Page 19 of Slay All The Way

You’re all his to slay.”

The rhythm of his voice mingles with the cold air, almost hypnotic. It sends a shiver down my spine that’s both thrilling and chilling.

He laughs, the sound dark and teasing. “Come on, my little snowflake. If you keep making me chase you, I’ll have you begging for me to let you come. Just imagine it—the thrill of the chase and the sweet taste of surrender. We’re going to have so much fucking fun. I can’t wait to feel your pretty little pussy quiver around my cock while I give you exactly what your craving.”

He’s playing a twisted game, and I’m the unwilling pawn. But there’s a part of me that’s intrigued by his enthusiasm,his relentless pursuit. As much as I know I should be afraid, especially after seeing what he did to Mark, I can’t help but feel a strange excitement thrumming through me.

“Blood-red bows, icy toes,

Underneath the tree,

With twisted glee, you’ll never be free,

His gift to you is he.”

With each frantic step, I push deeper into the forest, the branches scraping against my exposed skin like icy fingers. I feel my resolve waver, but I fight against it, driven by sheer terror and an unsettling thrill. Suddenly, he catches up to me coming out of nowhere, and tackling me into the snow. I scream, thrashing against him, but he pins me down effortlessly. His breath comes out in ragged puffs, yet his eyes burn behind his mask with a manic energy that terrifies me.

“You can’t run from me, Alaska,” he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. “You belong to me now.”

He leans closer, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “You’ve been such a good girl, snowflake. Playing a little game with me. Now, let me show you just how good it feels to be appreciated.” His voice is low and dark, laced with a promise that sends a thrill of excitement through me.

Before I can fully process his words, he tosses me effortlessly over his shoulder, my body going limp against him as he strides back toward the cabin. I gasp, caught off guard by his strength; he carries me like I weigh nothing at all. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating, the way he controls every movement with an effortless grace that makes my heart race.

“Put me down, you lunatic!” I shout, trying to sound defiant, though the tremor in my voice gives me away. I squirm, and beat my fists against the taught muscles of his back.

“Oh, come on, my little snowflake,” he chuckles, his breath warm against my skin. “You know you’re enjoying this.”

As he walks, I breathe in his scent—a heady mix of pine, blood, and musk that wraps around me like a thick fog, intoxicating and primal. There’s something undeniably alluring about the way he possesses me, and I can’t help but feel a rush of arousal at the thought of being so completely at his mercy.

“You’re fucking delusional! You need help, like real fucking help! Let me go! I don’t want this!” I say, attempting to maintain some semblance of control, but he only laughs, a low, rumbling sound that sends heat right to my core.

Fuck. What is wrong with me. He just killed Mark. Left him displayed in front of my cabin like some sick and twisted decoration, and yet, I can’t help but feel like I want him. I wantthis, despite everything. I want him to give me all the attention, time and orgasms Mark never would.

Never could.

His grip is firm, and I can’t help but imagine him throwing me around the bedroom, his muscles flexing as he takes complete control of me. Being a thicker girl, I’ve always felt self-conscious about it, but right now, it feels liberating. This stranger couldn’t care less about any of it. He wants me, and he’s willing to kill to have me. The heat builds between my thighs, a throbbing pulse in my core that both excites and terrifies me.

“Just wait until I get out of this,” I add, trying to sound fierce, but there’s a hint of anticipation creeping in, and he must sense it. “I’m going to make sure they lock your psycho ass up for the rest of your life.”

“Really? You think you can escape me?” His laugh deepens, resonating in my chest. “I can’t wait to see you try.”

His strength makes me feel safe, even as my mind races with uncertainty about what’s to come. Knowing my attempts to get free are a waste of energy, I give up. Letting him carry me along over his shoulder as he treks back toward the cabin. I should be freaking out, but I find myself intrigued, and shamefully eager to surrender to whatever dark desires he has in store for me.

As we reach the cabin, my heart pounds with a mix of fear and excitement, and I can’t shake the thrill of wondering how far he’s willing to take this. “You’ll be sorry for this,” I tease, hoping to mask my own excitement with bravado. “You’ll be begging for my forgiveness.”

“Sweetheart, I promise, once we get started, you’ll be the only one begging. Begging for more,” he replies with a dark laugh that sends a chill right down my spine.

Shit. Why do I feel like he’s right.

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JOHNNY

I Am Santa Clause - Bob Rivers

Finally. Finally, I have her. My little snowflake is all fucking mine. Awake, aware, and—oh, she’s feisty.

“Get off me, you freak,” she growls, her voice shaky but full of that bite that just makes my cock harder. “You think this is gonna work? You think tying me up with Christmas ribbon is gonna make me?—”

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