Page 36 of Buried Souls
I scramble to my feet, not bothering to ponder on the meaning of its words, and make a run for it, deeper into the forest.
My lungs are on fire, my vision hazy.
The shadow follows—gliding, silent, gaining ground.
The woods seem endless, and somewhere behind me, something begins to laugh. A dry, broken sound that echoes through the trees.
More footsteps. Faster. Heavier.
Whispers, taunts, murmurs.
The ground vanishes beneath me—
I fall, tumbling down a steep muddy slope into darkness, branches whipping my face. I hit the bottom hard, dazed, covered in leaves and rain. The forest above is a shifting silhouette of black and silver.
For a moment, there’s only silence. Then—the sound of rushing water. And a voice, right beside my ear, deep and threatening: “You shouldn’t have left the house, Elena.”
I scream as I’m pulled to my feet and my head is plunged into water.
The water is shockingly cold. It burns my lungs as I thrash, my fingers clawing at the unseen arms holding me down. The darkness beneath me is endless, shifting. The world becomes a rush of sound and pressure. The stream swallows my screams in a burst of bubbles.
I’m going to die.
Hands—cold, impossibly strong—seize me by the back of myneck and lift me out of the water.
“You disobeyed me, little lamb.” Niko’s anger is a palpable thing as his fingers press into my flesh, his lips grazing my ear as he hisses through gritted teeth. “You fucking disobeyed me,again. I told you to stay away from the forest, for your own safety! You need to be taught a lesson, once and for all.”
Relief, fear, and to my utmost horror, pure arousal, flood me at the implications of what he’s telling me finally sink in.
“What’s your safe word?” he asks, hot breath skimming the side of my drenched face. “Say. It.”
I shake my head. Curiosity of what he’ll do to me is too strong of an incentive to keep myself from crying out in fear. There’s a part of me that knows I’m safe in this man’s hands, however absurd it might be. He’s giving me a choice. Just like he did last time.
And just like last time, I’ve already made it.
I shake my head again, preparing myself for what’s to come.
My panties are a mess, the cool breeze and frigid night air only heightening my state of arousal. My core pulses. My clit is swollen and sensitive to the point of pain.
Shame washes over me.
I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t be desperate for this type of humiliation and pain. And yet, the anticipation alone is making me feverish and needy.
As if reading my thoughts, my panties are pulled to the side as Niko dips a callused finger into the proof of my depravity.
I moan, still catching my breath, as his finger sinks deeper into me.
“Will you look at that,” he murmurs, working my pussy with utmost precision. “Your pretty cunt is begging for a cock, isn’t she?” He chuckles. The sound hits me somewhere deep, low.“Now, be a good little historian for me, and take a deep fucking breath.”
My head is shoved under water again. I twist, eyes bulging out of my sockets, then go slack as Niko’s fingers start pumping away. My walls suck him in, and I can feel my juices as they leave a trail down my inner thighs.
My nightgown is ripped down my back just before my ass is pushed out, and my hands fall forward as I try to regain some balance, but then I feel the full weight of solid muscle as he mounts me from behind, making me unstable once more.
A fresh load of cream gushes out of me when the swollen head of Niko’s heavy cock breaks my entrance, splitting my pussy in two. Bubbles fill the water while I moan and whimper, opening myself to take more of him into my body as I struggle not to breathe.
My lungs scream for air, and just before I’m sure I’ll pass out, I break the surface again, gasping—a single, desperate breath—before he growls in my ear, “Say it, Elena,” and I’m forced under, once more, when I refuse to do so.
I don’t want this to stop.
