All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 6

Six

Yesina walked through the entryway of the carnival. There were skeletons, witches, pumpkins, and ghost decorations throughout. The workers were all in various costumes except for security, who all wore name badges and black shirts with the word Security on them. The place was already abuzz with activity, both old and young people dashed between games and waited in line for the rides. She could see a young couple kissing before they got off the Ferris wheel, reminding her of all the time she had spent with Ines at these things.

The two of them had been best friends until they both got curious and it developed into something else, something far deeper than either of them could have imagined.

“I think I’m not pretending anymore, Yesina.” Ines’ hand was in her own as the Ferris wheel climbed to the top. Their whole neighborhood was out in front of them, but all she could do was look at her best friend in wonderment.

“What do you mean?” she whispered and held her breath, hoping that Ines felt something more between them. They had fooled around, both curious and exploring what it meant to kiss and touch the other, but somewhere along the way, Yesina had developed a crush on her.

It was slow and steady like a river, but it built over time, growing deeper and practically consuming her. To hear that Ines wasn’t pretending anymore gave her hope they could be more.

“I mean, I like you. I want to be with you for real.”

Yesina had said yes before Ines got the last word out, and the rest, as they say, was history. Their relationship felt larger than life back then, and when there was the prospect to explore with more, it felt earth shattering.

She placed her hand over her racing her heart as her pulse spiked. It had been years since she saw Ines, and the prospect of getting to see her now after everything made her legs shaky.

Would things be the same between them?

She practically climbed into Justice’s lap even before she realized who he was. Matteo hadn’t been around her long enough for there to be anything between them, but she trusted what he told her.

“What you seek will be there waiting for you.”

She looked around for the house of mirrors, easily finding it. Her feet moved, eager to see what awaited her. But she hesitated and glanced around, remembering the text messages she received on her phone before she handed it over.

Was she being watched right now?

She took note of her surroundings to see if anyone stood out to her as being suspicious, which was hard to do because everyone was in a costume of some sort and checking everyone else out.

“Fuck,” she grumbled, shifting on her feet. A feeling of unease settled into her body, killing some of her excitement for the night.

She was rooted in place. The temptation to turn around and sneak back into her home and check on Joana was strong until she saw someone with wide shoulders, dressed in all black, and going toward the house of mirrors. From where she stood, she could see the skeleton face paint, and when his hand came up to the side of his neck she saw the tattoos on his hands.

“Justice,” she whispered his name or thought she did because the man turned around as if she had shouted it instead. Their eyes connected, and she knew for sure she was looking at Justice.

His gaze swept over her from head to toe, and she felt her body warm as if he were touching her. His lips pulled back into a smirk before he turned and headed toward the house of mirrors.

Yesina’s body lit up, and her feet carried her forward. She wasn’t a fan of her Halloween costume. It was as generic as they came, but it was all she had. The schoolgirl outfit was overdone, but seeing the fire in Justice’s eyes made her glad she wore it.

Someone stumbled into her from the right, nearly knocking her off her feet. She was caught before she hit the ground. There was a mumbled apology from a deep voice that sent a shiver down her spine, and it made her pry herself out of their hold.

“These masks are horrible for seeing two feet in front of you.” The man was as tall as Justice and Matteo. He wore a mask that resembled that of the latest slasher flick that had been a hit with everyone, and even though she couldn’t see his face, something about him made her take a step back. Especially when she noticed he wasn’t alone either. He was flanked by three other men in equal size wearing similar masks.

“It’s okay.” She waved her hand in front of her face. “Hope you guys have a good night.” She told them as she turned away from them.

“Naughty schoolgirls were always my favorite.” He spoke, sounding eerily close to her, but she kept walking, refusing to acknowledge him or look back.

Her feet moved faster than she wanted to—not wanting to look like she was running but she couldn’t get to the house of mirrors fast enough.

“Almost there,” she whispered, glad she had worn her sneakers. The need to run the rest of the way was strong. She could feel eyes on her back, but she didn’t want to make a scene.

She saw someone step in front of the door to the house of mirrors, and was relieved that, as she got closer, she saw he wore a name badge and the word Security was across his chest. Her body relaxed a fraction, and once she stepped up to the door, she felt silly when she glanced behind her and didn’t see the masked men anywhere.

“Spooky season got me imagining shit.” She smiled up at the security guy and walked through the front door. There was creepy Halloween music playing and black lights. Her white shirt glowed against the neon colors, and the farther she went, the more she realized she wasn’t in here with anyone else.

She turned and slammed face-first into a mirror. “Shit!” The cackle she let out echoed, and now she was glad no one was there to see her. She hated these things—hated them when she was younger too and always used Ines to help her navigate her way around.

“That looked like it hurt, mu?eca.” A deep voice came over the speakers, and her breath caught when she caught sight of a man dressed as a skeleton in one of the mirrors. The white part of his paint glowed, making it look like he was nothing more than a face floating in her reflection.

