Theirs to Chase

Chapter 10

Eveline

The old, gothic mansion creaks under me as I dart through the dimly lit corridor, escaping the two men who are determined to hunt me for all eternity.

How could I have been so foolish? I need to get out of here—to flee to Nadia and tell her everything that’s happened. I have to call the cops.

Mind set, I continue down the corridor with no idea of how to get out. I can hear their whispers echoing off the cracked walls, hear every groan of the floorboards behind as they come all the more closer. My breathing is ragged, fleeing for my life. Rows of dolls align a wall in a certain narrow hallway, making bile come up my throat and leaving a sour aftertaste.

They’re all familiar—each one a murderer from crimes committed long ago. How long has this been going on? Did my brother know about the horrors hidden inside this dollhouse? The thought churns uneasily in my mind, but I’ll never know the truth.

A door appears ahead, and I nearly slam into it as it opens, not caring if they can hear me. All I care about is escaping—finding an exit or a phone.

I stumble inside a vast space that looks like something taken out of the 1800s—a theater of some sort. My steps falter, suddenly aware of the height. I’m standing on a towering stage, the room stretching far before me. Heavy curtains hang behind, while a weathered wooden piano sits below the stage, its keys blanketed in dust as if untouched for years. The air is thick with decay, making every breath feel labored. Rows of worn and dusty seats fill the room, fading into the shadows, and balconies with wrought iron railings and velvet seats rise above, half hidden from view.

It speaks of a time when it was alive, used for operas and performances. Its magnificence is undeniable. It looks like a room well used before, for operas and theaters. Now, it sits as eerily silent as ever.

Suddenly, the lights bleed into a deep, sensual red, and the hiss of a fog machine fills the air. Swirling mist chokes the space, making it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. A sinking knot of dread coils in my stomach at the sudden shift in atmosphere. I try to swallow, but my throat seizes as I just now notice the silhouettes occupying some of the seats. They’re silent, unmoving, their presence scraping the edges of my ears.

I’m not alone.

Naked and exposed, I stand, observed by those creatures staring at me, their cold gazes tracing every inch of my skin.

A chilling sensation crawls through me, biting my skin, urging me to run. The lights flicker, on and off, then plunge into darkness—just like at the amusement park. They’re toying with me.

I take a step back, stumbling into the curtain.

The lights are turned on again, and I see the silhouettes in the seats more clearly. Five human-sized dolls are staring right at me, their eyes unmoving. A creepy melody, like out of those doll boxes, can be heard through the speakers.

“Stop!” I scream, knowing there’s no point in hiding where I am. They already know.

The lights are turned off again, and my eyes are wide in the darkness, desperately trying to see. I feel the stares of the dolls, hear the sounds of footsteps slowly approaching me, but I can’t do anything but stand still. I don’t know what’s behind the curtain, and if I take a step forward, I risk falling down the high stage, and that fall could easily break my bones.

“There’s no point in hiding,” a male voice echoes through the room, but I can’t tell where it comes from.

My heart is a wild beast inside my chest as I decide to hide behind a curtain, tiptoeing as carefully as I can.

I hear their footsteps walking, searching for me—I don’t dare breathe. The sound approaches the stairs leading up to the scene, creaking through the vast theater. I swallow a whimper.

“Stop hiding now, or I will slit your throat while buried deep inside you, and we’ll bask in the warmth of your blood, ensuring you remain as our doll forever.”

Fear swirls inside me, mingling with an unsettling thrill that I wish I didn’t feel. My pulse races, not only from the terror consuming me but from the strange exhilaration. I’m caught between the instinct to flee from them and the dark curiosity that draws me closer. That part of me wants to come out of my hiding spot, if only to see what their punishment will be. The air around me is as intoxicating as it is suffocating.

Then, I feel the shift of the curtain, and Eros is there, a looming shadow of arrogance. He grabs my arm, dragging me to the middle of the scene, where Zack stands.

“Found you,” Eros whispers, and Zack’s eyes gleam with mischief.

It feels like glass shards tearing my insides when I await their next move, trying to wrench free from their grip.

“Don’t try to run again, little pumpkin. There’s only so many times I will chase you until I do good on my threat.” He smirks, a twisted smile that’s so deranged, it heats something inside me.

