Page 3 of Slay All The Way

But most importantly, my Santa makes sureeveryonegets exactly what they deserve.

“Killer clown, killer clown,

Stalking through the snow,

Ribbons tight, silent night,

Nowhere left to go.”

I hum a little Christmas tune under my breath, keeping my footfalls light as I walk through the snow. The fresh powder crunches under my boots, a sound that would seem so innocent—if only I were. But there’s nothing fucking innocent about me.

Not tonight. Not ever.

From the cover of the forest, I can see right into their precious little cabin. Warm light spills through the windows, throwing shadows across the snow like some kind of twisted holiday postcard. If anyone passed by, they’d think this was the perfect little Christmas getaway.

They wouldn’t have a clue that just beyond the tree line there’s a monster’s watching.

Finding a large pine, I tuck myself into the shadows outside the large window on the side of the cabin. There she is—Alaska. My beautiful little snowflake, fragile and unique, drifting in a storm she doesn’t even realize is swallowing her whole.

Fuck, I could watch her forever.

She moves across the room, slow and graceful like the goddess she is. She’s frustrated, I can tell. There’s a tension in the way she walks, the way her arms cross over her chest. She’s pacing, probably thinking about that pathetic boyfriend of hers. What was his name again? Mark? Yeah, that’s it. Mark. Useless little prick. He’s probably on his phone again, ignoring her while he scrolls through his pointless fucking life.

A life I can’t wait to end.

I chuckle softly. How does she not see it? How does she not see that she’s wasting her time with him? I’ve been watching long enough to know that Mark isn’t interested in Alaska, not the way I am. I can tell by the way he looks at her and dismisses her. To him, she’s just a warm body to get him through the night.

But I see more. I seeher.

“Such a fucking fool,” I mutter to myself as I shake my head, my voice muffled by the Santa hood wrapped tightly around my head.

Beneath the hood, my clown mask rests against my chest, a reminder of who I am. Who I’ll be when it’s time to take her. But not yet. No, no. The mask is for later when I finally claim her.

For now, I just watch.

She’s by the window now, with her arms wrapped around herself, her breath fogging up the glass as she stares into the snowy night. I can’t help but smile.Does she feel me? Does she sense I’m right here, just outside, watching her every move?

A small part of me hopes she does.

It would make everything so much more...fun.

The firelight dances across her skin, highlighting the curve of her neck and the delicate line of her jaw. I can see the disappointment in her eyes, that subtle little pout she does when she’s annoyed. Fuck, it’s beautiful. She’s goddamn perfect, and she doesn’t even know it.

Mark doesn’t see it either. That piece of shit couldn’t see it if he wanted to. He’s too distracted, always glued to that damn phone of his. I’ve seen him with his nose buried in it, ignoring her while she tries to talk, to connect. Hell, I bet right now he’s probably texting some slut, making plans for when he gets back. He doesn’t deserve my little snowflake. He doesn’t appreciate her.

But I do.

I shift, adjusting my position to get a better look at her. She’s wearing this soft, fuzzy red sweater that clings to her just right. Her hands move to her chest, rubbing her arms like she’s cold, but I know it’s not the temperature getting to her. She’s lonely. She’sachingfor attention, for someone toactuallygive a damn about her.

And that someone is me.

I can feel my pulse quickening, that familiar heat building in my chest. My cock twitches as I watch her. She’s standing so close to the window, just a few inches of glass separating us. If I wanted to, I could walk right up to the cabin, press my face against the glass, and she’d see me.

She’dknowI’ve been watching her.

But that would spoil the fun I have planned.

No, no. The thrill is in the waiting, the anticipation, the knowledge that I’m always there, just out of sight, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She’ll know soon enough. She will know who I am and how fucking good I can make her feel.

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