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My captor’s voice continues as satisfaction seeps out of him. “So, I don’t have to worry about runnin’ into him. He’s observant, and it’s a pain in the ass. Captain is a clueless old fuck, so I’m safe there. He thinks the crime scenes bother me, but as we both know, I’m just trying not to cum in my pants.”

“You’re fucking sick,” I whisper, unlocking from his gaze to stare at the ground. Abruptly, his fist rams into my jaw, sending me pounding into the dirt.

“So are you,” he snarls as he wrenches my arms behind my back, clasping the metal painfully tight. He rolls me back over, gripping my chin and inspecting my jaw. Blackness swirls on the edges of my vision as his far away voice makes its way to me. “Would you look at that…now we match, darlin’.” My head lolls as he hoists me up over his shoulder. I sway back and forth, a hanging dead weight, until unconsciousness pulls me under.

Chapter Nine

Unknown

The trek back to the cabin takes longer than anticipated with her slung over me, maybe I shouldn’t have hit her. However, if I hadn’t hit her, then I wouldn’t be able to soak up the heat radiating off her cunt without a fight. It’s seeping into my hand as I hold her steady between her legs. The uneven terrain has her jostling every now and then, causing her pussy to rub against my hand. I can’t stop myself as I start to gently rub her there; small, gentle strokes as she remains motionless. I touch her slowly all the way back to the cabin, the calming repetition has my mind wandering as I descend the stairs to the cellar. Could I make her cum? It can’t be that hard. With her dazed and unconscious she won’t have the ability to hold it in. Her body will submit to me before her mind, and I’m okay with playing the long game—I already am.

In the darkness, I press harder between her thighs, going as far as her pants will allow. A moan slips from her fuckable lips, and I feel victorious. I keep the sameagonizingly slow pace as her breaths quicken against my back. I want to lay her down and fuck her raw, but that could pull her from whatever place she’s in where she’s moaning for me. Her hips move slightly against my hand as another sound comes from behind me. I can resist no longer, I move to the mattress and place her down as gently as possible. She doesn’t wake, and it reminds me of the many lifeless fucks I’ve had before her. Her fight sets me on fire like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s addictive. I almost want her to wake so she will hit me again. The way she’s matching me in more ways than I ever could have dreamed of tents my pants. Fuck, I need her to choke me again. I knew she was different, embracing my twisted desires instead of cowering and crying about it like the other useless flesh sacks before her.

I spread her legs and work her over the material. Sweet little pants caress my cheek as I lay down next to her. A delicious whispering sound of pleasure escapes her as her body stiffens then relaxes.

I did it.

Warmth shoots through my body as I free my dick. I jerk myself hard and fast, it’s the way I’ll fuck her when she inevitably submits. I stare into her ghostly pale face, watching as her eyes flutter open.

I’m going to paint those lashes with my cum.

She groans in pain, and it’s my undoing. I spill my seed from the tip of my cock and it dribbles down over my fist. She recoils, but I roll towards her and drag my hand down her face.

There it is. The cum covered lashes I wanted.

“Open.” My tone is demanding, and she listens,finally. I thrust my fingers into her mouth, humming in approval as she closes her lips around them without being told. “See, darlin’, not everything needs to be a fight.” I bet that orgasm is what’s making her more pliable than how she usually is.

I pull my hand away to zip up my pants, then snap the shackle back around her neck. She doesn’t move and I’m happy for it, I’m exhausted after the hunt and cummin’ twice. I bet she’s tired too. A thrill shoots through me at the thought of shattering her psyche when I tell her about the way she came for me. Maybe I’ll even weave a little lie and tell her how delicious her cream was. Her fear and mortification will make this all the more worth it.

I remove her cuffs and she uses the hem of her shirt to clean my jizz from her face. She missed a spot, and I laugh at her internally. We sit in silence as I unwind the bola wrap from her legs. She doesn’t so much as whimper or wince and I find myself wondering what horrors she’s been through in her life.

