Page 23 of Escape

She looked fucking gorgeous with rage in her eyes.

For the first time since I met her, I witnessed Jasmine truly stand up for herself and it was stunning.

Pride swelled in my chest as desire pooled low in my belly. I had never expected all of that. Yes, I thought it would be fun to see her experiment a little bit, but my perfect girl exceeded my expectations and passed the test with flying colors. I was so proud of her.

Every slam of her foot into her very shitty, very dead husband matched the pulse drumming away at my clit. A smirk crawled across my lips at the thought of that ugly barrier between us finally being broken.

Nothing stood between my girl and me now.

When she turned her attention away from him and screamed at the ceiling, cursing me and our game, it only made my need for her double. I would’ve gladly let her hate-fuck all her frustrations into me, draining it out until she loved me again.

Only a few more tests and that’s exactly what we’d be doing.

My nipples hardened, stabbing harshly into my sports bra. I hissed through my teeth at the sensitivity as I tried to smooth them back down. I was getting way too flustered.

I hadn’t even planned on going into the room for the last test, but the urge to be near her was eating away at me. I needed to hold out for just a bit longer. The end was in sight.

The next test was a lot more fun. A release, you could say. But after that, the following test was probably mentally harder than what she had just passed. Hopefully, with her newfound power, she’d be able to do it. I had all the confidence in the world in her. She’d been choosing herself the entire night and I hoped it didn’t stop there.

After Jasmine finished screaming until her voice went hoarse and she collapsed onto the floor, I pressed a button so the door popped open. I sat back in my seat, connected the webcam in front of me and waited for the next show to begin. One that we’d both be starring in.

For a while, she sat there. I almost thought she’d given up as she stared blankly in front of her. But she eventually pushed to her feet, grabbed her supplies, wiped her eyes and headed towards the door.

My babydoll was still in the game and I couldn’t wait to watch how she’d blossom.

Chapter 20

Jasmine

After I screamed until I couldn’t anymore, numbness took over. My husband’s still-warm, dead body behind me felt like a distant dream. Like the outside world had faded away, our marriage never happened and all that was real was inside these high school walls. I tried to cry for him, I really did, but nothing inside me felt sorry.

Maybe I was just as fucked up as him.

I finally pushed to my feet, packed all of my supplies into the backpack and prepared to finish whatever the fuck I’d been forced to start.

My legs moved, almost on autopilot, toward the open door. A twisting, red line of wet spray paint stretched from the threshold of the classroom, down the hall and around a curve.

I followed it through the halls, the smell burning my nose and invading my brain. Maybe I could just bend down and huff this shit until I pass out.

Only slightly lightheaded, I reached the end of the trail. It was another classroom, but this one was empty besides a recliner in the middle of the room and some kind of medical device. My heart thundered in my chest as I took a cautious step through the door. It slammed behind me the second I stepped over the threshold, of course.

I crept closer, examining the chair and the device, realizing it was an EKG machine. A blinding light flashed in my eyes. As I shielded my face, her voice surrounded me.

“Hello again, Jasmine.”

I turned slowly and found the masked demon projected onto the wall. I looked into her eyes, enlarged on the video, her head tilted to the side.

Not a video. A livestream.

My skin prickled as I backed away, the backs of my knees brushing against the plush leather recliner.

“Don’t be afraid, babydoll, or you might fail your next test before it even starts. Take a seat.”

She stretched her hand out in front of her, as if motioning to the chair behind me. I swallowed hard, carefully lowering myself down.

“Good. Now, to your left, you’ll see an EKG machine. Go ahead and attach those sticky pads here.” She pointed to a spot on her own chest. “Here and here, then flip that switch.”

I obeyed. Immediately, the monitor flashed to life and started beeping at a quick but steady rhythm.