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“Do you plan to do any…backdoor activity?” She nervously asked.

On par with the question, I reached in the duffle bag in the back seat and showed her the brownies. “Only if you want to, but I’ll be more patient and I have these this time.”

“What are they?”

“It’s a brownie. Made special from Órfhlaith. They help mellow you out a little, kinda like the chemical but in an awake way. You don’t have to take it, but if you did, you wouldn’t be as tense.”

“What happens after you’re…done using me?” Queenie eyed me with wild and wonder in her stare. She was accepting me. Even this part of me.

“That part’s the after. And honestly, it’s the best part.”

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Queenie waited in the car with the patience of a female dove, allowing me to set up the cabin in the best way that suited us. I hadn't been in a week or two, so I made sure to change the pillowcases and sheets to ensure a pleasant time.

A quick check to the cabinets ensured everything held up. Storing the milk and snacks didn’t take long, as I ran the tap to make sure it ran clean. A slight draft took over, so I threw some wood in the fireplace and prayed it warmed a bit before she came to.

Walking to the car, my good girl never moved her blindfold and sat dutifully waiting until my return. From there, I drove off into the wilderness until I was confident she couldn’t easily find the cabin even if she did know her way around these parts.

“Last chance to back out,” I looked to her, even though she couldn’t see me.

“I trust you, Cillian.”

“Remember, baby. Remember who you’re married to. You know I’d fucking kill for you. And you know what I do to people who make an enemy of me. Let that be the fuel for your run.”

“Alright.” She breathed into through her hands.

“When I catch you, I intend to break you. It might make you cry, but that’s normal. Because you’ll be feeling a lot of things. But I’ll stop with mercy, and I’ll put you right back when we’re done.”

Unable to control myself, I leaned in to kiss her, heart racing a mile a minute that we were about to do this. “I promise to love on you so hard after I use you.” I practically flew out the car once I’d found a good spot.

Helping her out of the car, I advised her to take her blindfold off, exposing me back to those round, doe eyes. She looked as innocent and harmless as a bunny, worthy of the hunt.

“Well, what’cha waiting for? Go!” My voice startling her out her comfort, as she nearly tripped on the terrain. Initially steady at first, her pace increased, but with my stride, I figured I could give her a fair head start.

Gathering my supplies from the trunk, I ripped off a healthy piece of cloth, douching it in enough chloroform to stay moist in my pocket. I could have used a cigarette to calm my nerves, but I didn’t want a mouth that tasted like an ashtray back at the cabin, so I opted out.

The air smelled sweet around me, or maybe traces of Queenie’s perfume lingered with the smell of pine cones and dew, but once I picked up pace, all that started to blur. It’d been easy to stay on her trail at first as her heel marks betrayed her trail. Over time, the scattered spruce, birch and pine expertly hid her trail, fueling me to run faster, hunt harder, overpower her more once I picked up her scent.

A veil of excitement, hunger, power surrounded me, my cock harder than it’s ever been, the drums of my ears competing with the beating of my heart.

My little prey was going to get it. When I finally caught her, there would be no end to how I would use her. She will be mine to use and exhaust and I couldn’t wait to ruin her.

Flailing arms and hitched breaths drew me out of my concentrated trance. My pace quickened, my footsteps growing louder, as she turned around to confirm. She attempted to go faster in anticipation of me, but it only made me more ambitious. In what felt like the speed of a snap, I swallowed her small frame in mine, her genuine screams fueling my lust of taking her.

“You think you can run for me, hmm?” She tried to resist me, beating at my left arm more than capable of keeping her steady. When she elbowed me in the chest, I lost my grip and all I could do was laugh, as she went to running again and it only refueled my passion. With less of a head start, catching up had been much easier. But she had given me a good struggle, as I grabbed the cloth out of my pocket before she tried something smart like that again.

“Think you're too smart for catching, hmm?” I grunted against her attempts to beat at the hand securing the cloth on her face. In time, her grip grew visibly and noticeably weaker until she just stopped struggling altogether.

As her limp body fell against mine, I reveled in my moment of triumph, hoisting her over her shoulder so I could make it back to the car to ensure I had enough time with her before she came to at the cabin.

Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the fact I nearly doubled her in size, but she felt like she weighed nothing at all. The chemical worked its magic, as the time it took to reach the car and drive to the cabin kept her under.

Reaching the lodging, it took next to no effort to take her straight to the cabin’s modest bedroom. Chasing sure did make you thirsty. Pouring some tap, I returned to tend to my sleeping captive.

She looked so peaceful, unaware of what I’d do to her. Not wanting to rush the moment, I admired her pretty face, caressing it with a gingerly touch. Deciding she wasn’t far enough on the bed not to fall off, I worked her closer to the middle.

The hardest part wouldn’t be taking off her clothes, but how to position her. Like a life-sized doll, she was there for me to bend, fold, widen or mold, just so I could appreciate an uninterrupted view the masterpiece that was Queenie.

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