Chapter 7
I knew it was going to be tough but what the fuck kind of first day is that?
I had tried my best to blend into the shadows but that didn’t work.
That bitch Blaire, I should have hit her, given her my best right hand but I froze.
I didn’t know what else she would have done to me if it wasn't for Silas’ friend.
I didn’t even know his name but I saw him sitting with them when he yelled out to help me.
Everyone instantly froze when he did. He obviously held some sort of power. I mean of course he did if he and Silas were friends.
Even that is fucked up, what kind of guy swoops in to protect me, cleans me up, gives me his jacket and sees me in my bra but he won’t tell me his name?
He’s happy to give me a nickname ‘Trouble’ but won’t give me his.
What does that nickname even mean? I’m the last thing from trouble.
I just want to get through my day left alone, I'm not trying to cause trouble.
What the fuck is going on with Monarch Prep?
And as if I hadn’t had a bad enough day, Cranford then pulls me aside and tells me he wants Silas and I to spend more time together.
If Cranford wanted us to spend more time together he could have made Silas spend that time protecting me today, fucking asshole he is, he just sat there while that bitch Blaire was pooring her drink on me.
No, I’d rather stab a fork in my eye, spending more time than I have to with Silas will only give me a headache.
Cranford and my mother left an hour ago for some banquet dinner. So of course I’d been left home alone with that asshole. No matter what Cranford wanted I’m not going to spend time with him. I’m going to hide in my room until it’s time to go to sleep.
I tried my best to focus on the tv but an outside noise catches my attention.
I try to ignore it at first. I’m sure it’s just the wind or a tree or something but the noise continues.
Against my better judgment I get up to investigate.
I have a weird sense of deja vu as I slowly peel back the curtain leading to my balcony.
“AAARRRGGHH” I scream out loud as a large masked figure holding a knife appears from behind the curtain.
He taps the knife on the glass door as I back away falling over my own feet.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap
I crawl backwards, tears coming from my eyes. The masked man moves his hand down toward the door handle. He jiggles the handle, it’s locked. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I remembered to lock it as I kept backing up.
The masked man raises his hand, and he displays a finger and moves it left and right, like a disappointed parent to their toddler. The masked man reaches back into his pocket after scolding me and pulls out a key.
The blood runs from my face.
“No, no, nooooo” I sob through streaming tears.
The masked man's hand moves back toward the door handle in what feels like slow motion. He slowly inserts the key.
“It’s a dream.” I say to myself, I’ve been having dreams like this since the cemetery incident, it must be a dream, I pinch myself in a last ditch effort to wake myself. “Ouch,” I wince. It's not a dream.
The key turns and the door is unlocked. The masked man opens my door and takes a step inside.
I attempt the last thing I want to do and that is cry out for help from Silas, “S…..” I try to yell but the words just don’t come out, it’s as if my vocal cords are paralyzed with fear.
The light of the room reflects the shine of the knife the masked intruder holds.
He steps toward me, moving closer, caging me in. I’m trapped between the wall and this masked stranger, I attempt to plead but nothing comes out.
Taking a step forward the masked stranger reaches for me and grabs me around the waist and lifts me easily with a single arm and he throws me face first onto my bed. He pushes my body hard into the bed. I try my best to kick him off but he’s too big and too strong for me.
I feel the cold metal of his knife pressing against my thigh.
The masked man slowly drags it up my thigh lifting my nightie up as he does.
My breath catches in my throat as his knife reaches my panties.
The masked man inserts the blade inside the bottom of my panties.
I feel the cold steel press into my mound and gently brush my clit before he hooks the blade on the strap and with a quick stroke removes my panties from me exposing my ass and pussy to the night.
The cold air hits my bare pussy and shocks me back to breathing.
“These are mine,” The masked man tells me, stuffing my panties into his pocket.
I once again feel the cold steel of the knife this time pressing against the lips of my pussy.
“No, please,” I beg him.
“Shut up.” The masked man hisses as he pushes my face down into the bed, arching my back and exposing my pussy and ass more to the cold air.
The masked man rubs the flat side of the knife against my pussy, stopping when he reaches my clit, he lingers for a second and then SLAP, he spanks my clit with the knife.
Before I can catch it, a soft moan escapes my lips. The masked man chuckles at my moan, he’s enjoying this!
“Like that did we Bambi?” He adds.
Try as I might to deny it, I did. Ever since the cemetery, being held down and used has controlled my thoughts, controlled my dreams and from the puddle of wetness I can feel building on the bed, they are controlling my body.
He spanks my clit five more times, each one harder than the last, giving me just enough time to recover between each one. I feel like a whore but I can't control it and I moan louder with each spank, my pussy is throbbing from ecstasy and pain.
The masked man has me in his total control.
He pulls the knife away from me and forces all of his body weight on top of me, I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my ass.
Reality hits me as the masked man lets out a growl into my ear. He’s going to fuck me and there is nothing I can do to stop him.
