Chapter Eight
Blair
I couldn’t get to sleep last night. A storm rolled in at about two in the morning. With every noise I heard, I thought it was stranger danger, coming back to finish what he had started. I have to admit, as much as I should be scared, my body is reacting differently. My mind is telling me it’s wrong to feel this way but my pussy throbs at the thought of him touching me. He was so close yet so far away.
I roll over and look at the clock, six-thirty in the morning and I am sitting here pondering about the hooded man in my home. I sigh and sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and wiggling my toes. I yawn and stretch my arms over my head when something catches my eye. My heart starts pounding. It’s dark outside, so I can’t see fully unless my porch lights come on. I stand up and my heart almost stops completely.
He’s here.
His dark black hoodie is pulled over his face, and a cherry fire lights up when he inhales. He blows out the smoke from his cigarette as he watches me. He’s not far from my house and the thought of him breaking in again has me trembling. I back away from the window but he stays there watching me. I quickly move from my room to the hallway where I can see the door.
It's open and my heart sinks. I have two options, run to it and hope to god I can make it before he beats me there, or lock myself in my room and wait for him to move away from the window so I can run to my car. I look around my room and remember I put my keys on the damn table by the door . Shit! Ok, Ok. Think Blair, think. I look frantically around and shut and lock my bedroom door, thinking this is my best option. As much as I fantasize about him breaking in and taking me, I do not want that to become my reality. I know, I’m fucked up.
I look out my window and he’s closer now, his hands folded over his chest as he tilts his head and watches me. I run to my window and lock it. I turn around and scan my room, to make sure all of them are locked, thankfully they are. I look around for my phone and can’t find it. I know I had it last night. I lift my blankets, shaking them, but nothing. I drop to my knees and look under my bed, not there either. An eerily tap on my window has me whipping my head around. He is standing right outside my window.
I jump back and hit the wall with a thump. He holds my phone up and waves it at me and I feel a tear slip down my face. “Get the fuck away from here!” I scream.
His head tilts to the side like he’s taunting me to do something. Before I can think of another way out, I unlock the bedroom door and sprint toward the front entrance. Just as I hoped it wouldn’t happen, he beat me to it. I shove hard and try to shut and lock it. But it’s no use, he’s too strong. So, I let go and take off running towards my kitchen. My heart is in my chest and tears stream steadily down my face. I grab a large kitchen knife and turn around just as he walks in like he owns the damn place.
“Leave my home!” I shout at him .
He steps forward and I step back.
It’s dark in here, I didn’t have time to turn the lights on when I ran in here. Rain starts dropping from the sky and pelts against my windows. My breathing is heavy, and uncontrollable at the moment, I’m afraid I might pass out.
“P..Please leave,” I stumble over my words as I move slowly towards the hallway where my room is.
He moves his hands behind his back and I swallow hard. I hold my breath waiting for him to pull out a gun or something else to hurt me with. But it’s a black box. He throws it on the counter and crosses his arms.
“I… I’m not taking that.” He chuckles and steps forward, and I throw my knife out in front of me to defend myself.
“Take it and leave!” I yell, my eyes going to the open space that leads to my bedroom door.
If I can run fast enough, I can lock my door, giving me enough time to open the window and run. His eyes follow my line of sight. He says nothing. He just waits for my move.
“What do you want? I have no money. I have nothing you want! Please, leave me alone!” I begin to cry. I wipe the tears away with my other hand.
I take off towards the hallway and much to my surprise I make it down to my door and slam and lock it. I push my dresser up against it and wipe the sweat that has formed on my forehead. I place my hands on my knees, trying to calm my racing heart and even out my breathing while I think of what to do.
I hear something and when I look up, I see him pop the lock of my window and climb in. I scream and frantically try to push the damn dresser out of the way, but it’s too late. He grabs me and slams me into it, face first. I hit the top with a grunt, and he leans into me. He says nothing just breathes into my ear. I feel his lips softly move down from my ear to my neck. I struggle but it’s no use, he overpowers me.
“Please,” I beg and he sighs.
He runs his fingers up my sides as he plays with the lining of my shorts. He slowly slips them inside my panties and cups my pussy. He softly chuckles, and I feel him smile against my neck.
“So wet, Little Dove. For someone who doesn’t want me here, your body sure is speaking another language.” He kisses my shoulder softly as his knuckles brush up against my soaked pussy. I’m ashamed and I begin to whimper.
He rubs over it, teasing me and making me wetter. I stop fighting when I realize there is no point. I’m at his mercy; whatever he wants to do, he will. He pulls his hand away and kisses me once more before leaning back. He still has me pinned with his hips, but I can breathe better without his full weight on me. He places a medium-sized black box in front of me. I turn my head away, but he grabs my hair, causing me to cry out as he forces me to look at it. I watch with wide eyes as he flips it on its side, revealing what's inside. He opens it, and something wet hits my face. The smell of blood fills my nostrils, and I let out a scream. I begin to struggle again, but he tightens his grip on my hair, causing an intense burning sensation. Tears slip down my panicked face.
My eyes land on what hit me. “What the fuck? Oh god,” I gag.
Fingers lay out on my dresser in front of me. I dry heave, when he picks one up and rubs it down my arms. “Get that thing off me! What the fuck is your problem?” I tremble as the cold dead finger plays with the hem of my shirt and I fight against him. He kicks my legs open, and I whimper.
“P… Please don’t! Please!” I beg .
He lifts my shirt with his hand and strums the finger over my ribs. He steps into me and reaches around into my shorts again.
“No! Stop!” I squirm when I feel it on the outside of my panties. I gag again, and he laughs behind me like this is some kind of game to him.
“You had no problem using these fingers when they were attached to your boss. Let’s see if they still have the same effect. What do you say… Blair?” His voice is barely over a whisper.
