Chapter 1
HIM
There’ssolace here amongst the towering pine trees, at the top of the mountain peak that dominates what seems like the entire world. A sea of white surrounds me and other textures are only visible when the sharp wind ruffles the feathers of the pine trees, scattering more snow to the ground.
In the far distance, the other peaks loom, giants ruling over their lands. As I admire them, savoring the sound of silence, I taste a heaviness infusing the air. The world's gone silent. As if a predator looms and all creatures hide. A calm before a shattering storm.
Interesting…
I breathe in the heavy air and it fuels me, the cold burning my lungs.
There’s nothing around this time of year. The birds are hidden, the animals are hibernating or sheltered, and the crickets are long gone.
There is nothing. Nothing but me.
This mountain is my sanctuary, my escape from this cruel fucking world simmering in its own filth. I bought this entire mountain, this peak, when I fucked off the world and left everything behind.
And as my old life ended and my new one began, in the calm of the peak, in the middle of this beautiful wild world, I both found and lost myself. It’s a fucking Greek tragedy, a beautiful one, nonetheless.
It’s still early, but I can see the sun hiding behind the mountains. The winter is harsh, the days are short, and dusk is my favorite thing to enjoy on this mountain. It’s the only time of day I stop everything I’m doing, go out on the first-floor terrace and soak it all in.
There’s nothing more satisfying than this view of the sun dying every day at dusk.
And as the heavy air predicted… I hear it.
My solace is broken by a blood curdling scream deep into the woods. That sound beckons me to follow; the fear in it is like a fucking siren’s song, and the pain vibrating through the soundwaves is even fucking better.
This here is one of the reasons I had to leave it all behind. Nothing makes me harder than the blood curdling scream of a woman dominated by fear.
“Jesus Christ…”
I wait, my fists tense, fighting the urge to jump the fuck off the terrace, chase that delicious scream through the woods and find the scared woman. It takes everything in me not to succumb to my urges—the darkness embedded so fucking deep inside of me that you can see the demons in my eyes.
If you get close enough to look or are unfortunate enough...
The last strands of the echo her screaming left behind are absorbed by another loud shriek.
Pain and terror; I feel them seeping into my bones, wrapping around my fucking soul, a shiver rushing from the bottom of my spine up to the back of my neck. It awakens something in me, memories I couldn’t taste anymore, emotions too far out of my reach.
The pain-filled scream sounds more defeated this time around—she’s getting tired. I lick my lips and flex every muscle in my body as I try to hold myself back.
“Fuck!”
I have two options here… I either chase my cravings through those fucking woods and succumb to the demons lurking inside of me or I push everything back inside and choose to save that pitiful woman from the harsh winter cold and whatever made her scream like that.
Fuck it!
I find myself running through the house, down the stairs and out the front door before my decision made it to my inner monologue. I run towards the scream that’s still echoing through the woods, without knowing what I’ll do when I get there. I dodge through the trees that I know like the back of my damn hand, jump over the dips and mounds and feel my blood getting hotter, my dick getting harder, and a big fucking grin settling on my lips.
Fuck, how I love the chase!
God help this pitiful woman that stumbled onto my mountain. I haven’t had a woman in a while since no one can come here this time of year unless they’re on foot and have provisions for days. No one comes here anyway, unless they want to have their fucking legs broken or I have invited them myself. And I haven't invited a woman here since the winter started.
So how did this one end up in this predicament?