She turned around but wasn’t sure where he was actually standing. “Justice?” She reached forward, and her fingers came up against another mirror.

“Maybe.” The voice echoed around her. “A schoolgirl costume,” the voice tsked, “I thought you would be a little more creative than that.”

She scoffed, “Says the man in a skeleton costume. That’s not very creative.” She kept walking, using her hands to reach out in front of her so she didn’t face-plant a mirror again.

The voice laughed. “It’s not creative, but there’s a reason for the costume. What’s your excuse?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because I look hot in it and I was secretly hoping it would entice you instead of having me playing a fucked-up game of tag that I’m clearly losing.” Every time she moved and walked farther into the house of mirrors, the skeleton man moved with her. But it was weird, sometimes he was close enough for her to touch, and other times he seemed like he was pulling away.

“It’s not just you here, is it?” she asked, moving toward who she thought was Justice.

“Maybe,” he said. “How about we play a little game?”

The laugh that bubbled up out of her sounded a little manic. Wasn’t that a line out of the latest slasher flick? “Isn’t that how all scary movies start? You gotta do a little better than that.”

He laughed. “Stop moving, not only are you going the wrong way, but you’re also about to hit another mirror.”

Her hand came up against the mirror, and she shook her head. Her sense of direction was bad on a good day. This, though, was downright criminal. “Why did you want to meet in the house of mirrors? This seems more bad dangerous than good dangerous.”

Namely because I feel like I’m seconds away from smashing my face in again.

“How about I show you how much fun this can be.” A body appeared on her left side, seemingly coming out of an abyss. She gasped, swallowing her scream when she saw it was Justice.

“Easy, sweet girl.”

Or maybe it was Matteo.

He turned her back around to face the mirror. His hand wrapped around her waist and palmed her stomach. She watched his hand move up to the bow tied in her white shirt. He quickly undid it.

“Keep watching.” Both of his hands gripped the top of her shirt and pulled. The sound of buttons hitting the floor vibrated around her as cool air kissed her skin. She had on a white bra underneath. It glowed against his fingertips when the back of his knuckles brushed against her nipple, making her lean into the touch.

“So eager,” he murmured, pulling the shirt down past her shoulders only to keep it tucked into the bend of her arm. He pulled her hands behind her back, and she felt something smooth tie around her wrists.

Her body shook and her knees almost buckled when she felt his hands tease her upper thighs before he gripped her skirt. “Breathe, Yesina.” His voice was in her ear, and she tilted her head up to give him access to her thundering pulse. “We haven’t begun our little game yet.” His lips pressed into her skin, and she whimpered when he nudged her feet wider.

“W—we?” she stammered, trying to get her rapid heartbeat to slow, but it tripped over itself when Matteo wrapped his hand around her neck.

“Yes, mu?eca. We.” Another voice came from her right before she felt another set of hands on her stomach. Her eyes flew open, unaware that they closed, and she saw another man in all black with skeleton makeup on his face flank her.

This was Justice’s face. She could tell by his eyes, and the way he licked his lips as if could still taste their kiss.

“This reminds me of all those nights I had to sit silently and watch you walking around Delightful Treats with those incredibly short shorts,” he murmured, teasing the top of her skirt. “All that delectable skin making my palms itch to touch you.” His hand disappeared under her skirt, and she sucked in a sharp breath when his knuckles brushed against her pussy.

“Already wet for us?” he groaned and she nodded. The sound of fabric tearing had her eyes widening, and she watched her thong—or what was left of it—float to the floor around her feet. “Opps,” Justice chuckled, “I hope you weren’t too fond of that pair.”

Before she could answer, Matteo’s hand disappeared only to reappear a moment later with a pocketknife in hand. The tip of the knife was cool against her skin. She stopped breathing, worried any slight movement would cause him to pierce her flesh. But she wasn’t scared of what he would do with that knife. Her trust in him—in them—still strong even after all these years.

“I hope you aren’t fond of this bra either.” She heard Matteo whisper just before Justice’s hand pulled the band far enough away from her chest for Matteo to slice the material in half.

The straps were pulled down her shoulders, and the cups pushed to the side to reveal her full breasts, which Matteo didn’t waste any time touching and teasing. Her knees buckled when Justice’s hands disappeared under her skirt again. His fingers played with her clit piercing, and it turned her blood into lava.

Her head fell back on a whimper as they continued to toy with her. They were everywhere at once and somehow not where she wanted—or needed.

“Look, mu?eca. Look at yourself in the mirror,” Matteo’s whispered words coated her overheated skin.

She lifted her head, and her breath caught at the picture they made. Her skin was flushed, and her hips moved on their own in time to chase the sensation Justice was trying to coax out of her. The visual was stunning because of the black light. It looked like she was at the mercy of phantoms—ghosts touching her and brining her pleasure. Outside of the white paint in their skeleton makeup she couldn’t see where one began and the other ended.

