2…
My pulse spikes.
BrokenBee
I’ll be there
RaisedByWolves
Good girl.
Jesus…
RaisedByWolves
Come alone. Remember your safe word.
Vanish.
RaisedByWolves
I look forward to hunting you and listening to you squeal as you take my cock in every slutty little hole you have, BrokenBee.
The lit “online” icon next to his username goes dark.
My heart almost stops as I stare at his last message.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
There’s no way I can do this. None. This is how you get murdered in the park, idiot.
…Or, conversely, this is how you have the hottest experience of your life.
Maybe wanting to get chased by a stranger through Central Park at night is crazy. Perhaps wanting that stranger to hurt me, and pin me down, and violently fuck me is insane.
Wanting this to be how I lose my virginity is definitely lunacy.
But tonight, I want to try on crazy and see how it fits.
Before I know it, I’m blurting out goodbyes to everyone, throwing out some excuse about an early call time tomorrow, and bolting downstairs. I grab a taxi to my place, rip off my clothes, and get through my bizarre bathing routine as fast as I can.
Then I’m frowning at my open closet. I mean, what the fuck do you wear to a rape fantasy chase?
In the end, I go with a not-too-short skirt, moderate heels, and a cute top. I even manage to put my hair up into something other than my usual scraped-back dancer’s bun. I ignore one call from Naomi, then another from Milena. I add a touch of makeup. Then, as a last-minute thought, I open a drawer and pull out the blonde wig I got for a costume party last Halloween.
I have no idea who this person is that I’m meeting tonight. But they’re obviously a member of Club Venom, which means they may know Dante.
That means there is a very slight chance they’d know who I am. And I’d rather be safe than sorry.
I stuff the wig into my bag. Then I’m locking the door to my apartment, feeling like I’m about five seconds away from having a heart attack.
I barrel out the front door of my building, and immediately scream as I slam into a body.
“FUCK!” I choke, almost falling on my ass as I spring back. I’m met with an explosion of laughter. My heart manages to start again, and I realize it’s Naomi and Milena standing in front of me.
“Holy shit, jumpy much?” Milena laughs.
I smile weakly, trying to form a sentence. Or even a word.
“Oh, good!” Naomi beams, eying my outfit. “You read my texts!”
I blink. “Um, what?”
“My texts about us going out tonight to celebrate?”
I blink again. “I… No, I don’t think—”
Naomi’s brow furrows and she exchanges a suspicious look with Milena.
“What are you dressed up for, then?”
Yeah, like I’m going to tell them “Sorry, I can’t go out with you. I’m actually dressed up to go get chased and fucked by a stranger from the internet in Central Park”.
I laugh weakly. “Kidding! Yeah, let’s go! But I totally missed some of those texts. What are we celebrating, again?”
Milena groans. “My dad met with Boris Chernoff this afternoon about me potentially marrying his son, Anton.”
My face pales. “Fucking hell! Are you serious?! Why are we celebrating that?”
