Page 27 of Corrupted Heart

The seconds tick by.

RaisedByWolves

2 hours from now. Central Park Driveway and East Drive

A shudder violently rips through me. What the fuck. He wants to meet tonight? In two hours, so 11:30? In the middle of Central Park? Is he crazy?

Are YOU, girl?

My heart pounds as I stare at the chat.

RaisedByWolves

If you’re not up for the type of games I play, we’ll be done right here and now. 3…

RaisedByWolves

2…

My pulse spikes.

BrokenBee

I’ll be there

RaisedByWolves

Good girl.

Jesus…

RaisedByWolves

Come alone. Remember your safe word.

Vanish.

RaisedByWolves

I look forward to hunting you and listening to you squeal as you take my cock in every slutty little hole you have, BrokenBee.

The lit “online” icon next to his username goes dark.

My heart almost stops as I stare at his last message.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

There’s no way I can do this. None. This is how you get murdered in the park, idiot.

…Or, conversely, this is how you have the hottest experience of your life.

Maybe wanting to get chased by a stranger through Central Park at night is crazy. Perhaps wanting that stranger to hurt me, and pin me down, and violently fuck me is insane.

Wanting this to be how I lose my virginity is definitely lunacy.

But tonight, I want to try on crazy and see how it fits.

Before I know it, I’m blurting out goodbyes to everyone, throwing out some excuse about an early call time tomorrow, and bolting downstairs. I grab a taxi to my place, rip off my clothes, and get through my bizarre bathing routine as fast as I can.

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