Page 48 of Stalker

Which meant we had the whole place to ourselves.

Time to play.

I entered the back of the maze, walking the path I already knew by heart until I made it to my spot. I changed out of my suit and into another dark set of jeans and a zip up black hoodie. But I didn’t bother closing it up this time. I wanted Peyton to see me, to touch me.

Eventually, at least.

To begin with, I was going to torment her through the maze and make her wild with fear and panic before I even revealed myself.

I backed into the small space between stalks until I wasn’t visible on either path and waited to hear her soft footsteps as she slowly made her way through.

Her angry voice met me before her sight did. “I hate you.” She turned around in the path when she got to the intersection and looked each direction. “I fucking hate you.” She hissed. As she gripped the skirt of her sexy dress, her hands balled into fists. Her anxiety was palpable, and I smiled behind the spooky mask as I watched her.

The mask wasn’t necessary, but it went with the Halloween vibe and it ensured she wouldn’t recognize me when she faced me. Because last night I was perfectly fine fucking her from behind, but tonight I wanted her on her back when I slid deep into her body. I wanted to stare into her eyes as I claimed her, even if she couldn’t see mine.

“Dane!” Her shrill scream echoed off the corn stalks around us, “I fucking hate you! Do you hear me, you creepy piece of shit? I hate this!”

“No, you don’t.” I replied, causing her to scream in fear. She whipped around to face me, but I had already backed up through the corn to the next path and disappeared from sight.

“Wait!” She pushed through the corn but was much slower and I was two paths away before she got through the first.

“Make it to the exit before I do.” I yelled, “You won’t like the consequences if you don’t.”

“Fuck you!” She yelled back, but I heard her turn and start running towards the south wall where the exit was. Little did she know the path was full of dead ends and U-turns, though. “You’re cheating!”

I crashed through a wall one path over from hers and she shrieked at the noise, running faster as I turned and ran in the other direction. She couldn’t decide whether to chase me down or win the game. I could almost feel her adrenaline rushing through her veins, making her indecision and critical thinking skills run into each other.

She’d never make it in time, but that was the point. She wasn’t supposed to win. She was the prize, not the victor.

I tucked myself in next to the exit as she made it closer and waited, using darkness and her distraction in my favor. It was going to feel so good to claim my prize.

I heard her footsteps as she rounded the corner, sprinting toward the opening, and saw the look of immense victory on her pretty face as she neared it.

And that was when I revealed myself. I reached out with my hand and caught her by the throat as she ran by, pulling her into the corn with her back against my chest. Predictably, she fought like a rabid cat getting carried towards a bath. Every time her nails gouged another bit of skin off my hands and arms, my dick got harder.

I took a deep breath against her hair, even though the mask was in the way, but it added to the overall vibe of the hunt. “You lose.” I growled, and she fought anew.

I dragged her backward, through different paths of the corn as she kept fighting me. She reached up behind her and slashed at my face, catching the mask and trying to rip it off, but I got her where I wanted her without her succeeding.

People could find a couple of different openings in the maze, each one had benches and hint boards to use when they were too lost to find their way out. And the bench we neared made the perfect spot to play with my little toy. I forced her to the ground with her back against the back of the bench on her knees.

“Nice mask. I would have taken you for more of a Freddy fan.” She sassed and then gasped when I tightened a leather cuff over her wrist, immobilizing her. She fought me for the fun of it, but I made quick work of the other one and then stood up to admire her.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her tits were almost completely free of the low-cut dress. I couldn’t wait to play with them either, and my mouth watered as I stared down at her. Last night I barely got to touch them, but tonight, I’d feast on them before I fucked her.

She adjusted herself on her knees, parting them and sinking lower as she stared up at me. “Well, is that why you wear a mask?” She nodded at me with her chin, “Is your face fucked up like Freddy?”

I tore my sweatshirt off and grinned under the mask when her eyes roved over my exposed chest and abs. Her lips parted as I walked away from her, showing her the expansive art on my back above my belt, and laid my sweater over the tall board with hints on it along the other side of the clearing.

“You should be more worried about what I can do with a knife.” I tilted my head to her creepily as I sauntered back to her.

Her chin rose as she tried to muster up her bravery to face danger head on. “You can’t use physical pain against me as a threat. You already said you’d never hurt me.”

I pulled my favorite knife from my pocket and flicked it open as I neared her. Standing right over her and her eyes widened as she watched me spin the knife around between my fingers like a magician. “I don’t have to use physical pain to hurt you.” I stopped swirling the knife around and lowered it so the point of the blade landed on her cheek. “Sometimes the fear is enough to mimic the pain.”

I gently slid the tip down her cheek, light enough not to break skin, but hard enough to threaten it with the slightest movement.

“So you’re a sadist, with a conscience?” She whispered, moving just her lower jaw until my blade reached her plump lips.

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