Page 9 of Sinner

“I’ll see you soon, my sweet Desdemona.”

Without looking back, I took off running once again, certain he would follow. This was a game to him, a dark foray into the pits of hell.

I refused to allow him to catch me, suddenly caught up in vicious mind games haunting my thoughts, the images tearing through my mind.

Blood.

Violence.

Sex.

Every aspect of the games I’d played and the ones I’d invented weighing heavily on my mind.

Yet I was free.

More so than I’d been in my life.

My legs felt more powerful, another rush of adrenaline keeping me going. I stopped only once, taking gasping breaths as I listened for his approach.

Silence met my quest, only the wind whipping through the remaining leaves still on the trees.

I scampered away another few yards and stopped again. He wasn’t there. I was certain I would feel his presence if he was.

Backing against a tree, I closed my eyes briefly. Why had he allowed me to live? I waited, for how long I couldn’t tell in the cold dark night, certain he would come back for me.

Finally, enough was enough. I slowly retraced my steps and pushed my way through a line of trees, capturing a glimpse of my car only a few yards away. Another wave of terror slammed into my system, but I refused to succumb to the game-playing bastard.

As I approached my vehicle, I scanned the parking lot, which was now empty, my car the only indication the place hadn’t been long deserted. Once I reached the passenger side, I hesitated, horrified of seeing the dead man all over again.

I had no choice. As I rounded the front, I said a silent prayer, shocked at what faced me.

There was no body.

There was also no blood, no sign that anything violent and horrible had occurred.

I backed against the car, the hard bump creating an ache in my hip. Even as I lifted my hands, the light illuminating my skin, there was no sign of the terrible ordeal I’d suffered.

None at all.

Did the masked man with the godlike body even exist? Or was I losing my mind?

CHAPTER 3

Jessica

“Are you there? I can feel you. I know it’s you,” I whispered as I stared into the darkness. There was no light yet I could sense shapes. He was there as he always was, waiting and watching, preparing to take me.

A slight shift brought a wave of energy into the room, a rush of electricity so significant my breath was caught in my throat.

Excitement tore through every muscle even as the little voice in the back of my mind reminded me that he was a monster. But I no longer cared. I belonged to him.

The mixture of feelings was always the same.

Excitement.

Longing.

Rage.

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