The Ghostface cursed under his breath. The little redhead had just dashed out of range of his swing, leaving him reeling into a wall and bouncing off it uselessly. She turned back once, crouched down and flashed him a taunting grin, and clicked her flashlight in defiance before taking off again, loudly vaulting a railing and disappearing into one of the seemingly endless rooms this goddamn place had.
Meg didn't bother to check behind her as she sprinted into the next hall, even as her breath hitched and she came to a stop. None of the others were nearby; but she thought she saw Dwight and Claudette's shadow earlier in the match. They were competent enough. She could do her own thing in the meantime. She kept her breathing shallow and low as she turned another corner in search of another generator. There was definitely one nearby, right? There had to be. She hugged the curve of the hallway as she moved, acutely aware that it would be a few minutes before she could run like that again.
The Ghostface crouched low, silencing the ambient terror that usually surrounded him; he'd heard a generator explode from somewhere on the upper levels, but he was too focused on how the redhead had embarrassed him to care. Danny knew that he would absolutely be getting fucked over by not patrolling gens, but right now he didn't give a shit.
Deciding on a whim to look through the offices instead of taking the left hall, he heard a noise that definitely sounded like his Ruin totem being cleansed. Readying his knife, he prayed to whatever was listening that this was her.
Meg kept herself silent as she carefully pulled the pieces of the totem apart. This was like the worst game of Jenga in the history of ever, if Jenga had a little pile of lit candles beneath it and fucking it up meant a knife in her stomach. Thankfully, she was awesome at Jenga.
She licked the tips of her fingers and pinched the wicks of the candles individually with a wince at the touch of the flames. It sucked, but not as bad as if she left it lit.
Danny leaned around the corner, and yep, there she was, the thunderous noise that echoed throughout the trial letting everyone know they could proceed to whip away at the generators without Ruin hanging over their heads. Oh, this bitch would pay. Silently stalking, he could feel the promise of an instant knock-down getting closer as the anticipation built, and just as the redhead made a move to open a chest, the rush of blood in Danny's ears told him his newfound ability had done what it promised. Her heartbeat crashed in his ears as he stood to his full height, knife up and instantly down, targeting her leg.
Run now, bitch.
Meg didn't even realize she screamed until it rang in her ears and she fell forward trying to pull her leg away, hitting her forehead against the edge of the chest with a thud. Blood oozed out of her calf as she scrambled on the floor. Despite her best judgement, her animal instinct told her to look behind her at her attacker, even though she knew it was that Ghostface fucker. God, this guy sucked. Something about his stupid Halloween mask and "tactical" gear made him look terrifying and pretentious. And those floating strips of black cloth that trailed behind him...she supposed it had something to do with the Entity, but just looking at it made her angrier. What an ass.
Danny grinned beneath the mask, proud of himself for striking exactly where he knew it would hurt most. Straddling her, he grabbed hold of her back braid and yanked her head up next to his.
"Now, now, what made you think you could just run away from me like that, huh, sweetheart?"
Laughing when she groaned out a nonsense reply, he stood up, and hoisted her onto his shoulder to take her to a hook, before hearing the telltale sound of... the final generator firing up.
God fucking damn it.
"You aren't fast enough," Meg gasped out as she wriggled in his hold. If she was going to lose this trial, at least she could hope it gave the others enough time to escape.
Cocky little shit, wasn't she? Without ceremony, he tossed her from his shoulder, nowhere near a hook. He stared down at her as she looked up at him, confused, before her eyes darted around the floor. Maybe she thought he was giving her the hatch? Un-fucking-likely.
What was he playing at? If the others knew what was good for them they wouldn't come looking for her, she could find the hatch if she needed to. They'd get the doors open soon enough. Maybe he was hoping to go after one of the others. Whatever the case was, she needed to get away from him, now. She dragged her injured leg across the floor as she attempted to crawl to the door.
