Page 21 of A Dark Infinity

She stirs slightly as I fasten the restraints, but she remains blissfully unaware of the chains that now bind her to me. There’s only one thing left to do; I want Lark to see the real me. Leaving her, I dart into my office and retrieve my mask. Then I undress and with a mixture of satisfaction and desperation, I climb back into bed beside her, longing to feel her warmth against my skin.

As I lie there in the darkness, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing, I know that I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine forever. She may resist, she may fight, but in the end, she’ll realize that she belongs to me, body and soul.

And I’ll never let her go.

10

Lark

IgroanasIslowly emerge from the haze of unconsciousness, my senses are assaulted by a disorienting array of sensations. My limbs feel heavy, weighted down by an invisible force that renders movement impossible. The harsh glare of the lights above sends a searing pain through my eyes, and I instinctively squint against the brightness.

Confusion grips me as I struggle to make sense of my surroundings. Where am I? The fog in my mind begins to clear, revealing the stark reality of my situation. I’m lying naked on a bed, my body exposed and vulnerable, and a creeping sense of dread washes over me.

With mounting horror, I realize that my arms are bound, secured to the bed frame by restraints I can’t see but only feel. Panic sets in as I frantically attempt to free myself by pulling at the restraints, but my efforts prove futile against the unyielding chains that bind me.

I cry out, every instinct screams at me to flee, to somehow break free from the nightmare that engulfs me. But no matter how hard I fight, the chains refuse to yield, binding me to the bed like a helpless sacrifice.

A groan pierces the heavy silence, and I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I turn my head, dreading what I might see. And there he is, my tormentor, pressed so tightly to me I don’t know how I didn’t notice him right away.

My stalker.

“What... what do you want from me?” I manage to choke out, my voice trembling with fear.

He’s naked, his form illuminated by the harsh light, and the sight of him sends a fresh wave of fear coursing through me. The black mask he wears is a chilling reminder of the terror he’s inflicted upon me, its white X’s staring back at me like accusing eyes.

Unlike the times I’ve seen him in the dark, I can see his gray eyes peeking back at me and his lips curling into a twisted smirk beneath the mask. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize the true extent of his depravity. I’m trapped, defenseless against the darkness that surrounds me, and the realization fills me with a bone-deep dread.

When he finally speaks, his voice is low and menacing. “You looked so beautiful on the dance floor, Lark. So tempting.”

His words make my pussy throb with need. It has to be at the reminder of what dancing with Ethan led to. “What did you do with Ethan?” I ask. Fuck, did he kill my boss like he did the stranger in the alley? “Please, just let me go,” I plead, my voice wavering with desperation.

But he only chuckles darkly, his masked face betraying no hint of emotion. “You can’t leave, Lark. Not now, not ever.”

“I don’t know what you’ve done with Ethan, but you need to let him go,” I demand, my voice shaking with both fear and anger. “He’s not part of whatever sick game you’re playing.”

My stalker’s masked face betrays no emotion as he watches me with unsettling calmness. “Ethan?” he muses, the name rolling off his tongue like a dark promise. “You mean the man who dared to touch what’s mine?”

“I’m not yours!” I retort, my heart pounding in my chest.

A chilling laugh escapes him, sending a shiver down my spine. “Oh, Lark,” he says, his voice tinged with amusement. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

To my horror I realize that the more he talks, the wetter I become. This man is… I don’t know how to describe my reaction to him other than I’m losing my damn mind.

When I woke up to find he had visited in my sleep, I was flattered. And yeah, I’ve woken up a few times with him next to me in bed. But this… he’s never forced me before. The other times I’ve felt like I was in charge, which was clearly just an illusion.

“Just tell me what you’ve done with Ethan,” I beg, not able to let it go until I know. “Is he hurt?”

My stalker merely smirks in response, his eyes glinting behind the unsettling mask. “Isn’t it obvious, Lark?” he taunts, his voice dripping with malice. “I’ve taken what’s rightfully mine. And now it’s your turn.”

There’s something about his voice, something familiar yet twisted, like a nightmare I can’t quite remember upon waking. But amidst the fear, a sliver of recognition begins to dawn, stirring deep within the recesses of my mind.

“No,” I whisper, my heart racing with realization. “It can’t be...”

But before I can piece together the puzzle, my stalker rolls on top of me. Despite the sudden movement, he’s careful to rest his weight on his forearms and not squeeze me. His hot, hard cock rests against my stomach, and I can’t contain the moan stirring in my throat.

“Look at you pretending not to like it,” he muses. “But I bet you’re soaking wet. What do you say, Little Bird, should I spread your legs and find out?”

Little Bird…

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