My heart stalls when I feel Zack tying something around my wrists, appearing to be marionette strings. I struggle to get free, but surprisingly, the strings hold me.

I’m naked, in the middle of the scene, before the dolls in the public, adding to my unease, as both their gazes roam over me.

“Stand still,” Eros whispers as his fingers trail over my body, Zack coming behind me to knead the flesh of my ass.

I can’t stand still. Panic rises in my throat, wanting to come forth as a shriek. Eerie music weaves through the theater, amplifying the atmosphere of an unfolding play. The strings binding my wrists tighten, lifting me higher until I’m forced to balance on my toes.

“The perfect little doll,” Zack whispers, sending something unknown shivering through me.

I hate that I feel like this about them both. Why am I drawn to their darkness?

Because you’re as twisted as them.

“Let me out of here!” I come to my senses, trying to get free of the restraints, but only ending up stumbling forward.

Eros is there to catch me, his innocent touch igniting a scorching heat within me that makes me squirm. When his green eyes meet mine, I become paralyzed, lost in a trance that is him. He’s as twisted as they come, yet his gaze communicates with me in ways nothing else ever has. It’s a beautifully macabre emotion of dread that spurs through me, transforming into something that wraps me into its embrace.

“Such a beautiful sight, begging for her masters.” Zack’s cruel voice filters over me, sending a wave of arousal to my core that I desperately try to resist.

“Do you like your audience?” he says, turning me over so I’m staring right out the auditorium.

I feel the gazes of the dolls, staring at me as if they were living things—they were, once upon a time.

“You’re fucking sick,” I grit out as Eros’s touch lingers on my skin, traveling between my thighs.

“So you keep saying,” he muses, hand continuing its exploration toward my clit.

“Your mind is fighting us—this—yet your body screams for the sinful touch only we can offer.” Zack chuckles, inching closer, hands splaying over my stomach from behind and trailing up to squeeze my breasts.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Feisty little thing.”

Eros’s fingers suddenly push inside me as Zack turns my head, lips meeting mine until I’m breathless, begging for both of them. I won’t ever admit that out loud.

“Mmmm.”

“Vackra lilla docka,” he murmurs, and I stare at him, grasping his words. “See how they look at you? They love the show you put up for them.”

I hear the sound of fabric rustling, before I feel his cock at my entrance, Eros following suit in front of me.

“You’re monsters,” I breathe through a hiss, pleasure building as Eros’s cock slides against my clit, making me crave more of the thrill.

“That we might be. But you’re our creation—our beautiful docka ,” Zack says as he bites my neck, and I close my eyes.

“Why do you do this?” I ask, needing to know. I’m a fucking mess, but I’m starting to realize that perhaps I’m their mess. They’ve claimed me in ways I could have never imagined.

“They thought they could escape justice.”

“You’re just as bad.”

“This world is twisted, Eveline,” Eros says, eyes zoning in on me. “The system is fucked up.”

“Exactly. You think those who commit heinous acts deserve to live without facing justice? We’ve taken it upon ourselves to serve that justice. What’s one evil act if it means removing all others?

I’m left speechless, because they’re right; those people don’t get the justice they deserve. But does it make it right for them to take justice into their own hands?

“Each doll we made represents a predator gone from the streets. See it as a trophy. It takes a certain mastering to do what we do, and Eros has become my little puppet, as you are now my pumpkin doll.”

A shiver crawls over my spine at his words. “And Elias? What did he do?”

Zack’s eyes darken. “Elias preyed on younger children, while giving off an innocent appearance. The way he looked at you…” he trails off, obviously disturbed by whatever it was he saw.

His words shock me, and my breath hitches as both of them press against me, my body taut against their godly sculptures.

“And the others at the amusement park?” A sudden realization strikes me. “The amusement park was closed…the invitation was fake.”

“Their reputation doesn’t reflect who they really are. They bullied people into taking their own lives at school, while keeping up a perfect front online,” he spits out, as if the words taste horrible on his tongue. He lets out a chuckle at my other comment. “Getting you all to the park was the easiest part. A fake email, a few convincing details—it didn’t take much.” He smirks. “Just another step in tonight’s little game.”