Danny squatted down in front of her, tilting his head to the side with amusement. "Where ya goin'?" He taunted, waving his knife around.
"Fuck you!" With the remainder of her strength, she raked her nails up and across where his face was likely to be - well, as long as he was human under there, and not a weird alien thing or a weird mutant thing. She wasn't sure which would be more scary, if he was a monster or a human under the mask.
Ripping it up answered her first question; the bottom half that was visible was a human-looking chin.
The mask coming up knocked Danny's hood down, and the blast of cool air felt strange. He hardly ever took his mask off, here, since he didn't technically need to eat or drink.
"Little bitch," he spat, watching as she continued to try and crawl away from him. Snagging her uninjured leg, he yanked her back, eliciting a scream. He looked around quickly to see if the Entity would show him the auras of anyone nearby, and was satisfied to see nobody seemed to be coming to help. A wicked smile formed on his face as a thought occurred to him.
"Let's play a game, red," he moved in front of her, blocking the doorway out of the room. "It's called, what will you do to prevent me from killing you?"
Meg's heartbeat pounded in her ears as she glared at the smug bastard. She had half a mind to just let him kill her, get it over with without being toyed with. But…
If he was distracted with her, it bought the others time. The thought of getting everyone else out as a "fuck you" to this asshole electrified her energy.
"We can play," she breathed raggedly, "if you put the mask back on. You look better that way."
Danny clicked his tongue, sliding it down to its proper place. Pulling his hood back up, he flipped his palms up in a motion that feigned submission.
"How about this, then." He picked her up on his shoulder again and felt her start to wriggle again. "Better stop that shit if you don't want to get hung out to dry," he warned.
Against all her senses, Meg allowed herself to go limp for just a moment. She'd buy into whatever he asked for now, but she'd move again if he started to get anywhere near a hook. The stab wound throbbed as blood dripped down on his shroud. "You're a real piece of shit," she hissed.
"So they say," he replied with a smirk, carrying her upstairs, away from anywhere the hatch could potentially pop up. Once he found the locker room and was satisfied that it had a lack of exits, he set her down, a little more carefully than before, and allowed her to haul herself up onto a bench.
Meg clenched her fist to avoid touching her injury and rested her head against the wall. What the hell was his deal? Most killers would've finished her already, but even with his stupid mask on, there was an aura of self-satisfaction about him keeping her alive that unsettled her. Actually, this entire scenario unsettled her, from the way he placed rather than dropped her to the closed-off location. "Okay. We're in your little lair now," she said with a glare, "so now what?"
"You want to live, right? So you'll do what I say."
Shit. She steadied herself on the bench and summoned the rest of her courage to look at him approximately where his eye was.
"Fine." She seriously, seriously hoped the others would run out while she bought them time.
Danny grinned wide, heart quickening in excitement. "Unzip the top."
Oh fuck. Meg clenched both her fists now. Fucking men, didn't matter if there was a horrifying, cross-dimensional Entity ruining your fucking life, it was always about their dicks, huh? He definitely wasn't going to have her stop at the top, either. Fuck.
She exhaled slowly through the pain and the realization that she had mouthed off and gotten more than she bargained for, and with slightly shaky hands she pulled the zipper at her neck down to reveal her black sports bra and toned stomach. "There. Happy now?"
He shook his head, cinch straps on his inner thigh making him acutely aware that he really hadn't designed this costume with anything other than killing in mind, and took in the sight of her stomach, her gorgeous abs glistening with sweat from the earlier chase. "Not nearly satisfied with that," he cooed, his knife twirling gently as he fiddled with his grasp on the handle. Jesus, the look on her face was good, why hadn't he ever noticed how attractive she was before?
"Fucker." The tremors in her fingers made undoing the relatively simple clasp of her bra an event on its own before she even attempted to pull it down her body, careful to keep her shirt on as she pulled her arms through. He wasn't getting that much for free. "Anything else, your fucking highness?"
