Chapter 42 #2
I stared at my phone, trying to decide how to respond, but words wouldn’t cut it this time.
I put my phone in my pocket, left the apartment and headed to her front door.
I knocked, and her quiet, apprehensive voice from the other side asked, “Who is it?”
“Your friendly neighbourhood stalker,” I replied, thankful that her nosey neighbour hadn’t come out and questioned why the lock guy was at her door again.
She opened the door and frowned at me. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?” I asked as I placed a kiss on her forehead and walked past her into her apartment.
“Be here whenever I... never mind.” She shook her head, then closed the door and turned to face me. “I could order in a pizza.”
“Or... I could take you to play the game I messaged you about.”
I took a step towards her, and her breaths came a little quicker. I loved those sexy little pants she did when she knew I’d gone into predator mode.
“The one where we take things up a notch,” I added, taking a step closer. I was towering over her, peering down at her doe eyes as she stared up at my devilish grin. “The one where I fuck you in a way you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Can’t we do that here?” she asked, her voice all breathy and sexy as fuck.
“No,” I said firmly, grabbing her coat off the back of the door and passing it to her. “My bike is downstairs. I’ll drive, and you... will fucking love it.” I kissed her again on the forehead, and she sighed, took a step to the side and opened the door.
Twenty minutes later, we were standing in my warehouse in the exact same spot that Peter Hipkiss, her alleyway attacker, had woken up in when I dragged his rapist ass off the street.
Spotlights lit up the room, and the concrete walls made it look like a prison cell, but I leaned into her and whispered, “Don’t worry.
I promise this’ll be more fun than it looks. ”
It'd always pissed me off that I’d wasted that game on him, but thankfully, I’d thought of a new way to use it. The maze had been cleaned up, and all the glass and shit that might hurt a player had been removed. Now, it was a different kind of maze, and I couldn’t wait to play in it.
She glanced around and asked, “Where is this place?”
“It’s a warehouse I sometimes use.”
“I’m not sure I want to know what for after hearing the rules you live by.” She turned to face me. “Should I be scared?”
“Only if you want to be,” I replied, and then I moved back, leaving her standing in the middle of the room as I took the remote control from my pocket.
“Welcome to my game,” I said, and a smirk spread across my face as excitement swarmed inside me.
“In a moment, the lights will go out, and you will be left to play the game, relying solely on your senses. But first, we need to go over a few rules.”
“Here we go.” She narrowed her eyes at me and grinned. “You love your rules.”
“Rule One.” I lifted my chin, taking on my taskmaster persona as I told her, “You have to keep moving. This game won’t work if you stand still. Be brave. Trust me, and trust that I’ll look after you.”
“Okay,” she replied. “Is that it?”
“No. Rule number two, you have to do exactly what I say. I am in control. You are the cat and I’m the mouse.”
“Ooo, sounds sexy,” she quipped, and I nodded.
“It is.”
I let the seconds tick by to build anticipation, then hit her with my final rule. “And number three, when I catch you, I fuck you. It’s that simple.”
“So simple.” She lowered her head, peering at me through her lashes, biting her goddamn lip and teasing me. I fucking loved it.
I took slow steps towards her, then, when I was towering over her, I put my hands on her shoulders and spun her around to face the door.
I clicked the remote and the door opened.
“Are you ready?” I asked, whispering low in her ear.
“Born ready,” she replied, and I smiled, stepping away from her.
“Good.” I held the remote up and, in that moment, when I pressed the button and the lights went off, drowning us in darkness, I growled, “Run.”
On a table to the side, I had a pair of night vision goggles, amongst other things I wanted to use tonight, and I put the goggles on to give me the advantage I wanted. Then I started to laugh as I heard her gasping as she made her way down the first corridor away from me.
I stepped out of the room and peered down the hallway, just in time to see her turn left, her hands pressed against the concrete as she stumbled in the dark.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I called out, following her.
I wanted to take my time, build her adrenaline and stalk her through this maze until she was begging me to find her and fuck her.
I turned left, but she wasn’t there.
“Which way did you go, Little Killer?” I walked to the end of the hallway. “I can smell your fear. I’ll smell your arousal soon too.”
I listened carefully, and her panted breaths were coming from the right, so I followed them, taking a knife from my pocket and scraping it against the wall. “One, two, The Master’s coming for you,” I sang. “Three, four, I’m gonna fuck you on the floor.”
I took the remote out of my pocket and hit another button. The sound of cackling screams reverberated off the walls, and I heard her scream too.
“Did that frighten you?” I tilted my head, stopping myself from reminding her of the rules. She needed to trust that I wouldn’t hurt her. But in doing that, I’d have to break character, and I really didn’t want to do that.
Instead, I hit the button to activate the rainstorm sounds, and then I pressed for lightning.
“There’s a storm coming, Abigail. Are you ready to get very, very wet?”
I reached the end of the hallway and stopped. Her breathy little pants had turned into moans, or cries, I couldn’t tell which, with the other sounds around me. But whatever they were, they fucking turned me on.
I started to walk towards where I thought she might be, announcing into the darkness, “Do you know what I’m going to do when I catch you, Little Killer?
” I paced slowly forward, telling her, “I’m going to pin you down, rip your fucking clothes off, and fuck you so hard you’ll be begging, but it won’t be for me to stop, it’ll be for more.
” I kept walking forward, following the cries.
“Are you ready for that? Are you ready to take my big cock in every fucking hole so many times you pass out? To feel my hands holding you down, covering your mouth so you can’t scream.
Are you ready to submit to me like the filthy slut you are? ”
My heart was beating fast, thumping against my ribs like it wanted to burst free. My cock was hard, and I was aching to find her, catch her and pin her to the floor, the wall, I didn’t fucking care, I just needed to be inside her.
And then I turned the corner, and I found her...
Curled in a ball.
Her head in her hands as she whimpered.
And when she lifted her head to look in my direction, the pain of utter terror on her face nearly fucking broke me.
I pressed the remote to turn the lights on and went to her, crouching down and pulling her into my arms.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” I told her. “Remember I said to trust me. I’d never hurt you.”
She couldn’t speak, she was sobbing so hard, so I picked her up, carrying her in my arms out of the maze to a back room where I usually sat when I was playing games of a different kind.
There was a small sofa in the corner, and I laid her on it, stroking her hair and trying to calm her as best I could.
“What’s happened?” I asked, knowing full well this reaction wasn’t normal. “Why are you so frightened? You know me, Abigail. You know I’d never hurt you.”
She was starting to calm down, but her breaths were still ragged, and she shook like a leaf.
“I... I want... I need... to go home.”
I felt like my whole body was shredded from the inside.
Like someone had taken the sharpest grater and sliced every inch of me until there was nothing but pain.
I’d have done anything for her. If anyone else had hurt her, I’d have cut their throat to make them bleed, then sliced their chest open and cracked their ribs apart.
Ripped the heart from the chest and thrown it at her feet while it was still beating.
And even that wouldn’t have been enough to avenge the things that’d been done to her.
But what could I do now?
How could I fix this when the person who’d hurt her was me?