“And the others…you turned them into dolls too?” My stomach twists.

“ ?h, min docka , ever heard of ‘an eye for an eye’? We remove those that take what they shouldn’t. They stole from society; we steal from them. We’re not fucking good men—we thrive on the dark thrill of manipulation.” Zack looks at me, a grave expression contorting his features, highlighting the faint scar across his cheek.

“In this cruel world, everything comes at a cost. We pay with whatever we can, no matter the cost. It’s wrong, but in this deadly game, survival is all that matters,” Eros finishes for him.

They both touch me gently, caringly, and I can’t for the life of me understand how both of them have murdered people, while their touch feels so right against me. But in those bloodied hands, I feel peace.

“Let go of the burdens, little pumpkin,” Eros whispers, his fingers circling my clit with a deftness that sends shivers through me.

“Embrace what you fear,” Zack continues, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re not alone anymore, we’ll serve their revenge.”

Confusion furrows my brow. “Who?”

“Your family, of course.”

It feels as if he’s stabbed my heart with a knife from those words alone, twisting it until my heart pops out. Feeling my body tense, he soothes me.

“Shh. Give in to us and you won’t ever have to be alone again.”

I close my eyes, wrestling with the decision that weighs heavily on my heart. Should I surrender to their twisted games? Isn’t that what I’ve always wanted, to belong, to avenge my family? There’s no return from this point forward—I can’t just go back and pretend everything is fine when I know the truth lurking beneath the surface.

“How can you ever serve justice for them?” I whisper, feeling my resolve crumble around my breaking heart at the mere mention of my parents. The heartache pulls at my heart much like the strings pulling at my wrists, still trapped above my head in an uncomfortable position that leaves me entirely bare for them both.

“I know who the killer is. I’ve tracked them down ever since my best friend died.”

The last of my defenses falter as tears brim my eyes. Their promise of revenge, the allure of power, and the desperation to belong—it’s all I’ve ever dreamed of since I lost everything. I reluctantly give in, and they feel the moment I do by the way my body relaxes.

“Good fucking girl,” Zack exclaims. “Have you ever been with two guys before at the same time?” I shake my head. “Good, because you’re going to take us both at the same time.”

My eyes widen as I turn my head to look at them, perplexed at what they could possibly mean. “W-what?”

Eros lifts me up, until I’m straddling his waist. I’m suspended between the two of them, the strings biting into the skin on my wrists and keeping me tethered to the ceiling, making me feel like a marionette. His cock prods my entrance, having been teasing me this entire time while we spoke—both of them have.

“They’re waiting for their finale,” Zack whispers, cocking his head toward the dolls in the theater.

Disgust fills me at the same time as a surge of arousal. I’m so fucking wet from having merely stood here in their presence, their gazes eating me up with appreciation. Slowly, Eros grabs my ass firmly, lowering me onto his length. I let out a moan that rattles my core as I slide down on him.

I hear Zack scrambling with something. “Relax.”

I turn my head to see him coating his fingers with lube before stretching my ass, leaving me gasping for breath. It feels oddly strange, I’ve never had anyone there before.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, letting me adjust to the size of his fingers as Eros fills me up.

I’m not quite sure how to feel—it’s uncomfortable, yet pleasurable. Like a bizarre mix of poison.

“How do you feel?” Zack asks.

“Like I can take more,” I breathe.

He lets out a deep growl, and I hear him lubing his cock. He applies lube to my ass as well, and my body responds before my mind can catch up when his cock presses against me. A nervous flutter settles deep inside, and my entire body tenses.

“Relax,” Eros echoes, thrusting slowly, which causes me to moan. “You can handle this. Just trust us,” he encourages as he hits a deep spot of pleasure inside me. My walls clamp around him, giving in to the sensation.

“Trust you?” I nearly laugh. “You’re both murderers.”

“But you like it. Now take a deep breath and let me in,” Zack replies as I feel his cock pushing into me from behind.

It’s slick, and I’m breathing harshly, but the pleasure Eros brings me is enough to have me relaxing. Pain erupts, but Zack is oddly gentle, allowing me to adjust to his overwhelming size.

