Arianna
The next day I tried to go back to the police station. It ended the same way like the first time, pretty much. There was no evidence.
Officers thought that I'm crazy, offering me help, a doctor for my mental health but I refused to be treated like some kind of mental illness criminal even though I felt like one.
On the third day I gave up.
Still receiving texts from him, sweet or threatening, doesn't even matter, I tried to ignore him as much as possible but pictures of me wherever I went came every day.
He is still watching. Waiting for me to crack.
Invading my privacy wasn't enough, I felt like being watched 24/7 and I didn't know what to with him or myself in this situation.
Restless sleeps, four or five coffee cups a day each day were my constant struggle to keep going, letting that man terrorize me and I think he wanted to ruin me mentally so I finally break and when that moment comes, he will get the opportunity to strike.
Not knowing his name or even anything about him made me think every horrible thing in my mind.
Maybe it's a serial killer on the loose who is hiding from government and all the authorities after killing sprees.
Maybe he is a 60y years old, creeping on young girls.
Maybe he is ugly and that's why he is scared to show me his face.
The possibilities were endless.
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I was painting my new artwork in my home studio while I was reading my newest V.R. Taurean book and at least I could get lost in it and forget that I have a stalker who probably is watching me through the camera which is installed somewhere in the walls or furniture.
How can you hide a camera? Is it that small? Maybe it's so small that you can see it only with a microscope? I've no idea, to be honest.
Lifting my brush, I stroked the canvas using red color this time as I went through the scene in my mind.
As he watched her from the shadows, it became clear who is predator in the whole forest. The prey didn't even knew that he is following her but that dangerous presence could be felt even in the smallest of places.
His knife glinted beneath the moonlight with fresh blood from his previous kill and his mouth stretched into a maniac grin when the girl decided to get fresh air outside as she wrapped herself in a light blanket over her shoulders, her bare feet leaving invisible footprints in the misty grass as the night stretched all over the sky with its darkness.
Only the moonlight and a little light from her house porch illuminated her tiny frame as she sighed while looking at the stars.
Unzipping his trousers, he pulled out his thick girth, full of pre-cum already, imagining the prey beneath him with her blood on his lips as she begs him to stop.
"Fuck," he breathes and watched her walk closer to the trees where monsters lurked by, feeling pleasure from her fear.
Twisting his cock in his hand, he clenches his jaw to the point of bones breaking but not feeling anything, his dark eyes follow her every move. The scent she carries is the sweetest sin he could have. Like strawberries which she desperately tries to grow in her garden. It was intoxicating.
"Yes, come to daddy, little one," he growls under his breath when the sound seems to reach her and she stills in her tracks.
Lifting her head, her doe eyes peer into the darkness, through the thick trees like she is trying to see the source of the sound and that makes him grin wider.
"Someone is there?" Her voice trembles in fear and that makes him even more hard than before when he licks his lips and walks to the edge of the forest where the clearing starts.
She was afraid but so curious. So curious little rabbit that she stayed where she was and froze when her eyes met his silver gaze through the pitch Black Forest.
Minutes or maybe seconds pass by when they just watch each other in silence, only the night crickets are heard or an owl's cry echoing from the big trees once or twice.
An incredible scent comes from the girl and he inhales sharply, his eyes flashing when he realizes that the scent is sweeter. With a hint of fear, there is some sort of excitement and curiosity which is surprising.
'Interesting,' he muses to himself, twisting his cock harder in his hand, the juices on his palm making it easier to stroke it between his fingers and somehow the movement makes her look below his face and chest, that innocent look stopping at his cock while he jerks himself off.
The hitch in her throat makes him throb painfully harder. With the other hand, he tightens his hold on the knife, bringing the tip against his throat, pressing it in the flesh, drawing some blood. The pain mixed with pleasure is a good combination and even more when the prey is watching.
He groans," Come closer," commanding her through clenched teeth, for a second he thought that she will refuse but invisible pull makes her start moving towards him with slow agonizing steps, each making him lose his mind as her scent drives him even crazier.
Breaking the distance between them, he grabs her with the hand which was on his cock a second ago and pushes her against the tree.
"Finally," he breathes and feels her shivering so hard that he can't help himself, he pulls her legs apart with his thigh, pushing it between them to make room for himself.
"W-who are-"
"Shhh," He whispers against her ear and takes the knife to her throat, pressing it gently against her pulse to show her that one wrong move will get her killed.
Brushing his wet fingers against her panties beneath the skirt she was wearing, he silences her cry with his lips before she can make a sound. Whimpering against his mouth, he pries it open with his tongue, roughly thrusting inside her hot little mouth.
Pulling her panties to the side, he rubs his fingers against her drenched slit and that revelation make him smirk. Pulling his fingers out, he brings them to his mouth and stares at her frightened eyes as he sucks them clean. His next move makes her even more afraid as she watches his fingers going to his throat where he spilled the blood from the knife cut.
Gathering the red substance, he rubs the blood between his fingers and then reaches down beneath her skirt again. She widens her eyes when he touches her again with the same bloody fingers and rubs the blood against her wet folds, sinking his digits inside so his blood is imprinted in her body.
Biting his lips in fury, he snaps his head back with surprised expression but then chuckles. The dark sound making her tremble and also ache.
Licking the blood with his tongue, those silver eyes gleam with excitement," Cheeky. I love it," he grins with a wide mouth full of teeth," You learn quick, I might enjoy it too much," leaning closer to her face again, his nose brushes against her cheek, making a path to her ear.
That sweet scent drifts to his nostrils again and he groans against her neck," Fuck, keep doing that, little one and you will end up with your legs spread open on this dirty grass with my cock deep inside you while I carve my name on your skin to make sure you only belong to me. Your blood with mine will make me breed you until nothing is left. Would you like that? My seed inside your tight little cunt?" His tongue comes out to lick her earlobe in sensual strokes.
He hears her moan and he just smiles," She loves it," kissing her neck, she arches her body closer to him, exposing her neck to his mouth but then something snaps her to reality and she pulls away from his tongue and pushes him away.
"Get off of me," she glares at him with complete defiance in her eyes.
He lets her push him away with only a single step back and he lets out a happy hiss," Yes, I love to play fair. If you want to run, you can go," he smiles when she suddenly looks unexpectedly surprised but relieved," but I love the chase. It will be even more fun," he laughs when her mouth turns into frown.
"So go on, I will give you a head start," he steps away from her backwards and nods at her house," Run home so don't make me wait. One," he starts the countdown and that makes her snap out of the fear filled stance. Almost tripping over her feet, he slashes his palm with the knife and hisses with wonderful pleasure when that injured hand wraps around his cock to stroke himself.
"Two."
Since he got a taste, he will never get enough.
"Three."
With a grin, he strokes faster when he watches her small form flee from him while looking over her shoulder to see if he is following her.
"Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine....ten."
"Fuck, little rabbit, when I catch you, there will be no escaping from me anymore," with that he slowly makes his way to her house.
Chapter 5 end.