Chapter 19 #2
Darker thoughts claw into my brain as my pulse races faster, my arms knocking away branches as I hurtle through the woods.
What if none of this is a game?
What if Achilles is the killer of the two unidentified bodies in Hawthorne Hollow? What if all of this has been an elaborate way for him to get me into the woods so he can cut out my eyes and carve a heart into my chest?
I know deep inside me that it can’t be true. But the faster I run, and the hotter my blood pumps, the more my non-reasoning lizard brain takes over.
And so pure, naked, actual fear is roaring through my veins when a gloved hand lurches out of the darkness right next to me and grabs a hank of my hair.
“Caught you.”
I scream blue fucking murder as Achilles yanks hard, jerking me right off my feet and sending me crashing to the ground.
I kick and thrash in a blind panic, clawing at the air before he grabs my flailing arms at the wrists and slams them to the forest floor on either side of me.
My knee jerks up reflexively, and Achilles grunts as my knee connects with his balls.
He doesn’t let go, but his grip loosens enough so that I can scramble away from him. I lurch to my feet to hurl myself through the branches.
I don’t get very far.
A hand grabs my ankle. Gravity spins and goes upside down as I crash to the ground on my side. I scream and thrash, kicking at the hand on my ankle and trying to claw my way forward.
Then my hand reaches forward one last time, and I realize there is no forward.
…because I’m at the very edge of the Hawthorne cliffs, seventy feet above the crashing waves below.
My heart vaults up into my throat as I stare in horror at the sheer drop, not even a foot in front of my face.
I don’t get to be scared for very long.
Achilles suddenly grabs the back of my yoga pants and pulls, hard. I scream as he rips them and my panties down, scraping them over my ass and my thighs as I try to fight him off.
Cold metal teases against my ass, then I hear a ripping sound and feel the fabric around my hips go slack.
He’s just cut off my fucking pants.
The metal of the blade brushes my thighs, making me flinch as he shreds my pants the rest of the way off.
A gasp rips from my throat as he flips me over roughly onto my back and straddles my hips.
I kick and flail, choking and screaming as he grabs the front of my hoodie and shoves the knife underneath it.
I shudder when I feel the tip just graze the skin of my belly and my sternum before he quickly jerks his arm back.
Holy fuck.
The knife cuts through my shirt and hoodie like butter, shredding them in two as he slices higher, all the way up to my neck, spilling my bare breasts free.
“Is this what you wanted, little prey?”
In this moment, it’s not Achilles growling the words.
It’s a monster.
A beautiful nightmare far past anything I’ve watched on MaskTok or read in the filthiest books.
The voice grates like stone on stone through his mask as he viciously shoves my thighs apart and pushes between them.
My eyes bulge as his muscles ripple, his gloved hand holding the knife sliding between my legs.
“Achilles—!”
I choke out a scream, thinking for a fraction of a second that he’s going to bring the serrated blade to my pussy. But at the very last moment he flips the knife, and it’s the hilt that drags electrically and sinfully against my sensitive folds.
“I said, is this what you wanted,” he snarls, rubbing the handle of the hunting knife slowly back and forth across my pussy.
Mortifying, I start to react.
My thighs quiver. My nipples tighten.
God help me, I get wet.
So, so wet.
His free hand darts out, and I whimper when his gloved fingers close tightly around my neck. He rubs the hilt of his knife over my clit, and a desperate, needy sound tears from my throat.
“To be chased, and manhandled, and used like a desperate, greedy fucking cock slut? Because that’s what you’re going to be for me tonight, little prey.”
He looms over me, his muscles knotted. He rubs the knife handle back and forth against my throbbing clit as I shake and tremble and whimper on the edge of the cliff.
His hand leaves my throat just long enough to reach up and yank the mask from his face.
The moonlight bathes his coldly beautiful face in an eerie glow as his teeth flash and his eyes glint. He throws the mask aside and wraps his fingers around my throat again as he leans down, his mouth hovering inches from mine.
“You’re going to be my slutty fuck hole, baby,” he rasps.
I moan.
“My cum dump.”
My pulse hammers in my ears as my slippery arousal coats his knife.
“More,” I choke as he squeezes his fingers around my throat.
Achilles chuckles darkly. “More? You want more?”
My eyes fly open when the hilt of his knife suddenly sinks between my pussy lips and pushes into me.
Holy fuck.
I cry out, moaning in fucked-up, deranged pleasure as he starts to thrust the handle in and out of my clenching pussy.
“Mmm, feel how fucking tight your pussy is around my knife, little prey,” Achilles growls against my lips. His face lowers, and I cry out when his teeth rake over the sensitive skin of my neck.
“I can’t wait to feel this cunt struggle to take my cock, baby. I can’t wait for your screams when I stuff every inch of my fucking dick in this tiny, tight hole.”
His mouth drops to my tits, his lips wrapping around one throbbing, aching, pink nipple.
He bites down, and I scream in a mix of pleasure and pain, my back arching and my pussy tightening around the knife handle as he plunges it in and out of me, mauling my breasts as I moan and whimper and beg for more.
The knife slips free of my pussy and gets tossed away.
I hear his belt jangle.
Oh God.
He’s about to take my virginity after fucking me with a knife.
On the precipice of a goddamn cliff and the bleeding edge of my sanity.
He shoves his pants down. I drop my gaze down my brutalized body and watch as he fists his huge cock.
How the actual fuck is that going to fit inside me?
I don’t have time to consider the logistics. Not when he starts to rub the swollen head over my aching clit, and starts to jerk that fat cock against my lips as they spread open for him.
