Arianna
The erotic scene plays out in my mind over and over, and soon its all over my new painting with the silver eyed beast of a man fucking the small girl against the tree with his fingers buried in her pussy, his blood all over her skirt and between her legs.
Clenching my legs to stop myself for touching myself, I felt a thrilling feeling from the words I just read. It felt similar to what's happening to me in real life, minus the stalker's encounter since I didn't know who he is but his words sometimes made me feel wrong thoughts when he sends me messages.
"Fuck, I'm losing my mind," I whispered to myself. I couldn't get him the right idea about me. I wanted to make him be wrong about me. That he doesn't know the real me. That meant I can never touch myself at home because I know that he is watching.
That would be humiliating if he texts me after I've come on my fingers while reading the books.
Like speaking of the devil, my phone vibrates on the small table by my chair I was sitting on.
Pulling the glove off of my right hand, I reach over to open the new message. No messages.
Your new painting looks wonderful.
I wonder which scene made you think about my fingers in your tight pussy.
There's something thrilling about the blood, isn't it?
I feel a lump in my throat as I read his texts.
You read them too?
Almost slapping myself on the forehead, I groan shamefully, regretting that question. Why would I be curious if my stalker reads dark erotic romance books? Instead of defending my dignity and correcting him how wrong he is, I just ask him a stupid question which seems like I really am interested in him and agreeing to the words he is saying.
And why the thought makes me excited for some reason if he really reads that kind of genre? It feels like we are similar in a way.
No, stupid. I don't even know him.
Now, now. You are curious about me?
I can't stop the blush spreading all over my cheeks when he asks me that and since I couldn't get rid of him anyway, I need to get as much info as I can if I want him arrested.
Just want to get to know you better.
A big lie but not entirely. Just for law purposes. Waiting for his response, it feels like I surprised him when he takes time to respond.
Careful. I might think you like me ;)
Oh god. I can't stop blushing even though it was wrong on so many levels.
How could I? I've never seen your face or anything. Never heard your voice and you never told me your name.
Oh, baby. You're not ready for me yet.
I scoff loudly.
Because you're ugly?
The satisfying grin made my cheeks hurt when I typed that, knowing well that I will just piss him off and then at least he will leave me alone for a while.
For someone who thinks the other person is ugly and sick as you call it, you're enjoying our banter too much.
That smile just makes me choke you on my cock as you swallow your words along with my cum deep inside your throat.
I bet you will love it, little rabbit.
His words really make me choke but on my spit as I splutter in shock when I read his words but the last sentence makes me freeze as I read the nickname.
Little rabbit.
He called me like the MC called the main female protagonist in the book I just read.
Is it coincidence? Probably.
My palms sweat as I feel myself getting hotter, not knowing why I am feeling this way. Like he is making me relieve my deepest fantasies.
And then I realize.
He has been inside my apartment. He read every secret, saw every painting of mine, he knows everything about me. That's why he is playing me like this. He is just trying to rile me up, to pretend someone he is not so he can get closer to me, so I can surrender.
Don't ever call me baby, little rabbit or whatever stupid name you came up with.
Why not?
I know you love when I call you that.
I have a name so use it.
Yes, darling ;)
"Ughhh! You fucker!" I shout loudly so he can hear me and then look around my studio," Once I will get my hands on you...you will be the last standing," I threaten him loud and clear.
Minute later there is a message.
Don't worry, I can get on my knees for you to worship your pussy so no need for me to stand anyway ;)
"Oh my fucking god!"
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"That will be 150 hundred dollars for this peace," I smiled at the young man Charles who was sitting across from me in the coffee shop as I gave him the packaged artwork from my collection."
He also had a dark taste and he wanted to purchase from me the painting which contained really gruesome things.
Rotten apples stuffed with human organs.
Sometimes I wonder where my creativity comes from but these days it was worsening as my art became darker.
Charles smiles at me as he puts the painting on the ground by his chair. Retrieving his wallet, he stares at me with a dark glint," You know that you deserve more than 150 hundred. I will take it for one thousand dollars since I really love your work," winking at me, he takes the money out and goes by taking my hand to put the cash in it.
I'm still processing his words as I stare at the money completely dumbfounded.
Closing my palm over the money, he leans across the table," Don't be shocked. I'm just happy that I've found someone who makes something so unique but beautiful in a way."
There is another flash in his eyes but this time I don't like the way he is looking at me or touching me like that.
Something feels off.
"Uhh...thank you but I can't possibly accept that. Thanks for your generosity though," I try to pull away but his hold tightens on me with a smile.
"I insist that you take it, Arianna. Take it as my gift for you," almost crashing my hand with his fist so I don't drop the money, far away I hear my phone ringing.
