Page 5 of Hunt Me
‘Oh, I knew. Noticed a couple streets back when your clumsy steps reminded me of a crumbling building. That wall took me by surprise more than your appearance.’ I say, crossing myhands over my chest. ‘Does your keeper know you’re running around making a racket?’
Two steps, right to the lip of the ledge.
‘I don’t have a keeper! You p—’
Her ranting is replaced by a sharp squeal just as the ledge she didn’t realise is too weak to take anymore weight gives way, causing my body of mischief to fall to lie atmyfeet this time.
Primal satisfaction rumbles through my chest as I look down at her. Lying on her side, delicate hands quickly brace on the ground before her.
First a gasp leaves her parted lips as she takes in the literal shit she has landed in, some of it smudged across her arm and cheek. Then those big wide eyes look straight to me and I watch as the colour drains from her face.
I lift my chin, looking down at her delicately crumpled form kneeling at my feet.
I hold back the reaction my body wants to have, how it thrums with pleasure at the beautiful sight of her on her knees for me.
‘What was it you said earlier?’ I ask, making sure my voice is deep and menacing as I step towards her. ‘That I’m a little bitch, hmm.’ I lean forwards, ‘well, how about this. I’ll be your bitch all you please, baby… But for now, little deer, we’re in the sewers, so you better run because when I catch you, I’m never letting you go.’
Chapter Three
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Fauna
Ijust had to taunt fate. I just fucking had to.
What was I thinking?
There is a reason why everyone we have come across all but piss themselves at the mention of The Skulls but no I had to go chasing after one like a goddamned dog with a bone.
Isla will kill me for this.
That’s if I survive the hulking body of muscle standing directly above me.
All I can see are the forest greens of his irises made sinister by the stark whites surrounding them, each perfectly framed by his primarily black mask. Sure, there’s a Skull across it concealing his face, but it does little to hide what feels like an evil grin underneath.
The way his head is cocked to the side as if he is a predator weighing up its prey has an icy chill skating across my skin and slicing down my back.
I’m totally fucked.
To top it off I’m covered in shit and with a quick glance around, it looks like I’m surrounded by it.
The sewer that we both have landed in has not gotten any cleaner with the absence of thousands of human pumping it full of their waste. The thick, rancid air suffocates me and my short, anxious breaths only make the feeling worse.
The water is freezing against my skin, but the sting against my palm makes my teeth grate. Let's not think about what could get into my cut right now.
I push up onto my knees, kneeling for the devil above me.
‘What was it you said earlier?’ He asks, as he stares down at me. Something in his voice sparks heat in my stomach. ‘That I’m a little bitch. hmm.’
I force my body not to cower backwards as his large frame skulks towards me.
‘Well, how about this. I’ll be your bitch all you please, baby.’ He pauses as he takes another step forwards. ‘But for now, little deer, we’re in the sewers, so you better run because when I catch you, I’m never letting you go.’
Before I can swallow it down, a tiny squeak escapes my lips. Lips I didn’t even register were parted.
Yep, definitely dead. So fucking dead.
My heart leaps, pounding in my chest as stories of torture and pain ring in my ears.
