as to not seem suspicious. I nod curtly to the few scare actors that give me the time of day, before slinking back into the house and getting in the shower.

Just like last night, my hand finds my already hard cock and glides up and down to the way she actually wanted to talk to me. The way her eyes lit up when I spelled my words out for her.

My head falls back as my release finds me.

“Get in here.” Seek calls out to me the following night.

I enter the living room, my shoulder adorned with fresh gauze once more, and find him leaned over the island counter. He has a few grocery bags neatly in front of him.

“What?” I sign.

“While you were out building her cage, I went out and got her some clothes, along with some other necessities.” He shoves one of the bags my way.