The man in the mask grabbed her waist and flipped her around so her chest was pressed against the tree. He leaned his heavy body into her, pinning her there. He reached around and started to stroke the skin between her legs, his fingers moving hard and fast.
"Yes, yes, Oh God!" she moaned.
The girl’s laughter turned into a loud moans. She arched her back, reached behind her and held onto the same man.
The man dropped his knife into the dirt. I watched, my eyes wide and stinging, as he entered her from behind. It wasn't soft. It was a hard pounding that shook the girl’s whole body.
He grabbed her hair, pulling it back so he could bite the side of her neck. He wasn't being careful. He was taking what he wanted, and she was begging for more.
I had never seen anything like this. This wasn't normal, this was something else. It wasn't sex, it was two animals fighting in the dark. The sound of their bodies hitting each other was loud, a wet, slapping noise that drowned out the wind.
I felt a wave of sick heat crawl up my throat. I wanted to look away, but I was frozen. I watched the way his muscles bunched under his black shirt, the way her legs shook as he pushed her harder and faster against the bark. They didn't care that someone might be watching.
If that was what happened to the girls in red ribbons, what would they do to the girl in pink?
The sound of the man’s heavy breathing and the girl’s wild, messy laughs filled my ears until I felt like I was going to be sick.
I turned and bolted into the deep fog.
The trees were a blur of dark brown and blood-red smoke as I ran. I looked back over my shoulder for a split second, checking to see if any man in the mask had heard me.
That was my mistake.
I didn't see the thin, dark wire stretched across the path between two old trees.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret