14. Santa
Chapter 14
Santa
I watch with humor, through the camera I placed on the porch across the street, as Chrissy throws a fit on her front porch at three in the morning, when she sees the stacked containers filled with food I’ve left her. The delivery guy peeled out the minute she arrived, before she could question him. Smart fucker. Her roommate, Daisy, jumps around like a little kid, opening presents on Christmas day, as she rifles through the various plastic crates, and shoves an apple comically in her mouth. Daisy starts dragging them inside, despite Chrissy yelling at her not to. Come on, sweet little temptation, take them. I find myself willing her to give in to my desire to see her not starve. What the fuck is wrong with me? Where the hell are thoughts like that even coming from?
After arguing with Daisy for a few moments, and watching their massive hound dance around them, banging into everything like a giant ogre, Chrissy relents, carries the containers into the minuscule kitchen area, and starts investigating what I sent. Most of it is packaged goods; I figured she would trust those more than anything fresh. I observe, with silent judgment, as she opens the pricey container of organic peanut butter, and rather than feed herself, she shoves a spoon inside and lets the demon beast lick at it. I find myself rolling my eyes and chuckling at her antics, despite the late hour, and the annoying frustration that gnaws at me.
I pry my eyes away from the screen that displays all sixteen of the cameras on a grid that I’ve placed inside their small house. I know it’s overkill, but I wanted to make sure I caught every moment of what she was doing. They’ve become my raunchy reality television, and Chrissy has quickly evolved into more than an obsession for me. I can’t seem to focus on anything or anyone else other than her. It didn’t help that when I went through her laptop history, I found a ton of porn sites she had recently visited, plus searches on glory holes. I’ve spent the last couple of hours retracing her viewing history, and have already jerked off twice.
It seems my little temptation has dark and depraved fantasies, ones I wholeheartedly approve of. Fantasies where she’s restrained, gagged, and forced to take cocks in various holes, without the ability to stop anyone from committing any action they desire with her sexy body. I especially enjoyed the videos that featured BDSM, and had the female stretched, gagged, choked, and flogged, awaiting her master’s pleasure. The thoughts of doing that to Chrissy, and so much more, run through my mind on a loop, and keep me perpetually hard. Fuck, at this point, my cock is going to be chafed before I even get to be inside of her.
I pull out my burner phone and decide to mess with her before she goes off to sleep. There is something about Chrissy, and her reactions, that elicits a morbid fascination and causes my blood to heat with constant desire, not only for her blood and death at my hands, but for her life. For the way that she gets those little lines between her eyebrows when she focuses, or the tightening of her jaw when she’s frustrated. I enjoy watching all her micro-expressions, and I can safely say I’ve never had that happen with anyone that I’ve stalked before.
Would you enjoy it if I tied you down, stretched all your limbs, and blindfolded you, while I spent my time filling all your holes with my thick cum? Would you whimper and beg for me, my sweet little temptation?
Would you cum like my own personal slut, while I filled your pretty pussy, and stretched your ass?
She pulls her phone from the pocket of her black oversized sweatpants, and stares at it with surprise. The thought that those pants might have belonged to some asshole she was previously with causes rage to sizzle through me, and the irrational desire to get in my vehicle, drive over there and rip them off her, is almost blinding. My breathing becomes ragged, as I forcefully tighten my hands on the armrests of my gamer chair, until a cracking sound permeates the air. I can feel my nostrils flaring, and one of my eyes is twitching, as my brain provides images of some random cunt touching what’s mine, making her moan and beg for his cock. I’ll painfully destroy anyone who tries. She’s fucking mine now; no one else can have any part of her.
Her deep chocolate eyes narrow, as a frown rises across the perfection of her alabaster skin, and she gives the phone a dirty look, her beautiful face contorting with fury and disgust. Her expression is so comical it causes my lips to quirk up. I want to commit such dark, perverse, and unspeakable acts on her. I want to listen to her scream and plead with me for mercy. I covet her eyes, meeting mine, and knowing that I hold her death and her life in the palms of my hands, and which one I choose is utterly dependent on how she pleases me. My breath stills in my chest as I wait for her to respond to me, but instead, she slips the phone back into her pants and ignores my message.
NO! That just won’t do. I spring up from my chair before I can stop myself, and start throwing clothes on. The feeling of raw, sharp anger springs through me, rising like a hurricane attempting to make landfall, one that is prepared to destroy everything in its path. I know my reaction is unjustified and unreasonable, but I can’t seem to reel myself in. A part of me wishes I could see inside her mind, to the truths and lies she tells herself. Does she think that I’m some prankster sending her messages, rather than the dangerous predator that I am? Time to change that.
