Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

It was breathy and scary and vicious, and my heart
pounded as he taunted me.
Alex and Will either whimpered or laughed, and if I could
see him, I might’ve been scared out of my mind, but like this it
was just…frightening enough. A tingle shot between my
thighs, and I clenched them as I breathed hard.
The cars started moving again, and I felt him linger for a
moment longer before jumping off.
“Oh, he liked you,” Will teased.
My pulse still raced, and everything was warm. I rubbed
my hands down my thighs and tongued one of my fangs,
wondering what was wrong with me that it was kind of a turn
on.
Did I like fear?
Or did I only like it because I knew I was safe?
The ride ended, and we left the car, taking our drinks with
us. I uncapped my beer, taking a gulp to cool down and clear
my throat, suddenly parched.
Tossing it in the trash, we headed for the maze next, and I
took Will’s arm this time, since Alex didn’t want to lead, and I
refused to take up the rear.
Actors reached though walls, grabbing at us, while others
stood in the passageways, lurking still and quiet for some good
jump scares. Hands grabbed at my arms, and I scurried to
Will’s other side, laughing, only to be attacked on that side, as
well.
Of course, there were things I missed that made those two
jump, but I could feel the tight space of the walls and low
ceiling and smell the cold air and soil. It felt like we were
underground, but I knew we weren’t.
We rounded a corner, and Will halted, quickly backing up
into me and stepping on my toe.
“Ouch!” I snapped.