I try again to get away from him but he has me completely immobilized.
He gets closer to my ear, his breathing leaving shivers to wrack my body and whispers, “truth or dare?”
My mind flashes back to the cemetery, no it can’t be.
What the fuck is going on?
Without thinking I reply, “truth,”
“That’s not how this works,” the masked man snaps.
Fuck, it is one of them how did they find me?
“Please,” I try to plead but a whimper slips free.
“Answer the fucking question,” the masked man shouts back, dragging the knife hard against my throat.
“Dare.” I sob back. Tears coating my cheeks as they fall.
“I dare you to scream for your brother.” The masked man chuckles.
The last thing I want is Silas’ help but I must call for him, if I want to get out of this alive. I control my sobbing long enough to scream for Silas.
“SILAS, HELP.” I bellow at the top of my lungs.
Pushing his cock into me as I call for Silas to help, I can’t deny the feel of it as he grinds it against my pussy.
“I’ll be back,” he licks the side of my face, his tongue licking up my tears.
Another scream leaves my throat and once that scream leaves my lips the masked man is off me, his knife removed from my throat and he’s gone from my room.
I sob into my pillow and try my best to cover myself as Silas kicks into my room, the door banging against the wall as he does.
“What the fuck do you want?” A shirtless Silas bellows at me, his voice is a cross between annoyance and anger. Maybe I should have kept silent.
I look up at Silas, my clothes amiss from the masked man, my bare ass showing, tears running down my face, and my heart chaotic. I suddenly become overwhelmed with emotion and unable to hold back I rush to Silas and wrap my arms around him.
“There was a man in a mask with a knife” I sob into Silas’ bare chest, his rock hard pec making a pillow for my tears.
Silas shows a moment of weakness and puts his arm around me. It almost feels brotherly.
“They’re gone now,” he replies sympathetically.
“No, what if he’s still out there?” I swallow the thickness in my throat cutting off my words.
Silas releases me from his arms, keeping his face stoic as he replies.“I will check the balcony and then you try and get some sleep.”
Being the nicest he has ever been.
Silas releases me and checks the balcony and relocks my door. “You need to lock your door, Tenley, I told you these hallways aren’t safe,” Silas declares.
I nod my head at him still in shock and unable to answer but I know I had locked the door. The masked man had a key, how did he get a key?
Silas heads to the door. “I’ll leave my door open if you need me.”
I still can’t believe how nice he’s being, maybe we’re starting a new page in our relationship.
“Thank you, Silas,” I say before he leaves. “Silas, one more thing, who has keys to our balcony doors?” I ask.
“Only you, me, Dad and your mother. Why do you ask?” he replies.
“I just want to make sure it stays locked.” I reply with a lie.
“Goodnight Tenley” Silas states, leaving my room and half closing the door behind him.
It was Silas, he had something to do with it. If we are the only ones with keys then how did the masked intruder have one? Silas must have given it to him.
That masked man said truth or dare, the same line the killers at the cemetery used, and that name, one of them called me Bambi, this can’t be a coincidence. How did he find me so far away? unless Silas is one of them?
I need to get to the bottom of this.
I laid in my bed trying my best to sleep but a million thoughts ran through my head.
All the questions that need answers but the one thing that kept coming to the front is the tingle in my clit.
I’m so confused, I should be concerned that the killers found me tonight and could have killed me but my brain keeps coming back to the cold smacks of steel on my clit.
I close my eyes and reach down to rub my clit but the sensation is not the same, almost too soft.
I look around my room for something metal but I see nothing until the metal edge of my table catches my eye.
I rise from my bed and make my way to the table.
I can’t believe I am doing this but I need the release.
I lift my nightie tucking it under my arms and get onto my toes, my clit hanging above the edge of the table.
I lower myself down. My orgasm nearly hits me as soon as my clit comes in contact with the cold steel of the table, the mixture of cold steel and wetness.
I feel like such a whore as I grind my clit into the edge of the cold steel table, thoughts of being pinned down and fucked by masked men run through my head.
I can feel my orgasm building as I grind harder on the table, bucking my hips back and forward, fucking the table.
I squeeze my breast as I do, pinching my nipple, on the edge of orgasm.
I give one last hard grind as my imagination runs with the masked man filling my pussy with his seed.
This takes me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a lighting bolt.
“Fill me with your cum Silas,” the words escape my lips as my legs quiver and I nearly fall over.
I ride the orgasm high until I can no longer take it.
Ashamedly I lift my hips and remove my wet pussy off the edge of the table.
What is wrong with me?
That night at the cemetery has changed me. Why can’t I orgasm unless I’m thinking about masked men doing horrible things to mean why the fuck did I call out Silas’ name when I orgasmed? Why did I want the masked man in my imagination to be him?
Disgust fills me as I slip back under the covers, what’s happening to me?
A single tear runs down my cheek as I lay my head on my pillow hoping to finally get some sleep.