My little temptation needs an early morning visit from me, and she’s going to get one. I head towards where I have my tranquilizer gun stored, knowing full well I will have to incapacitate that giant furball, before I can have my wicked way with her, and I have limited time before the sun rises. On second thought, I should also tranq her roommate. I wouldn’t want her walking in on my fun and calling the cops or, worse, shoving something as mundane as a kitchen knife in my flesh.
I quickly tweak the lock on their back door with my kit, my motions quiet, practiced, and careful, despite the thundering of my heart in my chest, and the sound of my blood whooshing in my ears. I raise the tranq gun and hold it steady, as I make my way inside their small kitchen area, prepared to take down Toothless when he undoubtedly comes charging at me. I don’t have long to wait, as I hear the sound of paws and scratching nails against the ceramic tile. A low, deep growl rents the air, and I don’t hesitate to fire, as I meet his amber-glowing eyes. The little whimper he releases, as the tranq dart imbeds in his fur, almost has a foreign emotion that suspiciously feels like remorse rising. I shake it off; there is no room inside of me for any of that.
I survey as he goes down to a sitting position, a snarl still across his black lips and his sharp, vicious teeth on display, ready to rip me to pieces if only given a chance. Come on, asshole, go to sleep. After another few seconds, he’s down on his side, his large pink tongue hanging outside of his mouth, and snores escaping his nose. That’s it, buddy, night night.
I release a relieved breath behind the dark mask covering my face. One down, two to go. Before I left my home, I made the decision that I would incapacitate Chrissy too, but not entirely. Just enough that she thinks she’s in a hedonistic dream. I want her to be aware someone is with her, and I plan to leave her with evidence of my visit. A ghost of a smile spreads across my disguised face, at the thought of her waking up covered in my cum and not comprehending where it came from, or better yet, feeling sore ’cause I fucked her pussy raw while she was slumbering. My cock twitches inside my black cargo pants with the possibilities of what I will do to her.
I make my way silently down the hallway to her roommate’s room, and notice the door is ajar a crack. I push it wider, and get a glimpse of Daisy in just a pair of neon green panties, spread eagle across her rumpled bed, face down and snoring louder than the hellhound I left passed out in the kitchen. I pull out a syringe filled with a sedative and stalk forward, until I am right beside her while she’s utterly unaware. The state of her vulnerability should call to the monster that lives inside of me, that craves death and destruction, but nothing about this woman moves me in the slightest. She’s just a pretty body waiting to die, and unless she gets in my way, I won’t be the one to take her life. I plunge the sedative into the exposed vein on the side of her neck, and she twitches for a mere second then continues snoring.
Now, off to enjoy my time with my sweet little temptation. I remove the syringe, with a mixture of a paralytic drug, and a light sedative I plan to dose Chrissy with, out of my back pocket. I don’t want her to be able to fight me off, but I do want her to be semi-conscious, and partially aware that someone is with her. Not just someone, the monster stalking her. The one she so carelessly dismissed earlier, that has deemed her his prey.
Adrenaline pours through my veins, heightening my senses as I approach her door. The dog must have pushed it wide open, as he left to investigate who was in the house. I get my first live glimpse of my girl in her own surroundings, as she sleeps curled up and wrapped in her comforter on her bed, oblivious to how much danger she is truly in. A hint of moonlight breaks through the broken blinds, and makes parts of her auburn hair glow in the dim light. She’s stunning, and resembles something otherworldly. My own personal goddess, ready for me to prostrate myself at her altar, like the deviant sinner that I am.
I approach the bed, unable to take my eyes off her, as an intense hunger fills every part of me and demands that I take my fill of her. She whines in her sleep, her head moving side to side across her pillow, and a look of distress mars her stunning features. What does she dream of? Who is causing her distress in her dream state? An unquenchable need ascends within me, to fight off the demons that plague her, even though I know I’m about to become one.
I lean forward, inhaling deeply of her floral, soft, and resplendent scent. Mine. My fingers itch to feel the softness of her hair, and the delicateness of her skin. They want to grasp her, and tighten, until every single digit is imprinted along the surface, so that she wears me like a second skin. So that anyone who dares glance her way knows immediately who she belongs to. My pretty, sweet little temptation.
I blow warm air towards her face, and she burrows her chin further into her covers, like a child trying to hide from the boogeyman under her bed. Too bad that there is no escaping me, and I am much worse than anything she’s ever feared. I hold the syringe in my hand and thrust forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair as I plunge it into her neck. She wakes with a start, a scream on her lips, and her chocolate eyes wide with terror, as her body attempts to thrash off the covers. I witness the moment when she gets a terrified glance at me in my all-black attire, with the skull mask hiding all of my features, excluding my eyes, which I’ve donned black contacts to disguise. I know that I resemble a fearsome demon right now. As much as I want her to realize that it’s me, it’s too soon. When she finally does put the pieces together, I want the two of us to be secluded, and far away from anyone who could rescue her from my grasp.
“Hello, sweet little temptation. Are you happy to see me?”