My breath catches for a frozen half second as he notches the crown of his cock at my opening.
Say it.
SAY IT.
SAY IT YOU FUCKING PSYCHO BEFORE YOU LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY TO A LUNATIC WITH A KNIFE ON THE EDGE OF A CLIFF.
Too late.
It’s one stroke.
One. Fast. Brutal. Stroke.
That's how it fits inside me.
And holy fucking God, does it hurt.
My scream pierces the night, my back arching off the ground like I’ve just received an electric shock. He’s so fucking big and thick, and it burns like a hot poker as his cock rams to the hilt inside me.
Achilles growls savagely, his muscles coiling as he slams my wrists to the ground on either side of me and flexes his cock inside me. His mouth drags up my neck as he inhales sharply, his teeth scraping my skin as I twist and writhe under him.
“Theeeere we go, little prey.”
It’s the voice of a nightmare rasping into my ear, and it sends a bolt of vicious, throbbing, consuming need surging through my core.
“Let me feel your virgin blood coat my big fucking dick."
Oh fuck.
“Let me feel that slutty little hole squeeze my cock like a greedy little cunt.”
My breath chokes off as the silent scream wraps around my throat.
He starts to pull out, tugging a whimper from my throat.. He rams in again, burying every fucking inch deep inside me with another brutal thrust. He does it again, sliding out until just his head is stretching me open before sinking every inch back in again.
And something changes.
The coiling, slithering, dark thing inside me tightens and squeezes, spreading venom and vicious insanity through my core as my face crumples and a sound I don’t immediately recognize shatters from my mouth.
The broken, wrecked, aching sound of a wall crashing down inside me.
A dam giving way.
And a pleasure I’ve never once felt melting through my body.
Achilles slides his slick, bulging, veined cock from my battered pussy and then pushes it right back in.
This time, it doesn’t hurt anymore.
This time, I fucking moan.
The sound wrenches from throat as my head lolls to the side. He fucks into me again, harder and faster, the wet sounds of my pussy taking his dick along with the crash of waves beneath us filling my ears.
My eyes start to close. But then he’s grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look up at him, his face a mask of darkness and lust, his eyes glinting viciously as he starts to thrust harder.
“No looking away, little prey,” he growls. “Look at me,” he snarls through clenched teeth as he rams into me. “Look at me when I make you mine.”
My brow caves, and my breath comes in short, staccato gasps as he drags his cock out until just the swollen head is inside. I’m trembling, but then my eyes lock with his, so hauntingly dark and viciously beautiful.
“Good girl.”
In that moment I realize I’ve only seen the tip of his madness. Because then Achilles truly starts to fuck me.
He pounds into me, snarling and biting, gripping and pinning.
I do the same, nipping at his shoulder when he gets too close, raking my nails down his cheek and chest when he lets go of my wrist. He crushes his mouth to mine in a vicious, bruising kiss before he sucks my lower lip between his teeth and bites.
God help me, I almost come.
The taste of copper floods my mouth as he invades it with his tongue.
I claw at his face, my hips rising to meet every single one of his brutal, violent thrusts.
He pulls his head back and spits into my mouth when I open it to moan, making my eyes roll in a swirling cloud of black, unhinged arousal.
He bites my nipples, groans when I slap his face, and fucks me harder when my nails rake like knives down his back.
This isn’t sex anymore.
This is an endurance test of carnal violence. And I’m not sure there’ll be any survivors after the dust has settled.
The harder he fucks me, the louder I beg him for more. I don’t even recognize my voice anymore, or the demands tumbling from my lips as I beg him to choke me, slap me, bite me, ruin me.
He glances to the side, still pounding into me as unholy wails erupt from my throat. Then I see the black glint in his eyes, and shiver when he reaches over and grabs the knife.
His gloved hand wraps around the hilt that was inside me, and I feel myself starting to come undone as he brings the lethal edge of the blade to my throat.
“Oh my fucking God!” I cry out, starting to shudder and clench and break apart at the seams.
“Mmmm, so this is what you needed, baby,” he growls darkly, putting a little more pressure on the blade next to my skin. “This is what that fucked-up head of yours wanted before you’d let me feel this slutty pussy come all over my cock.”
He starts to pound into me harder, faster; viciously fucking me as my back scrapes across the ground. My head lolls back as the world blurs around me, and adrenaline explodes through my system when I realize my head is now hanging off the edge of the cliff.
Everything builds to a screaming, beautifully violent crescendo.
The tug of gravity. His huge cock ramming into my pussy over and over as my entire core ignites. The sharp edge of his knife dancing over the skin of my throat. The swirling madness of it all.
Just as my eyes start to roll back, he grabs my face with his other hand and lifts it, pressing our foreheads together and looking me right in the eye as he buries himself balls-deep in me.
Reality skips and glitches. Time falters.
“Come for me, little prey. Let me feel your pretty fuck hole come all over my big fucking cock.”
Oh God…
The world goes white, and I explode.
I scream, and Achilles slams his mouth to mine as my orgasm careens through me like a fucking hurricane.
He groans into my mouth and keeps his cock buried between my legs as it starts to throb and pulse.
I gasp against his lips as I feel the hot flood of his cum spill into me, his cock twitching inside me as my arms and legs wrap like iron bands around his muscled body.
I’m still choking for air when he lowers his mouth to my neck and licks it.
I wince in pain. When he pulls away, I realize why.
The knife has a small streak of blood on the tip.
So does his tongue.
And when he tosses the knife aside and kisses me, and I taste the copper and sin on his lips, I realize how truly fucked I am.