Page 5 of Make Her Scream

“Rent it out?” I frown.

“Yeah, our girl said she doesn’t like crowds, so let’s give her no crowds. Plus, we could have some fun! It’s been a while since we have worn our masks with her.”

My cock stirs immediately at his words and the memories they conjure. Recollections of us, masked and robed, with Ophelia wearing nothing but a diaphanous dress that we could see everything through, running from us as we chased her down. It would be fucking hot to chase her through a carnival. Maybe the funhouse, or if they have it, a ghost train.

I grin. “Okay, you’ve persuaded me.”

His smirk is cocky as fuck. “Plus, we can take some offerings from there, too. For the gods.”

“Like what?”

“Small things that won’t arouse suspicion.”

A low chuckle escapes me. “Rome, I don’t think the gods want cotton candy.”

He shrugs. “They might love it. I’ll make some mead, too, and prepare some rare meat to place on my altar, but some sweet treats wouldn’t be bad.”

His phone pings, and he swipes the screen. “Got an email back from the carnival. They say they can rent it out privately for the price I offered and can do any night except Halloween itself.”

“How much did you offer?”

“A lot. I wanted to do this for her. Can I say yes?”

I glance upstairs as if I can see Ophelia in the bath, through the floorboards. “Yes. Fuck it.”

Now he’s put the idea into my head of chasing our girl around a deserted carnival in our masks, I can’t say no.

“Let’s keep it a surprise, though, about it being rented out just for us,” Roman says. “We can simply tell her we’re taking her to a carnival in a couple of weeks. Then when she gets there and realizes it is only us, the games can begin.”

She’s going to fucking love it, but I might enjoy it even more.

2

OPHELIA

I’m giddy with excitement and kind of nervous, too. I’m going to my first ever carnival tonight. It’s only a small, traveling affair, but that suits me because I’m a little bit anxious about it.

The guys have told me to dress up. It’s the night before Halloween, and apparently at this time of year, lots of women wear sexy outfits. I wonder what my men will be wearing. Maybe their masks?

I shiver in anticipation at that idea. They are so hot to me when they wear their masks. It makes them mysterious and a little less familiar. When they’re in their robes and masks, I can imagine they’re strangers, and that gives me a thrill, even if it’s kind of fucked up. I don’t really want to be ravaged by strangers, but some fun roleplay never hurt anyone.

Having no idea how to dress, I’ve asked my friend, Vani, to come and help me get ready. She’s due any minute now. The guys have all made themselves scarce so I can have the space to beautify myself in private. They said they’ll return to the tower thirty minutes before we leave, which doesn’t give them long to get ready at all, but I guess that’s guys for you.

I’d ordered some outfits online, after consulting with Vani, Mackenzie, and Camile too. We’re on a group chat now, which is nice because things got tense for a while. It’s been a stressful time between our friendship group, as Camile and Vani had issues, due to Camile dating Vani’s dad. He’s the president of the local biker club, and I must admit, I love my men dearly, but I can understand why Camile lost her head. Vani’s dad is kind of hot!

I rifle through the clothes I ordered and wonder which outfit to pick. The one I like the most is a long, dark red dress, which clings to my body like a second skin. It’s so different from the dresses I normally wear, but I think I might save it for another occasion. I’m not sure it will be very practical on the rides, and Roman mentioned something about a funhouse, where we might have to run from pretend ghosts and ghouls. I think something shorter and easier to move in is what’s needed for tonight.

My gaze lights up on one of the options Mackenzie had championed. In her words, ‘It’s Halloween and you get to be slutty—it’s practically expected.’ I pick up the short white dress with the red zipper running right down the front. It’s fashioned in the style of a nurse’s outfit, and even comes with a little hat thing, which I definitely won’t be wearing. There are twin red crosses which sit right over where my nipples would be.

A knock comes at the front door, and I drop the dress as if it’s on fire, my cheeks feeling warm. I do wonder about myself sometimes. I’m living with three men, all of whom I’m fucking in the most perverted way, and yet the idea of wearing a kinky outfit gets me all flustered. No matter how much I try to shake off the good, modest girl I was brought up to be, she’s still lingering underneath, trying to make herself known.

I hurry down the spiral staircase and go to open the door to my friend.

“Hey, girl,” she says, bustling in. She’s holding a vanity case in one hand and a bottle of rosé wine in the other. “Ready to have some fun?”

I laugh. “I don’t know, but it looks like you are.”

She kisses me on the cheek.