“Just let me know when you can go further,” he whispers in my ear from behind, sending a shiver down my spine.

Every inch of my skin feels alive, both of their gazes devouring me.

I rock against Zack, letting him know my body craves more. He pushes inside me until he’s filling me up entirely, and I moan out. We’re a tangled mess, with both of them sandwiching me between them, causing me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

Eros holds my ass, helping me support my weight and stretching me open for Zack, while Zack’s hands are on my waist, guiding my body, controlling the rhythm of them both entering me.

“Fuck, I can feel your cock inside of her,” Eros moans, which only makes my stomach clench.

“You’re so fucking tight with Eros’s cock inside you,” Zack growls.

There’s a thrill in what we’re doing, and even if it’s wrong, it feels like I belong here. Between them both. Every nerve in my body is on fire, humming with sensation as they simultaneously fuck me.

They slide in and out of me, Eros going down to suck each of my breasts into his mouth. I throw my head back, leaning it against Zack’s shoulder, my arms growing tired from having them suspended in the air, but the pleasure is too overwhelming to think about how uncomfortable I am.

Our breaths intermingle, clammy bodies plastered against each other’s, and moans echo through the theater, louder than the creepy music. I almost forgot about our little audience, but before guilt and disgust can fill me, they continue pushing inside me. Eros sucks my nipple, alternating between the two, while Zack’s hand splays on my stomach, finding my clit. Both of them attacking me like this feels like the best kind of torture, and I moan, clenching around them as the orgasm hits me out of nowhere.

Tears fall down my cheeks from the sheer pleasure of it, and I can’t wipe them away, exposing me to them both.

“Are you crying? Do you want some more?” Eros taunts, breathing in my ear. I nod. “Good little pumpkin.”

They fuck me with reckless abandon, making overstimulation hit me as Zack strokes my clit in circular motions, Eros lightly biting my nipples. Another orgasm builds into a crescendo, splinting me apart as I come with a cry for what feels like the hundredth time today.

Soon, they both follow, filling me up with their cum. I’m breathless, not sure how I’ll be able to stand on my own feet when they untie me.

I don’t know what the future will bring, and I’m fucking terrified. Their gazes let me know they will never let me go, not when they’ve finally captured what they’ve been wanting for over a year— me.

“We’ll ruin you in the best way possible. We’ll strip you of all the layers that make you terrified, alter your mind until the only protection you have is us . Give yourself to us, min mardr?m , and we’ll make all your dreams come true.” Zack looks into my eyes with such vulnerability, it’s hard to understand that they’ve killed people.

But don’t I agree with their methods? In some fucked-up way, I do. They’re right about the system of the world—those who prey on the innocent don’t get the punishment they deserve, and the victims and their families are left to suffer in the aftermath.

“Do you promise not to hurt me?” I whisper.

“We swear. You’re ours to protect, little pumpkin. We claimed you the moment I saw you at the pumpkin field last year,” Eros breathes, looking pained.

“Okay,” I whisper, all my resolve slipping away.

“Okay?” they both ask at the same time, equally as confused.

“Okay,” I give in to them, giving them what they want—all the layers of my broken, twisted soul that died the day my parents did.

“We’re keeping you forever now,” Zack whispers.

“I’m yours,” I agree. “But what happens now?” My voice is fragile.

“You come with us, stay here in our dollhouse. You don’t have to be alone anymore, you don’t have to live a life with a job you hate.”

“How—”

“I’ve watched you, little pumpkin. Don’t you realize I see what happens behind the curtains your friend, Nadia, can’t see? I see you better than you see yourself,” Eros says.

“It’s your life, and you decide what to do with it. But you will always belong to us, and I think you realize that too. Our hearts will forever be in your hands.”

I swallow harshly, an unknown feeling stuttering inside me. Am I terrified of them? Yes—but do they make my heart beat like no one ever has? Also yes.

There’s no doubt in my mind as I whisper the words my soul craves to say. It’s a new beginning, one where the future is uncertain but yet it’s never felt more right.

“I’m yours.”

“Then let’s avenge your family,” Zack breathes, a dark promise dripped in sin, love, and lust.