Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I push the panic and arousal down and force myself to focus. The maze entrance rises in front of me like a mouth waiting to swallow me whole.
Behind me, the monster approaches. His footsteps are wrong and heavy. He's not running. He doesn't need to run. He knows exactly where I am.
I look up at the carved archway, at the symbols I don't understand, and I realize I don't know where I am. I get to my feet, spinning around, desperate to understand
"Little Lyra." His voice echoes through the trees, through my skull, through my bones. "Did you think I'd let you go?"
Blinking, I snap out of the scene. A scene that's so familiar, even four years after writing it, I know all the words. Every detail, every turn of the maze, every plant, every monster waiting inside.
It was… my first sick fantasy.
The first sign of my disgusting perversion.
Letting out a breath, I look over my shoulder.
The jungle path behind me is empty. No footsteps. No monster.
It's not sick.
Not like this.
It's just… fun. That's all. It's fun. Safe, consensual, dirty—I smile a little. Because it is definitely dirty.
But it's a fantasy I had.
Have.
Still have.
And I want to live it.
I don't care what that says about me, I want to live it.
I know the rules of the maze. I wrote them.
Three monsters hunt the labyrinth. If one catches you, they claim you.
And by claim, I mean grope, finger, fuck. Whatever they want.
Lyra gets caught by each of them. Is violated each time, and comes each time. Her arousal a betrayal of her body. But she enjoys it. I know this because I wrote her.
Am… her.
The unmasked man already let it slip that the monsters are the attendants. I'm sure they'll be scary—wearing costumes. But they've already proved they can easily arouse me.
I'm going to enjoy that to the fullest. I can't wait to be caught.
It's probably just as wrong to enjoy this attendant gang-bang as it was to write a whole story about a girl who wants to be raped by monsters, but… whatever.
Helix is in the maze too, and I assume that part is being played by the unmasked man. The center holds a portal that promises escape. The portal is a lie.
In my story, Lyra learned this the hard way.
I step toward the pedestal and lift the basket with trembling fingers. Inside are two wireless earbuds and a strip of silk the color of dried blood.
A blindfold.
In the story, Lyra wasn't blindfolded. She was blinded—a plant squirted purple powder into her face the moment she entered. Temporary. Terrifying. She stumbled through the first quarter of the maze with her eyes burning and useless, guided only by the monster's voice in her skull as he 'helped' her try to outrun the monsters.
Of course, this was also a lie.
Helix wanted to watch Lyra be caught. He wanted to watch her struggle. He wanted to see if she could take their cocks, their claws, their teeth.
Because every one of those things on him, was going to be worse.
Am I scared?
Slightly. But in a good way.
In the end, I'm going to get what I came for.
My deepest, darkest desire made real.
I pick up the blindfold, holding it in my hands as I notice a rope anchored to the right side of the entrance, thick and rough, disappearing into the maze at waist height. A small card hangs from it on a string:
If you get lost, follow the rope. It will take care of you.
Take care of me.
What does that mean?
Does it lead to the center? To him? To one of the monsters?
There's no way to know.
I'm smiling when I put the ear buds in and they come to life with the sound of heavy breathing. Wet and throbbing when I tie the blind fold on.
The breathing fills my skull, like something alive pressed against my ear from the inside.
Then the whisper comes.
"Welcome, my little slut."
My pussy clenches so hard my knees nearly buckle.
"You are about to have the experience of a lifetime."
His voice is everywhere. Inside me. Around me. The earbuds seal out the jungle sounds completely—no birds, no wind, no rustling leaves.
Just him.
"When you're ready, take eight steps forward."
Eight steps.
Eight steps.
In the story, Lyra took eight steps before the purple powder blinded her. Eight steps into the mouth of the maze before she lost her sight and had to trust the monster's voice to guide her.
I'm already blind.
Already trusting.
I take the first step, and the powdery earth shifts under my bare foot like it's been waiting for me.
One.
"That's it, little slut. Keep walking for me."
Two.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you when I catch you?"
Three.
"I'm going to spread you open on the altar at the center of this maze."
Four.
"I'm going to make you beg for my cock while you're still crying from what my monsters did to you."