Page 6 of Inferno

Do I run?No, don’t be a chickenshit, Aiden.

With little effort on my part, my feet carry me up the steps. Once inside, she turns to face me. “Nova,” with her head cocked to the side, “my name is Nova. Happy? I am breaking my rules for you, pretty boy. You better make this worth it.”

After shutting the door behind me, I inspect and survey the contents of the trailer thoroughly, taking in every detail. Thearea is a cluttered mess, with clothes strewn about, posters taking up all available wall space, and equipment scattered throughout. Nova's eyes gleam with an intense hunger, eagerly anticipating the moment when she can sink her teeth into me.

“Shower is back there,” she jabs her thumb in the direction behind her. “Wash all the blood off you. I want a clean canvas.”

I obediently adhere to Nova's every word. I can't help but feel a swirl of anticipation and nervousness. The bustling and disorganized atmosphere of the trailer reflects the enigmatic character of its owner. I quickly shower and let the water rinse away the traces of blood.

As the warm water cascades over me, I try to gather my thoughts. How did I end up here, seeking solace in the arms of a stranger? Someone who has bloodlust in her eyes. The isolation had become suffocating, pushing me to take risks I never thought I would. Nova’s allure, her aura of mystery, drew me in like a moth to a flame.

I finish my shower and, lo-and-behold, Nova's already waiting for me in the small living area. Despite her hunger, there's something indiscernible in her gaze. She wears a black skirt and a ripped tank top, and she looks beautiful.

I kinda dig the whole crazy chick vibe.

I study the posters adorning the walls, each one telling a story of its own. Nova is a collector of experiences and a seeker of adventure. I can’t help but wonder what stories she holds within her, and how she ended up in this nomadic existence.

As I take a seat on the worn-out couch, Nova joins me, her presence radiating a mixture of danger and desire. I slip my boots back on and we exchange a few words, the tension between us growing with each passing moment. It’s as if we’re on the precipice of something extraordinary, but also potentially destructive.

She wants the chase. I want to give her what she wants because I want someone to chase me deep down.

“I’ll make it worth it, Nova,” I whisper, my voice laced with determination. “I’ll show you that breaking your rules was the best decision you ever made.”

Nova leans into me, her lips grazing my ear as she whispers. “Run, pretty boy.”

I stare at her, confused, as I cock my head to the side.

“I said RUN,” she growls, and I jump to my feet and barrel out the door of the trailer.

As I sprint through the moonlit night, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I can hear Nova’s laughter echoing behind me. The pounding of my heart matches the rhythm of my pounding feet on the uneven ground. Shadows dance and twist, taunting me from every corner.

I make my way across the fairgrounds to the tree line. Branches claw at my face, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. The howling wind urges me to escape the clutches of the enigmatic woman. But I refuse to back down. I let the fear and adrenaline consume me.

My lungs burn, my muscles ache, but I push harder, driven by the primal need to prove myself. The world becomes a chaotic blur of darkness and motion, momentarily losing myself in the whirlwind.

But then a flash of silver catches my eye. Nova. She’s ahead, her lithe figure gliding effortlessly through the night. Her laughter pierces the air, a siren’s call that both entices and warns. She’s toying with me, reveling in the chase, in this game we’re playing.

Determined and with gritted teeth, I push forward, allowing my determination to guide every step I take. I refuse to be just another conquest, another game for her amusement. I will showher I am more than herpretty boy, more than a quick fuck in her game.

With a surge of energy, I close the gap between us. The heat of her breath on my neck fuels my resolve. No longer running from her, I’m running towards a new version of myself, a version untethered from the constraints of the ordinary.

“Oh pretty, pretty boy.” Nova’s laughter mingles with my labored breaths, creating a symphony of exhilaration and danger. In this twisted game of cat and mouse, she hunts me relentlessly, weaving a dangerous dance of passion and peril.

While scanning my surroundings, Nova unexpectedly collides with me as I pivot to change direction. The sheer force of the impact knocks me off my feet. Her maniacal laugh echoes through the trees. “You thought you could outrun me.” Nova flips me over and straddles my chest.

“You’re fast. I’ve never had to run like this before. Not even when I played football.”

Nova’s chest heaves and her nipples harden under her tank top. My hand instinctively moves to the underside of her breast, applying gentle pressure as I knead it. In the moonlit darkness, she slaps the top of my hand with a blade, the cold steel sending shivers down my spine.

“Did I sayyoucould touch me?”

With a chilling touch, the cold metal tip of the knife slides down my hand. A small amount of pressure is all it takes for it to break the skin. The knife leaves behind a thin trail of crimson.

“Oh, you bleed so pretty for me. Don’t you?” She brings my hand to her lips, lapping at the thin line of blood.

I can feel the throbbing ache of my cock straining against the confines of my jeans. I need a release before I explode.

“Please,” I beg her. “Let me come, I’m so hard.”

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