“Fuck,” she groaned when teeth sank into her shoulder and two fingers slipped inside of her. Her nails dug into her palms, unsure she would continue to have the strength to stand upright.

“I need—” her words were cut off in a broken whimper.

There was a clicking sound echoing around her, or was that her own heartbeat she heard in her ears?

“What do you need, Yesina? Are my fingers not enough?” Justice whispered against her skin. She felt liquid drip in between her ass cheeks and lurched forward when she felt a finger tease her hole.

“Maybe she needs a little extra something to feel full?” Matteo teased.

“You remember your safe word?” Justice asked and she nodded, not sure she could get words to form properly.

The clicking sound grew louder, but it was drowned out by the coiling sensation building her in body. They seemed to surround her—crowding her in as they played with her body as they saw fit. She was drowning, barely hanging on as pressure began to build in her stomach.

“Do you remember what I told you when I had you on your knees?” Justice asked, and she barely had the strength to keep her eyes open. She nodded though, willing to say anything if they kept this up. She was coasting toward her climax.

Matteo’s chuckle skirted down her spin as he dripped more warm lube between her ass cheeks. “I don’t think she remembers. She’ll probably say anything—agree to anything—so long as it gets her what she wants.” He kissed her bare shoulder. “And what is that you want?”

Yesina whimpered, “More. I need I more.” Her hips pushed into Matteo trying to entice him, and they moved closer to Justice, silently begging for him to do more with his fingers.

“You need more what?” She felt the press of lips against hers. “Maybe my cock will suffice,” he chuckled when she moaned. “Sucia. But in case you forgot….” She felt Matteo move away, and Justice slowly pulled out of her. She groaned her frustrations, barely restraining the urge to stomp her foot. “I told you, there’s an art—a pleasure—in being denied.”

He fully pulled away from her, and she slowly opened her eyes, unaware that they had closed again. “You get nothing from us,” Justice whispered, completely moving away to reveal another person.

This one was shorter, and instead of wearing skeleton makeup, they wore a mask that they slowly started to lift up over their head.

Yesina knew in her bones who it was, but it did nothing to conceal the shock at seeing Ines after all this time.

She was still as beautiful as ever, though where her eyes had once held so much joy and light, they now only held the same tiredness she’d seen in her father’s eyes.

“Ines,” she whispered, stepping forward with no conscious thought of doing so.

“Mi mu?eca,” she whispered, reaching out to cup the side of Yesina’s neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to find you.” She pulled her closer. “How much we’ve all been through searching for you.”

Yesina felt tears prick the back of her eyes. She had wanted to go home for so long, she almost gave up any hope. But Ines was here now, they all were.

“But Justice was right,” her words whispered against her lips. “You get nothing from us, not until you beg for it. And even then, it might not be enough.”

The lights turned off, bathing them in darkness. Even the music stopped playing. Yesina didn’t have time to process anything Ines said. She was being shifted around bodies. Her heart was in her throat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Yesina’s body locked up at the newcomer’s voice. It was the same voice of the guy she’d run into coming here. “But it seems you have something that belongs to me.”

The lights turned on, and three men stood in front of Ines, Justice, and Matteo, or so Yesina thought, the mirrors might have made them seem closer than they were.

“She was never yours, Knox.” The temperature dropped, making Yesina shiver.

Knox smiled, and Yesina hung back behind Matteo. Something about Knox made her stomach drop to her feet. “I see my reputation proceeds me.” He bowed and Ines snorted.

“No, you just look like your father. Another little bitch I’m sorry I didn’t have the pleasure in killing.”

“You have a mouth on you, I see why those two stay so close.” He winked. “But in the interest of spooky season, how about a little trick or treat?” His hands moved into his pockets, and she felt Justice and Matteo tense, both moving to stand in front of her and Ines.

“Relax, gentlemen. I’m not going to shoot you while she’s behind you guys. Why would I want to kill her when she’s mine?”

Yesina, having enough of the games, stepped around everyone. “I don’t know who you are, but I don’t belong to anyone.”

Knox’s gaze zeroed in on her and pressed his lips together. She realized a second too late that her bra was barely hanging on by a thread and her shirt, while it was back on her shoulders was open because the buttons were scattered on the floor.

“Always touching what’s not yours.” Knox tsked under his breath. “Maybe you three won’t survive after all.”

Ines stepped in front of everyone. “Bold of you to assume you’ll survive it too. We didn’t come alone.”

Knox took a step closer. “Neither did we. But I like your style, Ines. In another life,” he shrugged, “anyway, here is your treat. You get to live to see another glorious day and deal with your failure.” He waved a piece of paper in front of Ines’ face before unfolding it.

“To think you came all this way for nothing.” He turned the paper around and Yesina blanched.

No fucking way.

“I’m here to collect my wife, Yesina Hernandez.”