“You ever kill anyone else?” I ask, and she shakes her head from side to side. “You want to?” A smile pulls at her lips and she nods slowly, up and down.Oh, I fuckin’ like that.“Who?” She says nothing, just stares me down. “Come on now, tit for tat, remember?”

“Seems like you want something from me this time. What are you offering up?” She’s a devious little shit, and I want to cut open her skull to see how her mind works.

“What do you want?” I actually want to know, but there’s only so much I’m willing to share with my captive.

She appears to think it over even though I know it’s a farce. She’s probably got a list of shit she wants from me.

“A journal,” she says, and it’s not what I expected at all. I level her with a glare and she shrugs. “What? I like to write and draw, and no offence, but you’re not a great host.” She gestures to the emptiness around us. Her snark is getting under my skin again, and I need to leave. That orgasm really went to her head. It’s like she’s forgotten she’s the victim, and I’m the one in control. I think it’s a good time to remind her who holds all the cards.

I don’t engage with her at all, choosing to rise from my spot beside her, collect the cuffs, and chord, then exit the cellar. Her eyes burn into me the entire time, eagerly waiting for me to break the silence. I don’t. My lips stay tightly sealed as I cross the threshold into the cool night air and close the doors behind me. I thread the chain through the handles and click the lock into place. Anticipation coils tight in my chest as I bounce on the balls of my feet, waiting to hear her cries of anguish and frustration. Nothing comes and I have half a mind to storm back in there and make her scream for me.

She’s been absolutely insufferable for the past few days. Everything is a fight. She won’t talk, won’t submit, and refuses to please me. My dick has the teeth marks to prove it. I made her regret her choice to hurt me, then she did it again and again; and I punished her repeatedly. Throwing her in the cage with no food hasn’t even worked. Pain does nothing to entice her, she’s obviouslyused to being abused. Her bloody, toothy smile haunts me. She knows I won’t end her because I want a long term captive. She wants to break me, and it’s fucking working. I don’t want to kill her, but I will if she doesn’t smarten the fuck up. I’ve never had this much restraint before, and I know it’s because she’s feeding a part of me that has repulsed everyone I’ve shown it to. All of this has led me to the town department store, looking at fucking stationary and books. I observed her long enough to know she adores reading, and I’ll use that bit of information to my advantage. Threatening her boyfriend hasn’t worked since I told her he was away for work. A stupid blunder on my part, removing my leverage from the equation. So maybe a little peace offering will have her opening her throat to my cock again? Otherwise, I’m going to have to find another way to get what I want from Mallory. What’s that saying? It’s easier to catch flies with honey than with vinegar? I don’t fuckin’ know, all I know is I want into her honey pot, and books are probably the way to get there.

Chapter Ten

Graves

Ican’t stand this anymore, the case has gone from cold to dead. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve scoured her phone countless times, and spent hours combing through satellite images of the surrounding areas. There’s nothing of note and it’s eating away at me with every passing minute she’s gone. They could literally be anywhere in the world by now, but my gut is saying they’re close. He needs the mill, it’s essentially his house of worship. I’ve driven the backroads day and night, there’s nothing there either. I can’t fit down the ATV trails in my truck and that’s how I’ve found myself at Graham’s house. We’ve hooked the trailer up to the rear of my truck, and Jaydon whips around the corner, loading up his quad. They don’t know Mallory is missing, but I know Graham can tell I’m off, that something is wrong. He doesn’t pry, and I appreciate it.

“Make sure you check out the hunting forums online,” Jaydon says, hopping down from the trailer.

“The what?” I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Hunting forums… They’re kind of like a chatroom. Where the local hunters swap stories, good spots, cabin locations, and things like that. I’ve been on a few, and sometimes they’ll even tell you where their blinds are so you can use them too,” Jaydon explains.

“The information is from these woods?” My heart thunders in my chest at the possibility of a lead. The first possible one I’ve had in days.

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