He chuckled low, approaching with a quick couple steps, and pressed the flat of his blade against her skin, sliding it teasingly and catching her shirt on it, sliding one side down and off her shoulder. "I like the sudden respect, darling. Although I usually prefer a different name," he hissed in her ear, feeling her shudder.
Goosebumps formed where the cold metal touched her, and her stomach fluttered under his breath in terror - arousal - no; terror. He smelled like smoke and rubbing alcohol mixed with some sort of cheap, vaguely masculine cologne. She wrinkled her nose. "What, like 'Ghostface?' Do you even know how stupid that sounds? Uncreative, too," she breathed, although she wished she would stop talking as her voice shook.
He switched sides and repeated the process with her other shoulder, her sport top falling back behind the bench with hardly a sound. She shivered, staring up at him with her hands rigid at her sides, petite and perky breasts slowly rising and falling with her shaky breaths. "No," he finally responded, unbuckling the belts at his hips, allowing the shroud to part and working at the belt holding his black jeans up. "I tend to go for 'sir'."
Danny undid the fasten on the pants, easing them open enough to allow himself to pop out, and the look on her face made him chuckle involuntarily.
Against her will, Meg's eyebrows rose at his size before reminding herself that this was a very, very bad situation. She wondered if this was even allowed. She glanced around nervously, almost expecting a horrible, black tendril to appear from the walls and snatch one of them away.
"A-and what am I meant to do with that...thing?" she stammered as her courage sapped away.
Danny rolled his eyes under his mask, even though he knew she couldn't see it. "Christ, what, are you a virgin or something? Jerk it, unless you want me to stuff it in you right now, which I promise would be much more of an ordeal for you."
Meg swallowed drily as she brought her hand up to his cock. Okay. This was doable. She had a lot of energy pent up in high school. She got most of it out running, but there was always enough left over to mess with the boys after practice. Her eyes wandered down his length. She half-considered tugging on it hard enough to injure him for a few moments, but the reality was her leg was too badly hurt to run even if he was preoccupied with a stretched out dick. She wasn't even sure if she could hurt him. Her best bet was to just go with it, maybe get him to the point where he'd be dazed enough that he'd let her go. She gathered saliva in her mouth and spat on his cock before she wrapped her fingers around him. She stroked rhythmically, and even though she couldn't see under his mask, his stature appeared to slack under her hand. Meg scoffed. "Are you a virgin?"
Danny had to resist the urge to haul off and backhand her for being such a mouthy little cunt, but her touch was too damned good to get too angry. "Hardly," he sighed, bringing a gloved hand up to the back of her head and gripping onto it, winding his fingers in her hair. She whined a little, provoking him, and he jerked her head upwards to look at him. "Suck it."
Meg struggled slightly under his grasp before he forced her head down and brought her lips to his tip. Her hand was still at his base with a firm grip. She glowered at him as she put her mouth around his girth and concentrated very hard on not biting it fucking clean off, even as she could feel her nose and eyes start to drip.
He let out a long sigh as she took him in her mouth, warm and wet; it had been a very long time since he'd felt this, and he was going to savor it. With her hair still wound into his fist, he started to move her head up and down his length, her breath coming in rapid blasts through her nose. She made little gagging sounds when he forced her down, and her eyes were watering, mixing with the spit dribbling from her mouth and sliding him in easier. Suddenly, he yanked her head back, a loud gag and a gasp from her causing him to smirk.
She sputtered and coughed, squeezing her eyes shut and blinking away the water. "F-fuck," she managed with a high pitched tone. She felt dizzy and angry; there was no way this asshole was the cause of the throbbing in her groin.
"Tell me, you a spit or swallow kind of girl?"
"For you," she panted, still an ounce of defiance left in her, "spit."
"Wrong fucking answer," he growled, knife swooping down to her crotch, tracing it lightly along the seam of her leggings. "Guess what happens now, red?"
