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Just remember, little temptation, you’re now an accomplice to the crime I committed. You buried the hands, rather than reporting them. Tick tock, I’ll be waiting.

I look away from my phone, and with visceral disappointment, I notice that Nic is long gone. I walk over to his table, and see that he’s left two hundred dollars to cover his tab, which can’t equal more than twenty bucks. Fuck, I really hoped that it was him that was stalking me. I know that I shouldn’t dare go and meet this disturbed psycho anywhere, never mind at‘the hole’,but instead of feeling terror, all I feel is excitement, and I can’t wait for my shift to be over.Fuck, there is something seriously wrong with me.

Chapter 18

Santa

Iwatch her get increasingly flustered, as I inquire about her roommate; she doesn’t hide her jealousy well. My little temptation doesn’t want me to be attracted to Daisy or anyone else. She wants me for herself, but she’s too stubborn to acknowledge that, or make a move. I’m enjoying the spider and fly game we’re playing. Slowly and surely, I’m weaving my web tighter and tighter around her, ensuring that she will never be able to escape me. She’s my tasty morsel, and I find that I’m ravenous for her now, after having a taste of her pretty pussy.

An idea pops into my mind to mess with her some more; I love how irate she gets, and how her smooth skin flushes red with her wrath, causing her adorable freckles to become more pronounced. I know earlier, she was questioning what happened to her, and if it was real. I watched through my hidden cameras, as she came to the terrifying realization that it wasn’t all in her head, when she saw the small injection site on Daisy’s neck in her kitchen. I heard her pose her questions to her roommate to find out if I had touched her too. It was a stunning sight, the fear reflected across her expressive face, and the way her body went rigid and on the defense, as if I could still harm her from a distance. Technically, I could, but I don’t want to. Not yet, I want to be close enough to smell her fear, and watch all her microexpressions in real time. I know I’m sick and deranged, but that’s never bothered me. I am unapologetic about the monster that I am.

I send her a text about her ass stinging, because I can see her grimace every time she shifts; the cuts I left her with must be rubbing against the fabric of her panties. I force myself to hide the satisfied grin that wants to cross my face, at the memory of how prettily she bled. She’ll shed so much more of the bright crimson before I’m done with her.

She doesn’t disappoint me, as a scowl mars her face, and she scans the room for a man watching her, or on his phone.Silly little temptationdoesn’t realize there’s a way around all of that if you have the technical skills, which I have in spades. I avoid looking in her direction, pretending to be completely engrossed in work. Little does she know that right now, capturing her is my only priority.

She ignores my text and pushes the phone back into her pocket, going off to serve other patrons and avoiding me, as if I have the fucking plague. That won’t do; I need to hear her voice, and the snark behind all her words, as she executes her venomin my direction. I wonder if she’ll spew that angry malice once I have her tied up, naked, and in my bed? I picture her lying against my dark silk sheets, all that soft skin on display, and red hair spread across my pillows. In my mind, she’s wearing one of my steel collars, a leash trailing down her neck ready for me to wrap in my wrist, a ball gag shoved inside of her mouth, and nipple clamps clipped to her pretty rose tips, as her arms and legs are spread and bound to the hooks I have built into the four corners of my bed frame. I need to make that a reality as soon as possible. My cock throbs inside the confines of my pants, at the provocative images playing inside my mind.

I send her another text, hoping to get her attention. Her body stiffens for a moment as she feels the vibration of the phone in her pocket, but she resists reading my message. Instead, she heads behind the counter and wipes it down.Naughty girl, you can’t avoid me for long.If she doesn’t respond to me soon, I might have to do something drastic she won’t like at all. Something that will have a whole bunch of people bleeding on this tacky diner floor, starting with her rude coworker, Dolores.

Maybe she’ll pay attention if I slam my blade into Dolores’ throat, and watch as her blood cascades down her stained blue uniform, or perhaps I’ll stab out the eye of the old fucker at the counter, that keeps watching my temptation’s ass sway every time she moves. The need for blood and violence spreads through me, and I have to clench my hands into fists, to resist the urge to put my fantasies into action.

