Page 50 of Fractured

The knife is missing, though. I’m not sure how he was able to snatch it up and leave so quickly without me hearing him. My bra catches my eye and I quickly put it on before eyeing my top. I pick up the shirt, careful to avoid the area with the blood. Unfortunately, it’s on the front of the shirt where I won’t be able to hide it. So instead, I use it to wipe up as much of the cum as possible and throw it on the ground before snatching up my pants.

I hop into them, trying to keep my balance as I jump around, trying to squeeze my ass into them. They don’t call them skinny jeans for nothing. I slip my feet into my heels and grab my jacket before running down the hall, not bothering to wipe up the blood he smeared across my body. As I make my way down the corridor, I slide my arms into the leather jacket.

I reach the door, pushing on the release bar to let me out, but end up crashing into it. Fucking hell. I don’t have time to waste on a door getting stuck. It takes me three times of ramming it with my shoulder to get the door to finally swing open. It’s not lost on me how the door had no issues opening earlier. He had to have done something to make sure it slowed me down in chasing after him.

The moment the door swings open, I step into the alleyway and glance both ways. To the left is a fence blocking the way, so I dash to the right. Within seconds, I make it to the empty street where I again search for any hints of which way my stalker went.

Each second that ticks by sends a rising need within me to find him. To close the space between us. I finally had him in the same room with me while I was conscious. I can’t lose that euphoria he brings me. The rush of having him near.

I’m not surprised when I don’t see the heel of his foot disappearing around the corner of a building or his coat tails flaring out as he rides off in the moonlight. It would have been nice, though. Instead, I rely on a gut feeling. My feet pound the pavement with sharp clicks. Wearing heels was a bad idea. It’s costing me time as I run down the deserted street. I clearly would have been better off wearing boots tonight. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.

The wind blows in my face as I cut my way across an intersection and turn down a new street. I still have no hint of my stalker, just intuition leading me by the nipples. For all I know, I’m heading in the opposite direction.

A text chimes from my phone, and I pat down my pockets, trying to find where it’s at. I didn’t think to bring my phone; apparently, my stalker did that for me. I find it in my jacket pocket and pull it out quickly. With a click, the screen unlocks and the message automatically opens.

Sure enough, I find a new message from Ravenmaster. He sent me a picture. I keep running, although at a slower pace as I inspect what he sent me. It’s zoomed in on me being pressed into the wall being fucked like there’s no tomorrow. My stalker has been edited to be too blurry to get any details, much to my disappointment. From the angle the picture is taken at, he had the camera set up on the other side of the room. The question is, why is he sending me this while I’m chasing him down? A chirp sounds the arrival of a new message, so I close out of the full view of the image.

Ravenmaster: You look stunning when you’re getting fucked from behind. All the blood just adds to your sex appeal. I’m jealous it wasn’t me.

Raven: Say what now?

Ravenmaster: Oh, baby. If you had my cock, you’d know it.

Raven: Then whose cock, pray tell, did I have?

Raven: You know what… that’s not funny. I don’t appreciate you making such jokes. Now stop running from me and come back and face me yourself.

Ravenmaster: Tell me. Did you get fucked with a huge pierced cock?

Raven: That sounds an awful lot like bragging.

Raven: Wait, did you say pierced?

Ravenmaster: Want a picture?

Raven: That’s a stupid question. Obviously, I want to see.

I smile, thinking I caught him in his lie. The picture comes through and the smile slowly fades from my lips the longer I study the details. My steps come to a halt, disbelief holding me hostage. Front and foremost is a mouth-watering object of perfection. The raging hard cock stands proud, his head weeping with desire. Same bud, same. My pussy clenches with thoughts of sliding down such a fun pole. The next thing to catch my eye is the shining metal of the piercings lining his shaft. That’s one sexy ladder.

The details that make the smile leave, though, is the screen behind the stunning cock. I could have laughed it off as him sending me some porn god’s magnificent cock. But the proof is staring at me from the foreground of the picture. Plain as day is the computer screen where a video is playing of me getting fucked by who I thought was my stalker. I hold my thumb against the picture making the live feature play. Sure enough, the video is actually playing in the background.

Ravenmaster: See what you do to me?

Raven: Who fucked me?

Ravenmaster: Your ‘stalker’ obviously.

Raven: You’re my stalker. Who the fuck was it in the warehouse with me?

Ravenmaster: Oh. Did you think it was only me?

Screeching tires pull my attention away from my phone. The driver’s door is thrown open before I can even look up, and Vander jumps from the vehicle with fury written all over his features. He rushes to me and grabs my shoulders. Before I realize what he’s doing, my feet leave the ground and he’s lifting me up to be eye level with him.

The grip he has on me hurts, and I squirm, trying to get him to let me go. His eyes blaze with a fire that scorches as he traces every inch of me. “Where the fuck have you been?” he says with a deathly calm. His fingers flex on my shoulders, but he doesn’t put me down. In fact, he lifts me higher as his eyes land on my bra through my open jacket. “You lied to me.” I hope like hell it’s too dark for him to notice the blood.

He puts me down and shoves my back into the side of the car. “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not safe for you to be out here alone? What will it take to get through your fucking thick skull? You aren’t invisible. You can get hurt just like anyone else!” He paces away from me, each word getting more and more monotone. The more emotion leaving his voice just gives away how much he truly cares.

I roll my eyes. He’s being quite dramatic. “Get over it, Vander. I’m an adult. I can do what I want.” I turn my back to him and move to get in the car.

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