Page 7 of Out of the Darkness

If she thought that note was bad, it was a good thing Madelyn didn’t show her the note that she got from Xavier that morning. She would really lose her shit then.

Melanie shook her head. “No, I’m not going to let that happen. Let’s go.”

Madelyn cocked an eyebrow as she watched Melanie rise to her feet and snatch the file off the table before she shoved it into her bag. “Go where?”

“To the station. You are going to file a police report and show them these letters.”

She was shaking her head before Melanie even finished speaking and folded her arms across her chest. That was completely out of the question. “No. I’m not.”

“And why the hell not?” Melanie threw her arms out to her sides. “I don’t get you. You work for the cops, for crying out loud. And you trust me as far as I know. Yet, you don’t trust them? How does that even make sense?”

“My reasons are my own, Mel. Besides, I told you, and that’s good enough for me.”

Melanie growled in frustration before flopping back down into her seat and pointing her finger in Madelyn’s direction. “You are such a pain in the ass. I really hope you know what you are doing because there is no guarantee that I can keep you safe on my own.”

It wasn’t her expectation for Melanie to keep her safe. She was confident that she could defend herself should the need arise. She just wanted someone else to know what was going on in case the worst should happen and she failed to protect herself. However, she didn’t like the fact that Melanie was so upset with her. So, she decided to try a compromise. “If the guy ever makes me feel unsafe, I will go to the police, okay? Would that satisfy you?”

“No. But it’s a start,” Melanie retorted, picking at her salad. “You know, one of these days, you are going to tell me why you have such an aversion to the police.”

“Wouldn’t you rather hear more about the monster dildo he sent me this morning?” Madelyn asked playfully, hoping to lighten the mood as well as change the subject. She knew Melanie wasn’t happy, but she never did stay mad at Madelyn for long.

“No! I don’t want to hear about your monster cock!” Melanie snapped a little too loudly.

A group of older women who were dressed in their Sunday best and sitting just a few tables away gasped and began whispering hurriedly to one another, causing Melanie’s face to flush. Madelyn laughed at the sight as she picked up half of her sandwich. Maybe, one day, she’d tell Melanie about the hell she had gone through with the police when she was a child, but today was not that day.

Chapter Three

Madelyn

Teeth digging into her bottom lip, Madelyn’s eyes were wide as she watched the video that was playing on her phone. She also found herself incapable of looking away. It was wrong on so many levels, both sick and twisted, and while she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, she found herself aroused by it nonetheless.

All she could do was stare at the screen as the large, tattooed hand jerked the massive and pierced cock with heavy strokes. She had never seen a cock that big before, let alone a pierced one, and she had always been a sucker for tattooed hands as well. The soft, guttural groans that emanated through the phone’s speaker as he pleasured himself turned her on despite the wrongness of it all. The only thing keeping her from sliding her fingers down between her legs to relieve the growing ache was the fact that the video had come from her stalker. It was his cock she was looking at and being turned on by. To top it off, he was jerking off to a picture of her, one he had taken the day she had gone out to lunch with Melanie.

Over the last week, things with Xavier had escalated like something out of all the dark romance novels she liked to read so much. The primal obsession, the need and lust, the ‘touch her and die’ vibes he gave off. She had always wondered what it would be like to have someone feel that way about her, but now that it happened, she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Xavier had somehow gotten ahold of her cell phone number, too, and had been texting her every day since. Sometimes sweet little things like how beautiful she looked that day or that he hoped she had a good day at work. Other times, he sent some of the raunchiest and naughtiest of text messages that caused her face to heat while also needing a change of panties. He texted her as if the two of them were a couple and had been together for a while even though they had never met face to face.

Madelyn never responded, of course, the rational part of her mind knowing that doing so would only encourage him to continue or take things further. However, it was getting increasingly difficult for her to keep ignoring him. Especially when he did stuff like this.

In her messed-up mind, it had become a kind of game. The more he tried to get her attention, the more she ignored him. Push and pull. Cat and mouse. She knew she was the victim here—she wasn’t stupid—but for some reason, she felt like she held all the power. It was a rather addicting and intoxicating feeling when she had spent the majority of her life feeling powerless and helpless.

“Fuck, Madelyn,” Xavier groaned in the video. His voice was husky and deep as his hand pumped his shaft. “I can’t wait to be inside you, baby. See how hard I am just thinking about it? About your pussy gripping and rippling around my cock as I fuck you fast and hard until you scream my name. Mmm.”

Her traitorous pussy clenched in response to his dirty words, and the arousal in his voice caused a small gasp to escape her lips. He shouldn’t have this kind of hold on her, and she knew that she had to be deeply broken and depraved to find enjoyment in something like this, but she couldn’t help it. It was like watching a porno made specifically for her.

“I bet you feel so damn good, little dove, so tight,” he continued.

Madelyn heard his sharp intake of breath as his strokes became harder and more frantic, clearly close to finding his release. It was as if he were imagining what it would actually be like to be inside of her and was getting off on it. That thought caused the ache between her own legs to intensify. She shifted on her bed, the pressure almost too much to bear, as she continued to watch the video, utterly transfixed as if it were the first cock she’d ever seen.

A few moments later, he came with a groan and her name on his lips. His cock twitched in his hand as it shot ropes and ropes of thick, heavy cum all over the picture of her. As that happened, her mind flashed with images of him cumming on her actual face, her breasts, inside of her…

Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden direction her thoughts had turned, and she quickly closed the video just as Xavier had begun to smear his cum around her face in the picture with his fingers.

Resting her head against the headboard, Madelyn ran a shaky hand through her hair. For someone who wanted so desperately to be normal, she was acting anything but. Anyone else would be terrified and would have already gone to the police. They would have then hounded the police until they did something about it. But not her. Instead, she found herself intrigued and curious. She wanted to know: Why her? What was it that caused him to fixate on her?

Her curiosity was eating away at her, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed answers and decided then and there that enough was enough. She pulled up the text message thread with Xavier, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tried to figure out what it was she wanted to say. However, before she was able to even type a single word, a loud knock sounded at her front door.

The sound made her jump like a kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She rolled her eyes at her awkwardness and set her phone down on the bed before getting up and heading down the stairs. Taking them two at a time, she skidded to a stop in front of the door and pulled it open.

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