She finally pulls out her phone and reads my message. Her eyebrow rises, and the corner of her lips tilts downwards with disapproval. She begins to type something back to me. I watch my screen from the corner of my eye, as words appear with her keystrokes, and then disappear again. She has no idea that I’ve cloned her phone and can see everything she’s doing. Themessage pops up with her response, and I have to use my fist to disguise my laugh, and pretend to cough.

You want me to play along with your sick games, I need answers to my questions, otherwise, go fuck yourself.

She’s such a hot-blooded spitfire; maybe that is what attracts me to her. She refuses to cower, even when she knows she’s outmatched.

You’re not really in a position to bargain with me, little temptation. Shall I remind you that I can get to you wherever and whenever I want? I’ll humor you, though, and give you two questions if you play along. Choose wisely, but first, you humor me.

She has no idea that my words are true. There is nowhere that she could hide from me, that I won’t be able to get to her. Chrissy Cranbrook isminein every way until she takes her last breath, and I have no intention of allowing that to happen until I’ve had my fill of her. Even then, I might keep her in a cage like a favorite pet.

Touch yourself over your clothes behind the counter. Rub that sweet little pussy and make yourself drip while everyone else is having breakfast and only wishing they could taste you.

The little minx searches the crowd again, as if whoever is demanding such depraved actions from her is just going to make themselves apparent. Her eyes land in my direction once again, but I bring the cup of shitty coffee to my lips, and continue typing away on my laptop, one-handed. Is that a frown of disappointment across those sultry lips? Does she hope that it’sme who is behind the requests?Soon, my sweet temptation, you will realize that it has always been me.

How do I know you’ll answer my questions if I play along? For all I know, you could refuse after I’ve done what you’ve asked.

She’s right; I could, I’m not really an honorable, standup guy. After all, I get my kicks murdering people, and she will be no exception when I eventually lose interest in her. A niggling thought in the back of my mind tells me that isn’t likely to happen with her. I’ve never felt obsession and infatuation like this for anything or anyone. All these new feelings and emotions are starting to really worry me. I don’t have any use for them in my life.

Take a risk and find out. You’re a brave girl.

She scrunches down lower behind the counter, to disguise her actions from the patrons not more than a few feet away from her, and oblivious to my obscene request. After just a few quick moments, a look of frustration furrows her forehead, and causes lines between her brows. She’s not getting the friction she needs over the thick material of her pants, is my guess. My cock goes rock hard and pushes against my zipper, as I watch her through the camera closest to the counter, as she slips her hand down the front of her jeans, below the fabric of her apron, and plays with herself. I force myself to swallow the growl that wants to loudly announce how attracted I am to her.

Fuck, I may cum in my pants like a schoolboy, without even touching myself. She’s so deliciously naughty, perfect for me in every way, mysweet little temptation. I can’t wait to slip inside of her, and bury myself to the hilt in her tight warmth. The memory of how wet and perfect she was, just a few hours ago,as I fucked her pussy and ass with my fingers, and then the vibrator, has been playing nonstop inside of my mind. Will she moan and cry out as I thrust inside of her ruthlessly? Will she beg me for mercy, as I use my blade across the perfection of her porcelain skin?Fuck, I hope so.

Naughty little temptation. Ask your question.

I observe with humor as she types one-handed, refusing to stop her attempt to make herself orgasm now that she’s turned on. Her neck and cheeks are tinted in a pink blush, and her deep brown eyes sparkle with mischief. She knows full well that what she’s doing is wrong by polite society standards, but it doesn’t stop her from seeking what she wants.She’s fucking perfect.

Who are you? What do you want from me, and are you going to kill me?

Sneaky little brat, that’s three questions, and just cause she tries to roll them into two doesn’t mean I’m not paying attention, although I will admit, I am more than ready to pull out my hard, throbbing cock and cum all over this sticky diner table. In my opinion, my cum would be an improvement to the aesthetic of this place.

You only get two questions, little temptation. If you want more, you have to earn them, like a good girl.

Fuck, I hope she wants to continue to play along, and she’s more than curious about me. I want to see how far she’s willing to go to get what she wants. I know that there is no stopping me from obtaining my goals once I have set them. Right now, all of them revolve around the pretty redhead about to cum all over her fingers in a diner filled with people.

I’m an admirer, fixated on you. A predator hunting his pretty prey. As for what I want, that’s simple: you. I want every part of you, from your beating heart to that sexy ass and that pretty pussy. I want to consume you.

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