Meg flinched at the flash of silver, only to freeze again as she felt the blade against her. Genuine fear split her mind in half as she attempted to back away, only for the wall behind her to impede any meaningful motion. "I guess you'll kill me," she wanted to say, but it came out more of a whimper.
Without answering, Danny carefully slid the tip of his blade into the leggings, slicing them open at the groin. "Now why would I do that, when there's a perfectly good pussy right in front of me that deserves punishment?"
Her legs trembled as he sliced the fabric open and left her exposed. The fear got the best of her, and she struggled to pull herself away. "No - !" Meg didn't mean to say it at all, let alone as loudly as she did. No, she couldn't make too much noise, the others needed to get away and definitely did not need to come in here to see her getting dicked down by the killer. His hand gripped her hair even tighter. She made quieter noises of objection as his fingers pulled the strands painfully. Meg silently wondered why the Entity was letting this happen, almost hoping she could cut it some sort of deal. Hey; Entity, I know we got off on the wrong foot, you and I, but do you think you could do me a favor and blast my brains out?
Danny slipped his knife back into its thigh sheath, yanking her head backwards to force her to straighten her back up. "Did I hear you object? You know that's not going to make this any easier on you, gorgeous."
With his free hand, he gripped her shoulder, forcing her onto her back, and crept up onto the bench above her, one foot still touching the floor.
"Get off me, you goddamn - " She stopped wriggling as he hovered over her and her heartrate increased. He was taller than her and had upper body strength that she couldn't resist for very long. She attempted to kick him off, but the movement only made pain shoot up her leg from her calf. "You...bastard," she spat. "I'll remember this next trial."
He changed his grip, one hand pinning both her wrists above her head, and leaned down to her ear to whisper "I'm counting on it." With his other hand, he gripped his cock, aiming it for her already-wet slit, teasing the entrance with his tip.
Meg whimpered at the sensation of his flesh against hers. Was this worse than just being hooked? It hurt less, physically - at least, for now; she knew exactly what kind of insane shit this asshole was capable of. But the feeling of her body betraying her by preparing itself for him terrified her more than any time the Entity pierced her. The throbbing just wouldn't stop. Her fear shuddered in the center of her chest as she feebly attempted to twist her wrists away from him. "P-please stop."
"Or what?" The Ghostface taunted, cock twitching against her slick opening. "You'll tell all your little friends? For being such a smarmy little bitch, you sure don't have very good survival instincts, do you? This is what you deserve for taunting without being able to back up that bravado."
Oh, God. Where are you guys? What the fuck is everyone doing? Her eyes darted all around, looking for something, anything she could use to get him off. But he was smart taking her to the back of the room; there wasn't even any debris or scraps on the floor she could use to distract him away from her. She groaned in effort as she tried to use her core to pull herself away from his cock. At this point, she could show her cards a little; maybe it would break his attention from her. "I'm not worrying about my survival," she panted.
"Oh?" He questioned, pressing himself harder against her, tip just barely parting her. The sensation of soft, wet lips giving way to his throbbing, warm cock made his breath catch in his throat for a minute, before he composed himself and continued, "Go ahead then, red, tell me what's on your mind, hmm?"
Meg winced. "Mm!" His heat, unavoidable before, melted into her own as he pressed in. The twitch of his member nearly tricked her into spreading wider before she froze her legs into place. No. No fucking way.
"Th-the others will get away," she breathed shakily. "I gave them plenty of time to get out."
This time he laughed loudly, nearly pulling back from her as he did. "You think I give a fuck about that? Jesus, did you forget how this works? I'll see each and every one of you again," he pressed himself into her again, his tip finally entering her, "and when I do, I'll gut them like pigs. But you..." He pressed deeper, an inch or so, and grinned at her soft gasp. "I'll save you for last, so we can play again."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fear permeated her thoughts, but her body was already pulling his length deeper inside. It made her angry that he was right. The adrenaline of the moment had broken her concentration on the long-term. She was so focused on potentially surviving this round, for everyone to survive this round, that she had forgotten the circular, repetitive hell she was trapped in. And now she had a killer out for her blood. She thought too fast. Again. "Fucker," she whined. "This is never happening again."
