Page 13 of Stalking Christmas

“Shit, girl, you are scaring me. What the hell is going on?” Her blue eyes stare into mine with concern, the food forgotten, as I contemplate how to phrase what I need to ask her without sounding like a complete basket case.

“Did you wake up feeling like someone had touched you, especially your vagina? Was anything inside of you when you got up this morning?” I raise my hand at her look of stupefaction. “I know I sound insane right now, but I’m positive someone was in our house last night and drugged us. I... I woke up with my dildo inside of me, and I wasn’t the one to put it in there. Plus, I have cuts on my ass, and a blade was on the bed next to me. I didn’t cut myself, Daisy.”

She blinks a couple of times, like she’s not quite seeing me, or able to process the unhinged words leaving my lips. Her mouth opens and closes, then opens again. “How much of my weed didyou smoke last night? Girl, I think you went on a bad trip. I’m going to kill Tyler if he laced that shit with something.”

Frustration courses through me, and battles with the fear that is snaking up each of my limbs. She doesn’t believe me, but I know I’m not wrong about this. Someone was here last night; they did something to me to ensure I couldn’t move, couldn’t fight them off, and used me for their pleasure. Maybe it’s best if she doesn’t remember; what if he hurt her too? I shrug my shoulder and step away from her. “Yeah, maybe it was the weed or the wine. I must be trippin’.” I go to open the door for Toothless, and an image of black eyes and a skull mask enters my mind. It’s so vivid and realistic that it has my breath catching, causing me to choke, and forcing me into a coughing fit.

I force myself to make coffee, and all the while, images from last night race through my mind. I relive every moment, every touch, every depraved word that he uttered to me, as if it was happening in technicolor in my mind. It plays out like some fucked up porn movie that I starred unwittingly in. All the while, this psychotic asshole played with my mind, and my body, and made me orgasm again and again under his ministrations. Just as I’m about to argue with Daisy, taking back my words about the drugs, and instead insist that we both head to the hospital to get tested, or file a police report, his words come back to me.

“I know what you’re thinking, sweet temptation. You believe the minute this wears off that you’ll go to the cops and report me, but here’s the thing, pretty girl, you won’t. We both knowthat you enjoyed that. That it’s what you want, deep inside in the secret places you hide from the rest of the world, because you fear others will judge you, if they only knew how depraved you are.”

I can feel the ghost-like sensation of his cum on my lower back, the warm stickiness, coupled with the harsh stinging from the combination of his sweat and mine, on my ass against the cuts he made with his blade. The same blade that is still in my room. The sensation of his thick, long fingers stroking my hair as his intense black eyes, and the frightening skull mask, stare back at me as I lay there, unable to move or speak. My core clenches again, and I feel wetness dripping out of me.What the hell is wrong with me?

“I will never judge you for any of those needs, my sweet temptation. You belong to me now, and I protect what is mine. You can’t escape me, Chrissy, and if you try, I will murder your friend Daisy, and anyone else you care about, including that fucking beast, Toothless.”

Oh my God, he threatened to murder Daisy and Toothless. This psychopath believes I belong to him. What the hell am I going to do? I have no idea who this could be. He could be anyone, and we are all in danger.

“I will never let you go, and you won’t want me to, soon enough. I am what your heart desires, the monster you call out to, and beg to come and save you. I am as much a part of you as you are of me.”

His final words have my legs finally caving, and I have to grip the rickety kitchen table to prevent myself from falling to the ground. Toothless comes over and licks at my hand, a whine leaving his lips as he senses my distressed state. Daisy looks over at me with concern and brings me a glass of water. She thinks I’m still on a bad trip; she doesn’t realize how close we both cameto dying last night in our beds. What’s to stop him from doing it again tonight?

What’s to stop him from fucking me and carving me into little pieces? A part of me wants to run screaming from this house with Daisy and Toothless. The need to run is visceral, but so is the dark desire that is pooling in my stomach, and running through my veins. His words keep replaying over and over in my head.

“I am what your heart desires, the monster you call out to and beg to come and save you. I am as much a part of you as you are of me.”

Is it possible that he’s right? I do have a bunch of dark and depraved fantasies, ones I hide from everyone but myself. Did I summon this man into my life with all my dark cravings? Is it possible that he’s just living out the fabrications my perverse mind has conjured up? Do I really want to stop him from coming back?

