Page 15 of Frozen Obsession

The figure lunges. Marcos barely has time to react before the man’s fist connects with his face, the sickening sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberating through the room. Marcos struggles, trying to fend him off, but manages to break away.

"Run, Xena," he shouts, as I stand there naked, cum still spread on my pussy. Great.

My mind races through countless horror flicks, realizing that running deeper into the cabin could get me killed. But the woods—I know the woods like the back of my hand, so I make a break for it. My body jolts forward, sprinting for the door. Marcos must’ve had the same thought because he’s already there, yanking it open.

"Where’s your car?" I shout, running behind him, the cold biting into my skin,my toes painfully frozen.

"Down the hill!" he yells back, and we keep running through the woods, our breath visible in the frigid air.

Then the sound of a bear trap snapping shut fills the night, followed by a blood-curdling scream.

"AHHH!"

"Marcos!" I yell, skidding to a stop beside him, my breath fogging in the icy air. He’s sprawled in the snow, terror and pain twisting every feature of his face, his leg mangled in the steel jaws of a trap. Blood stains the pristine white around him, seeping into the snow like ink spreading across paper.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck," I mutter, panic clawing at my throat as I scan the surrounding woods, desperately hoping for something—anything—to give us a way out. The wind bites at my skin, and my limbs ache from the cold, trembling as if they might give out beneath me. My hands shake, useless in the freezing air, and I can barely think past the sound of Marcos's screams, raw and filled with agony.

I drop to my knees beside him, my mind racing, unable to focus. What the hell do I do? My fingers hover over the trap, but it’s brutal, unforgiving. There’s no way I’m strong enough to pry it open, not without tools, not in this condition. I'm freezing. And Marcos… he’s wailing, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps, his green eyes wide with terror.

I do the only thing I can think of—I slap a hand over his mouth.

"Shhh! Whoever’s out there could hear us," I whisper harshly, my heart hammering so loud I can barely hear my own words. His eyes lock onto mine, so wide, so scared, and then I feel it—warmth, wetness—his tears spilling over my fingers, soaking into my skin.

"I know… I know it hurts," I choke out, my voice barely holding steady, "but you have to stay quiet. Please."

But it’s already too late. The figure is closing in, the grotesque mask of Jimmy’s face swaying with each step, the storm swirling snow around him like he’s some kind of demented ghost.

"Please… no!" I scream as the man approaches, but my voice is swallowed by the storm. I’m so cold my limbs lock up, and I just stay there, kneeling beside Marcos, who’s cursing at the man.

"Who the fuck are you, man?" Marcos’s voice breaks as the figure cocks his head to the side, brandishing a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.

"Why are you doing this?" I plead, but the figure stays silent, drawing closer. And then it hits me, like a punch to the gut. I know that stance, that swagger. He’s more muscular now, covered in more ink, but it’s him. I know it’s him.

"Ro?" I whisper, my voice barely audible over the storm. And that’s when he pauses. Marcos looks at me, confused—he doesn’t know Roman personally, but everyone knows about my crazy stepbrother. The one who raped me and killed my boyfriend during a psychotic break. Everyone knows our family tragedy.

"Your crazy brother’s out of jail?" Marcos spits, his voice tinged with desperation. But there’s no escaping Roman—believe me, I’ve tried. Even in my dreams, he’s there, haunting me.

Roman rips off the mask, revealing the face beneath. Those once beautiful eyes are now cold and merciless, a twisted smile curling across his bloodstained lips.

"Boo," he says with a chuckle, "or should I say, ho ho."

I shake my head, trying to make sense of the nightmare unfolding in front of me. Roman can’t be here. This can’t be happening. I can’t die like this. But deep down, I know he wants to break me. This ghost from the Christmas past is here to exact his revenge.

"Roman… No!" My voice trembles, caught between horror and disbelief. Roman’s eyes gleam with cruel satisfaction as he closes the distance between us. I scramble backward, away from Marcos, who’s desperately pleading with me.

"Xena, don’t leave me!" But it’s too late. Roman’s hand wraps around the back of Marcos’s head, and with a sickening crunch, he drives the knife deep into his throat. Marcos gurgles, trying to speak, but only blood spills from his lips before his body slumps forward, lifeless. His green eyes lock onto mine as the life drains out of him.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck," I mutter, my brain barely processing what just happened.

Slowly, I look up at Roman—the devil himself. The most handsome devil, with a grin that spreads across his blood-stained face. Despite the carnage clinging to his skin, he looks good enough to eat.

"Did you miss me, Xena Bean?" Roman’s voice is a chilling whisper, his breath visible in the freezing air. His hands, slick with blood, slide across my cheek. Tears stream down my face—the drugs have worn off, and there’s no escape. I sob, the anguish racking my body as the snow bites into my flesh, but Roman’s presence is a blazing inferno, consuming me with brutal heat.

Without warning, he throws me down into the snow, his grip tightening around my throat as he forces himself inside me. I scream, but the wind howls louder, drowning out my cries. The storm rages on, the snow swirling violently around us as Roman fucks me, relentless and merciless. A twisted mix of arousal and disgust churns in my gut, but I can’t deny it—I welcome it. Each painful thrust burns through the remnants of my sanity. I don’t even realize I’m pushing back against him until his hand fists in my hair, yanking me closer.

"You’ve always been such a desperate whore," he growls, his voice dripping with venom. "My cock is your true drug, my little junkie. But I’m here now. I’ll fix you. I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving."

His bloody hand slides down to my clit, pressing hard as he fucks me into the freezing ground. The sharp contrast between his brutal heat and the icy cold sends shockwaves through my body. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my vision blurring as Marcos’s blood seeps toward us, staining the pure white snow a sickening crimson. Roman’s thrusts grow more violent, his grip on me unyielding as he pulls me closer, deeper into this nightmare. He’s so deep inside me I can feel his balls slapping against my skin, the weight of him crushing meinto the earth.

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