"You'll wish for that, but you and I both know this place doesn't listen to wishes like that, now don't we?" With the hand that wasn't pinning her wrists down, he reached up to cup her breast, gloved hands exploring and pinching at her erect nipple. She wasn't exactly stacked like some of the other women he'd seen, but he hadn't figured someone who dressed like all they did was run track would be. Besides, it had been so long since he'd touched breasts, he really couldn't have given less of a shit what size they were.
The sensation of leather against her skin proved too much for her to ignore as a moan escaped her lips. Ashamed, she turned her face away from her masked assailant, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes again and releasing another breathless groan as he tugged at her nipple. She had forgotten how this felt, to be under a man and feel his touch, and the realization that escape was impossible made her feel hopeless against fighting how she reacted to him.
Danny grunted as he felt her pulling him even deeper, about halfway now, going agonizingly slowly for the both of them. It had been so long since he'd felt this, and he knew it would probably be a long time after this. But the noises she made were designed to instigate him. He started tugging at her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Now, I'm going to let your wrists go. You're going to behave, do you understand?"
Her lip trembled as she looked up at him from the side, a tear rolling down her nose as she attempted a glare. There wasn't any point in fighting now. At least, that's what she told herself as the ache longed for him to start moving inside her. Her mind fogged in fear, pain, anger and pleasure, she nodded slowly.
He nodded back, releasing her wrists and placing his hands on either side of her, allowing himself to be above her as he filled her completely.
"Ahn…" Meg's eyes rolled back slightly. He was big, and even in the position she was in his tip hit the back of her inner wall. Her breathing intensified, even as she left her wrists limp where he left them.
Balanced on his knees and one hand, the other hand came back up to her breasts, fondling and tugging at them again, watching her eyes flutter and soft groans escape her lips. Danny smirked, reaching up to tilt the mask up from his face, exposing his face from the nose down, and moved his mouth down to her right nipple, tongue flicking across it and tasting the salty tang of sweat on it.
She gasped as his tongue raked across her. She couldn't tell if he was pressing deeper inside her or if she was pulling him in now, her face and chest and groin hot with blood that made every nerve more sensitive. Soft, plaintive groans accompanied her breath as she exhaled, even as she felt him grin against her breast and hated him for it.
Slowly, teasingly, Danny pulled his length back out of her, until only his tip split her, then pressed back in just as slowly, beginning to make a rhythm of it. While he did, he continued to administer kisses and sucks to her nipples, switching between breasts every so often to make sure both got attention. With one hand, he reached down and started to rub above where he was penetrating her, feeling goosebumps rise on her chest as he found the spot.
She knew she was making too much noise as she keened under his touch. Even with his gloves on he knew exactly how to move against her. If fucking anyone came in the room now she'd just beg him to kill her, legs and hips opened as his fingers stroked her apart. Was it not enough to penetrate her; he had to humiliate her by riling her up, too? She clenched her firsts as if she were clutching for an imaginary handle to steady herself. She hadn't felt good like this in so long. Even though he was going slowly, it was obvious to both of them how easy and slick her entrance was.
"Admit it," he whispered, hand gliding along and between her soaked lips, "You're enjoying yourself, because you're a filthy little slut who hasn't been fucked in a while."
"Fuck you," she cried as her hips twitched and bucked into his fingers. The sudden movement made his tip strike her back walls, and she yelped in pain.
Danny kept going, stroking at her clit, pulling his cock in and out, chuckling as she gasped and whimpered at his touch. "That's the idea, isn't it? C'mon, gorgeous, say it. Say you wanted this the whole time."
"N-no…!" Her eyelids drooped halfway and her tongue lolled as his rhythm steadied. He would actually make her finish if he kept this up. Her stomach rose and fell rapidly with her increasing breaths.