All these thoughts race through my mind as I try to reassure Daisy that I’m fine, and as I get ready for my shift at the diner. Only one thought keeps relentlessly circling through my mind: Do I know him? My mystery man, who went to extremes last night to recreate one of my recurring fantasies. The mask he wore ensured that he could be anyone, and I wouldn’t be able to tell if he was right next to me in public.

This can’t be a stranger; it has to be someone I know. Someone with intimate knowledge about my darkest desires, the question is who?

Chapter 17

The Gift

My head is a muddled mess as I walk down the street towards the diner. I’m replaying every action and word that I heard last night. All of it now seems so fresh in my mind, as if a door has been ripped open, leaving me standing in horror in the aftermath. I burrow further into my coat, both from the frigid weather around me, and from the chill that has overtaken my bones, at the thought of enjoying a masked madman using me, and leaving me covered in his cum and my blood.

My phone vibrates in my jacket, and I pull it out, expecting a message from Dolores from the diner, as I’m already late for myshift. What I see has me stopping dead in my tracks. The person behind me slams into me and swears at me, before moving swiftly around me. I don’t dare take my eyes off the screen though.

You tasted delicious this morning; I can’t wait to taste you again, my little temptation.

What. The. Fuck.I’m so distracted that I don’t realize I’ve stopped in the middle of an intersection, until the blaring of car horns, and the yells of drivers, snap me out of my state. My startled eyes rise with panic as I rush to make it onto the curb, before someone runs me over. My eyes search out every male pedestrian to see if anyone is watching me, but everyone is going about their lives, and some of them are giving my crazy ass a wide berth. As I keep walking, dread rises in the pit of my stomach; what if this asshole means to murder me or, worse, hold me hostage as some sort of sex slave?

My eyes dart to every parked car, scouring for anyone that could be sitting there, laying in wait to shove me inside a vehicle, and take me away. By the time I manage to make it to the diner’s front door, I’m a shaking mess filled with chaotic thoughts. My breathing is exiting me in labored pants, and I’m no longer cold, but a sweaty mess under my jacket, and the desire to crawl right out of my skin is overwhelming me.Get it together, Chrissy. This fucker is a creep.I pull out my phone and decide to message him back.

Listen, sicko, you come near me again, and I’ll rip your balls off, and feed them to you.

I rip open the door of the diner with more force than necessary and stomp inside, a furious scowl across my face. I refuse to allow this psycho to intimidate me. All my life, people have triedto scare me, to force me to cower before them, and every single time I’ve fought back, so now won’t be any different. I refuse to play the victim, or be the prey this jackass seems to think that I am.

My eyes meet an aggravated Dolores, who rolls her eyes at me from behind the counter, as she pours coffee for one of our regulars, Chuck. I start stripping off my jacket, knowing she’s going to chew me out for leaving her to handle all the patrons alone.I’ve got bigger problems than serving coffee to the masses, Dolores, like someone has their unhinged sights set on me.I quickly scan how many tables are occupied, and my eyes land on a large figure wearing dark clothing, sitting in a booth in my usual section. Seeing him there causes me to stall mid-motion in removing my jacket, and I feel my jaw dropping.Nic.

What the hell are the odds this asshole is back again? My breath attempts to choke me, and I break out into a fit of rancorous coughing, that has various patrons staring at me with horror, but he never even looks my way. He’s so engrossed in whatever he’s looking at on his laptop that I bet if a bomb went off, it wouldn’t even faze him. “Missy, you gonna work today, or just stand there and look pretty?” Dolores’s croaky voice questions.

Shit! What is the matter with me?Who cares that he’s here again? Maybe he likes eating shitty food people spit in, and getting food poisoning. I rush to the back and throw all my stuff in my locker, before strapping on my apron and getting to work. “Table five is yours, girly; he hasn’t ordered anything but coffee yet. The other two tables are waiting for food to be up, so get to work.”

I straighten my shoulders, and force myself to mask my emotions, as I approach his booth and stand there waiting for his acknowledgment. I have to clear my throat twice before he pries his eyes away from the screen in front of him, and turnsto acknowledge me. Dark, tempestuous gray eyes bore into mine with intensity, and have me taking an unconscious step back. “Back again? Didn’t get enough of the shitty food the last time?”

The questions I really want to ask him run through my mind in rapid succession, but I don’t voice them.Does he live around here? Is he planning on bulldozing my neighborhood? Does he have someone to ride that wide lap of his?Instead, I cock a hip and pull out my notepad, ready to take his order.

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