Page 120 of Voyeur

He’s even closer. I can’t tell from where I am in the middle of the clearing where his voice is coming from.

Fuck. I’ve got to move.

I run across the clearing, making my way behind the shack and back into the woods beyond it. Resuming my careful, purposeful footsteps, I watch the ground under the moon’s glow for anything that’s going to trip me up.

The air rushes from my lungs when I’m grabbed from behind.

“Too bad you misjudged how close I was. Too bad for you, I mean.” His breath is on the side of my neck, a knife pressed tightly to the front of it.

I swallow as a whimper leaves me.

A shiver wracks my body as his hand wanders over my shirt from the outside, cupping my breast and squeezing. It’s cold, and I hadn’t put on a jacket in my haste, but the shiver is wholly from his touch.

“What a fucking prize I’ve won!”

He leans down, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he bites me hard.

I scream, pain radiating through my shoulder.

He lifts his lips to my ear. “Yes, little one. Scream! No one can fucking hear you, but you can try, anyhow.”

He’s right. No one is going to hear me. I have no one in my life who knows to look for me. Except maybe Emery. But soon the babies will keep him busy. I’ll be but bones amongst the snow. Left to rot and sink back unto the earth.

His knife lifts off my throat, and I think about running again. But he turns me around quickly, pressing the tip back to the side of my neck firmly.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.”

“What do you want from me?” I ask. I’m getting dizzy. And I know it’s from the shallow waves my breaths are coming in.

“You know what I want. You, on all fours on the ground, shivering as my cock breaks your pussy until it’s mine. Because defiant little bitches like you need to be broken.”

I growl. “Never.”

He sinks the knife into my throat, and I feel the moment my warm blood trickles out of the wound. The drip slides down my throat, finding my shirt and soaking it. And I shiver against the feel.

“You sure about that?” His teasing words find their mark, and I shove him back.

Turning, I run for it, grasping my neck, and holding pressure like I’ve seen in all the movies and shows. Pressure.

That’s what this feels like. An immense weight in my chest to get away. But then, there’s this little voice in the back of my head. One that says let him capture you. Let him do depraved things to you, Carina.

I’m tackled from behind, and I hear the knife when it’s launched from his hand. It hits a pine and falls to the ground with a muffled thud.

“You little slut!” He turns me over, straddling me with his massive body as he growls at me, baring his teeth.

He has a half skull mask on, his face partially hidden behind it. All but his lips. So that I won’t know the face of my attacker.

I try to kick away from him, but he holds me snugly to the cold, wet floor of the forest.

“You’re mine now. You’re not going anywhere.”

And even though I try my damnedest, my center heats, and I whimper.

“Like that, do you? Do you want to be my filthy little whore? I’ll use you on the floor of these woods, leave my cum dripping from this pussy, and then leave you here to find your own way home, shall I?”

I rub my thighs together despite myself.

He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. “Would my little one like that?”

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