She gave up her body to his fingers and cock thrusting inside her. "Fuck...fuck...fuck me," she moaned as she finally turned her head to face him, even though her eyes remained unfocused.
He grinned, flicking his mask further up his face, sweat dripping from his forehead and rolling down his cheek. She couldn't see much, if anything, and he wanted her to hear him. "Say please." He picked his pace up, the slapping noise of his balls on her ass motivating his thrusts, her pussy getting wetter as he rubbed gently but enthusiastically at her sensitive, swollen clit.
Meg squirmed at the sound of his unmuffled voice and wished it wouldn't bother her so much; at least then it would be easier for her to keep herself focused on anything that wasn't the building, throbbing pressure between her legs. He wasn't kidding when he said he was hardly a virgin. Every motion he made seemed designed to fuck with her head with how good it felt. Fuck, it felt so good. She squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to shut herself out from hearing her own words as another tear fell down her cheek. "Please," she whispered.
"Good girl," Danny purred, thrusting faster, eliciting a cry from the redhead as her hips suddenly rose up of their own volition, aimed perfectly to take his cock as deep inside as she could manage. He panted, head arching back in pleasure, her soaked pussy mixing with the precum he could tell was flowing from his cock. Her desperate sounds made him suspect she wouldn't last too much longer. He suddenly pulled out completely and pushed himself down her body, placing his mouth on her pussy with his tongue working her clit as fast as his fingers had been moments before. As the jaw of the mask bumped against her groin, he peeked up to make sure her eyes were fully closed before lifting the mask entirely and knocked the hood back.
Her hands raced down to his head, but instead of shoving him off her fingers grasped black hair exposed from beneath the hood as his tongue twisted on her clit. The surprising texture shocked her against preventing her from finishing. Her back arched as she felt the pressure reach the point of no return and her whines became cries of pleasure. Eyes rolled back as she climaxed, she bucked into his mouth and her limbs trembled before falling limp. A dizzy, overwhelming glow burned at the edges of her consciousness. Fucking bastard.
Danny smirked against her pussy as she came, licking up what he could, and pulled the mask back before repositioning to enter her again. His cock slipped effortlessly into her completely soaked slit as he thrusted hard and fast. He knew this would probably be too much stimulation for her, but he didn't really give a fuck.
Meg couldn't tell if his thrusts hurt or felt better than anything she'd ever felt in her life as her hips lifted to him. The sensation of his cock bruising the back of her walls made her more excited and not less. Less pleasant, and less ignorable, was the burning, overwhelming tingling in her clit and entrance. She squirmed a little under his weight and whimpered. "Ow…"
"Hang in there, red," he grunted, pace stuttering as he felt his peak approaching, "Almost done. You've been so good, you get to choose where it goes, alright?"
She sobbed, the pain and shame building up and overflowing from her eyes. The clarity of her orgasm only lasted a few seconds. Would she even be able to move after he was done with her? The pain in her leg was unavoidable again without the distraction of longing permeating her body, and she just knew if she tried to get up she'd be too wobbly to get very far even if she wasn't injured. Terror gripped her as she realized not once did she hear the exit gates open. The others had wasted their time. He was going to kill her as soon as he was done. It was all for nothing.
"I said, choose," he hissed, a gloved hand coming up to her throat as a warning.
Meg coughed under his grasp at her neck. "N-not inside," she begged. She was fairly certain basic biological functions didn't work the way they did in reality, considering she didn't have to worry about any bodily needs anymore, but she wasn't going to risk it.
He chuckled, pulling himself out and crouching above her waist, load spurting out and covering her in sticky strands all the way from her breasts to her face, and he collapsed back against the wall, panting. "Not... half-bad..."
Meg's breathing just began to slow as she wiped the cum out of her eyes and hair, preparing herself for the inevitable moment that he'd kill her when an echoing metallic sound vibrated through the room. She sat up immediately, heart racing again.