He knows my name .
I can’t tell if I’ve heard his voice before, but his whispered threat has me panting. I can’t think of anything he said, because his hand is on the rim of my panties. I shake my head and he chuckles behind me.
“I watched you come all over these fingers last night, why don’t you want them now?” He rubs his nose up my neck and kisses a spot that makes wetness pool from my pussy.
“N… No,” I don’t know what else to say because he is right, I did like it last night. But they were attached to a very much alive, Alex.
“I could push it inside you and force you to leave it there as long as I want. Would your pussy cream for them, like they did when they were attached to your boss?” I feel him push my panties to the side, and I inhale sharply.
“No, no I don’t want that,” I manage to whisper out.
“If I find out any other guy touches you, I will force you to watch me kill him. Then, I will fuck you over his dead body and force you to come into the mouth of your mistake.” Tears spill from my eyes.
“Do I make myself clear, Little Dove?” He whispers into my ear.
I nod my head .
“Say it.” his hands are still in my shorts with the finger close to my clit.
“Yes,” I whimper. when I feel the heat from his hand in my panties.
“Yes, what?”
“I… I won’t let anyone touch me,” I try to move my hips away from his hand, but I just end up pushing further into his already hard cock.
“Good girl.” he praises, and I bite down on my lip until I taste blood.
He slaps my pussy and I yelp. I feel him pull away from me. I’m too shocked to move so I just stay there, bent over the dresser with Alex’s fingers laying next to my head. He tosses the one he had in his hand and I see it was wrapped in some kind of protection. Making me realize he had every intent to put that thing inside me and leave it there. I gag again but this time bile comes up and I move my head in time to puke on my floor.
I feel a hand pull my hair back while I heave. “Shh, it’s ok Little Dove. Today was a lot for you to take in. Tomorrow will be a new day. But if you contravene my warning, you will be punished. Next time I won’t be as lenient.” I cough up spit that I inhaled at his statement.
He lets go of my hair, and I meet his black-covered eyes through watery lashes.
“So beautiful.” He rubs his thumb over my lips.
“Get. Out,” I stand.
The sun is rising now, and I can see his defined jawline and his lips. The corners of his mouth tilt up, and he steps back, leaving through the window. I don’t wait long before I walk over, slam it shut, and turn the lock. I walk over to my bed and collapse onto it. Looking at my dresser where several fingers lay. I begin to cry .
Why is this happening to me?
I find my phone on my bed, and I grab it, instantly dialing 911.
It takes them an hour to come to my house. I am shaking and crying still when I hear the knock on my door. I slowly get up and make my way over to it. When I pull it open, the same deputy from before stands in my doorway.
“I asked for the Sheriff,” my irritation showing and I fold my arms across my chest.
“Yes, well, he was unavailable. He sent me instead.” He steps back, allowing me to walk outside.
I stay inside my door frame in case I need to shut it quickly. “Would you like to tell me what happened here?” I sniffle.
“The same man from before came back. He broke into my home and refused to leave. He gave me a black box full of severed fingers!” I throw my hands up and he eyes me suspiciously.
“Have you been drinking, miss?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Excuse me?” I almost yell.
“Ma’am, I need you to calm down,” the deputy says, stepping back with his hand on his gun.
Are you fucking kidding me right now? Like I don’t have a reason to be upset right now?
“I am calm! If you would have done your job last night, none of this would have happened!”
“There was nothing to report last night.” I’m seething right now.
This fucking cop has to be the dumbest person on the fucking planet!
“A man took my guest and you never looked into it! He forced himself into my house TWICE, and yet you sit here telling me there was nothing to report. Are you joking?” I step out and he unbuckles his gun.
“What? You’re going to shoot me because you can’t do your job? A fucking cat would be better at finding someone than you are! A cat can find a mouse with no problem, but you? You can’t even take me seriously enough to report this, and I don’t know, maybe find the sick fuck breaking into my home and leaving me body parts?” I shout at him.
He takes a deep breath and then looks behind me when I hear something slam. I jump and turn around.
“He’s still here,” I say more to myself than to him.
I look back over at the dumb ass cop standing there with his head cocked.
"Are you going to go in there and check it out?" I demand, frustration mounting with every passing second.
He draws his gun, and that’s when it hits me. The box! I left it in my room.
I take off running, as he yells at me to come back. My door is shut, which is probably what I heard slam because it was most certainly open when I left. I swing it open and see my window open again and I look at my dresser. It’s gone. The fucking box is gone.
The deputy stares into my room behind me and he drops his gun to his side.
“It’s gone.” My eyes look around the room in case it fell off somewhere. he steps into my room. I sigh when I realize it’s gone.
“You could still swipe my dresser, it has to have some of his DNA on it, right?” I look back at him, hopeful.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, almost dismissing me.
“The window too, he came from the window,” I point over to where he climbed out of .
“I’ll have someone come out and wipe it down and see if we can get any prints,” the man says, walking out my door.
“That’s it?” He turns back towards me.
“What would you like me to do, Ma’am?” I narrow my eyes at him.
I realize now that this will go nowhere. Rolling my eyes, “Do whatever you think is best.”
He nods, walking out of my house, and to his car. I walk to the door and watch him pull out of my driveway. My eyes go to the edge of the woods. I step out on my porch, annoyed at this whole situation.
“If you’re out there, I swear, that will be the last time you lay a fucking finger on me!” I hear a movement to my right, and my head whips that way.
I see a silhouette, right at the edge, covered by the darkness of the trees. The cherry fire lights up and he tosses it onto the ground.
“Don’t fucking litter on my property!” I scream, and walk inside, slamming the door shut. Not even bothering to lock it. He has proved he can get in whenever he wants, so what is the point?