"Oh, excuse me," awkwardly laughing, he flashes me an understanding smile my way and lets go of my hand. Phew.
Still holding the money, I grab my phone with the other and press accept the call not even looking who is calling me.
"Yes? Arianna Capri is listening," still smiling at Charles so he doesn't get the wrong idea that I seem uncomfortable around him, a deep rich voice against my ear through my phone makes me freeze.
"I will fucking kill him if he keeps touching you," the threat is full of anger and fury.
This is the first time I hear his voice so I'm too shocked to even react as I blink, staring at Charles who raises an eyebrow as he fists his hands on the table. I notice the action and those fists gets loose when he catches me staring.
"Baby, focus on me. Not him," the voice is gentle against my ear. Why his voice had to sound like the devil himself is calling? My toes curled at that despite the fear.
Swallowing hard, I force myself to respond with a little nervous laugh," Oh, honey. I thought you are at work," what the fuck I'm saying?
There is a dark chuckle and for some reason that calms me down," Stop being cute," then he goes silent for a second," If you're uncomfortable, please leave the coffee shop. I don't fucking like his hands on you," he goes back to being angry.
I know that he was still watching and for some reason that made me breathe better. It was better that he was jealous. If something happens to me, he will be the first to know so he had a point, I was fucking uncomfortable all right.
"Oh, honey, you're so funny. Will you come get me after I finish? I remember that I have another client but she lives an hour away, maybe you can give me a ride," I lied through my teeth with a tight smile, trying to make myself seem busy so Charles can leave me alone soon.
"I know you're just pretending but fuck...I would come right away if something happens to you so you need to get him to leave you alone before I come and let you see me. It's too soon, love," there is remorse and sadness in his voice.
"Arianna? Everything okay?" The man across from me asks, trying to not seem agitated as he taps his fingers against the table but I know if he gets me alone from praying eyes, he will do something because I start to think that most of my clients are unhinged, that's why they are interested in my work.
"Okay, honey, I will wait for you," cheerfully ending the call, I smile at Charles apologetically," Thanks for the money but I have to go. My another client Amy is waiting for her purchase to arrive so we need to part ways now."
He nods like he understands but then pins me with a serious stare," That was your husband?"
"Yes, why?" Why the sudden interest?
He scowls and I see his fists clenching again, like he is restraining himself from doing something bad," You never said anything about being taken. The last time we talked, you said that you have all the time in the world for my painting because you're single and that you don't have much better to do than to paint so I'm curious from where this husband of yours appeared. Like he dropped from the sky or something, knowing well that you have no ring on your finger," he angrily spits.
His words stopped me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"I'm sorry if I'm being rude but that isn't one of your business if I'm suddenly seeing someone. But if you're so curious, then, I can only tell you that this relationship is kinda recent for me and it was love at first sight, he already proposed me and I just call him my husband because we will marry each other next month. I'm not wearing his engagement ring for safety reasons."
Wow, I even impressed myself with my lying skills.
"Love at first sight you say?" He sounds like he doesn't believe me.
"Yes so please I need to excuse myself. I have a client who is waiting," politely smiling, I stand up from my chair at the same time as him when he grabs my wrist in his hand to pull me closer to him.
"That's the thanks I get after I've given you a gift?"
Oh no. I needed him to let go because I don't know what my stalker would do if he didn't. I was not ready to see him yet. Or was I? I was practically panicking.
"Let go of my hand," I bit out.
"I think you're just playing hard to get, sweet cheeks, aren't you?" Charles chuckles and hugs me to his side so we seem like a couple in a loving embrace and not in arguing fight.
I hate his hands on me. I fucking hate it.
For a second I wish my stalker would show up and save the day like a knight in shining armor with his steady horse, slaying my demons for me. Fuck, I was panicking.
My spine was rigid with tension when he trailed his hand over my spine," Come on, Arianna. I know you always bat your eyes at me with that innocence all over your face, you know that you want to explore our relationship further. I could even invite another so you're comfortable," he smiles.
What the fuck he is saying? Another?
I can't seem to get air into my lungs, trying desperately to push him away but his hold on me is tight.
"Cat got your tongue? Don't worry, it will be fun," he takes my money from the table and drags me out of the coffee shop with fast strides over to his car by some alley and for a second I think that this will be the last day I will be seen in public.
"Please, don't," I beg him finally, finding my voice as he yanks me over to the car," My husband will come and you will be sorry you did this and-" the slap makes my head snap to the side as I feel the sting of his palm against my cheek. The tears come out before I can stop it.
"Shut up with your lies. There is no fucking husband," he shakes me.
Opening the door, I silently wish for my stalker to save me. For once I wanted him to come and get me. I really wanted him.