They did it. The exit gate was open. She grabbed her sport top, not bothering with the bra, and scrambled off the bench towards the door with a limp.
Danny immediately sprung up, catching her arm in his hand, and yanked her back. The fear in her eyes as she turned to look at him subsided as she saw that he held a medkit in his other hand.
"Take this, one of you must've dropped it earlier. Have one of your stupid friends fix you up before you get out. And for Christ sake, put the shirt back on before you go to them, I really don't need you fucks talking about this."
Meg hesitated before she took the medkit from his hand, a mix of anger and embarrassment in her glare. She pulled her shirt through her arms, although she left it unzipped as she limped out the door.
"Should've thought about that before you ripped my leggings open and jizzed all over me," she hissed under her breath once she was out of his sight, although her voice shook more than it had before when she was being defiant. She only had a short amount of time to find the gate. She fumbled with the zipper with shaking hands to close it partway.
Danny watched her go as long as he could, realized he hadn't tucked himself back in, and wondered if the Entity cared that he'd done this. Probably not, since it hadn't stopped him? As he pondered, he noticed her bra had been left on the bench. Looking around to make sure nobody was watching him, he picked it up, tucked it into his shroud and stealthed away to watch the survivors leave out the exit gate. If he was lucky, he could see her again when she met up with everyone else.
Dwight chewed his nails nervously, looking between Claudette and Nea, neither of whom seemed as worried as he did.
"It's been, like, thirty minutes since we've seen her, and the collapse is almost finished! What if she doesn't get out?"
"Then we'll run," Nea said curtly, although her eyes remained fixed ahead for any sign of their missing companion.
Meg limped to the entrance of the police station, keeping an angry scowl on her face as she hauled the heavy medkit down the hall. She could still vividly imagine his hands at her breasts, his hair gathered in her hands - fuck. Fuck! No! She was not going to think about that. She hoped she never got matched with this fucker again, or at the very least not for a very, very long time. Ugh, this was going to mess with her for the next several trials, wasn't it? Maybe that was the Entity's plan all along. Or maybe the Entity's plan was her feeling the dread in her stomach as she dragged herself down the stairs of the entrance and saw her teammate's reactions to her half-dressed, dazed, injured state.
"Will one of you please help me?" she snapped as Dwight and Claudette's mouths hung open.
Dwight clamped his hands over his eyes, looking away as if it would help him see less than he already could.
"Oh, God," Claudette whispered.
"What the fuck happened ?" Nea asked, snatching a nearby tarp that covered a box and wrapping it around Meg, motioning for her to sit so Nea could fix her leg up.
"We're not going to talk about it," Meg exhaled. "You're going to help me get this bandaged, and we're going through those gates, and we're never speaking of this again. " She wiped a bit of cum still left on her chest before zipping her shirt completely and covered the hole in the crotch of her leggings to preserve some of her dignity while Nea worked.
Nea raised an eyebrow, but bandaged her leg in silence.
Meg's eyes darted to Dwight. "Will you please grow up? I just got...cornered. It's fine."
"S-Sorry," Dwight sputtered, looking to Claudette for some sort of support, but only received a confused, concerned look from the other girl. "Just... I wanted to give you some decency."
They recovered quicker in trials, but Nea still offered Meg her shoulder to lean on once she'd been patched up fully, suspecting it wasn't only physical trauma that had her shaking. As they neared the exit gate, Nea looked back. The Ghostface stood behind the front desk, tilting his head and giving a little wave as they left.
Meg felt Nea turn her head and followed her gaze. He was waving, that smug motherfucker. She wanted to glare at him, maybe flip him off as they took the last steps out the gate, but only kept her mouth a hard line as they walked away, watching him just as carefully as he watched them.
But he didn't move. He just stood with his head at a permanent, quizzitive tilt.
Danny could feel the trial ending, and knew he'd be burning out of the trial to while away his time until the next one very soon. Still, he couldn't help but hope that he'd get to keep her bra.