Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
"You sure you're ready for this, little girl?"
"Bring it on, Pennywise with Black Lips."
He almost drops his act by grinning, but Mr. Fake Pennywise quickly recovers and rings the web-covered bells behind him. Its funereal chime seems to serve as a cue, since all sorts of noise follow right after it.
Thunder rumbles, chains rattle, and ghosts moan as the shed doors slowly creak open all on its own, and my heart still races even though I know all of this is make-believe.
"See you on the other side, little girl."
The clown's whisper is the last thing I hear as I enter, and my heart jumps to my throat when the doors abruptly slam shut behind me.
Uh-oh.
I suddenly find myself wondering what I've gotten myself into. There's an exit sign just a few steps away from me, but since it's also labeled COWARD'S WAY OUT—-
Pride keeps me from being a wimp, and I force myself to move forward to the first room, which is completely dark and empty except for the light bulb glowing inside a fortune-telling machine, and a bald man stares at me with eerily realistic eyes from behind the glass walls of its prison.
"Hello, stranger." Its voice is low and heavy, and more demonic than robotic. "I will ask you a question, and if you answer right, I shall let you pass unharmed. But if you answer wrong, a monster shall come and devour you. Do you agree?"
The cover on the machine's control panel slides open to reveal a wireless keyboard underneath, and it even comes with customized Yes and No buttons that glow red in the dark.
I click 'Yes', and Creepy Mr. Bald peels his mouth open with a smile that highlights the viciously sharp edges of his blood-stained teeth.
"Do you know of a 1972 movie that revolves around a Victorian gentleman's obsession in understanding the supernatural phenomenon that only seem to appear in photos of people on death's door? Please type your answer in twenty seconds."
I know this!
"You typed 'The Asphyx.' That is correct. You may go...for now."
There's just a blackout curtain instead of a door that separates the next room from this, and I've only managed to slide it open a couple of inches when I see...something that immediately has my hands flying up to cover my face.
Oh.
Shit.
A part of me has always been incurably drawn to trouble, and it's that part which prevents me from simply squeezing my eyes shut...even when the spaces between my fingers just so happen to land on areas that allow me to see what I'm absolutely not supposed to see.
Is that Massimo Marchetti, fucking some girl against the wall?
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Panic attempts to take over my senses, but lust swiftly spirals up to battle it for control.
The logical side of me wants to get the hell out of here fast, but the crazier side of me is insisting I stay and watch for as long as I can get away with it.
How can this be happening?
All I wanted was some wholesome gruesome fun while answering quiz questions like the horror nerd that I am. All I wanted was to go back to my old troublemaking self—-
Oh.
They did say you have to be careful with what you wish for, and since I've always been a magnet for trouble...well, I can't dig a deeper grave than this, can I?
Shit, oh, shit.
I try convincing myself once again to do what's safe and right, which is to leave and forget this ever happened. But instead my gaze remains glued to the couple having sex in the next room.
It's a fact that every one of La Strega's four grandsons is as handsome (and fearsome) as a tall, black-haired, black-hearted devil, but since I've always secretly thought of Massimo as being the sexiest...maybe that's the reason why I can't just stop myself from turning into a full-fledged voyeur?
There's just something irresistibly hot about the way he lazily smiles, and while I admit to occasionally daydreaming about catching his eye like virtually every girl of every local famiglia is also guilty of—-
Seeing him fuck another girl is more than a little TMI even for me, and things get even more out of hand when I catch the briefest and most forbidden of glimpses of Massimo Marchetti's unbelievably enormous cock as he pulls all the way out of his lover's pussy.
My rebellious ways have always had to with being a rebellious smartass around authority...but I've never gotten in trouble involving the opposite sex. Just the thought of dating freaks me out, while the thought of watching porn embarrasses the shit out of me.
But thanks to the most incredible twist of fate...the first dick I see in real life happens to belong to Massimo Freaking Marchetti...and while he's fucking another woman to boot.
This really can't be happening, but since it is—-
Get your ass moving, Ysabel!