Chapter 11 Ashton
ASHTON
The chase was on, and I had a little bird to catch.
I slip into the shadows as I watch them all scurrying, eager to play tonight’s terrifying game. They thought I’d planned this game for them, but I had planned it for her.
It was all for her.
She didn’t know it yet, but this was the last game she would play with them and then we could really have some fun.
I know where she’s headed. A little brave, if not stupid, I watched her dart outside among the trees. She thinks she’s smart, dodging all the others who scattered around the estate because she doesn’t think anyone is hunting her.
She’s wrong.
Alone.
In the dark.
In the woods.
I knew my little bird would make my hunt delicious. I climb the stairs to the trophy room. Each mask is laid in a glass case surrounded by lights.
Once upon a time, there were many men who would choose a mask to hunt their prey, taking on a different persona, and now it was just me.
My fingers tap against the glass as I choose a mask befitting a beast that would hide my true identity, hide my true voice.
My fingers tease over the glass box with a black mask that has crosses for eyes and joker smile for a mouth, little scars under the eyes imitate crosses painted in red, my fingers press the red button to release the box and show my baby to me.
Yes, this was perfect to hunt, my little bird.
Placing the mask across my face, I look in the adjoining mirror and smile. Not that you could see it, although the mask held a permanent smile.
I walk through the estate and watch as they chase there willing victim through the house, none of them had a clue how to do it properly, stopping by the kitchen, I find a twisted straight piece of metal and skewer a toffee apple on top of it, sliding it in my pocket I smirk as I feel my knife hit against it.
I was ready for her.
I shake my head as I make my way outside. Feeling the cold autumn air swirl around my body, the excitement pumps through my veins.
I’d given her a head start. She should be deep inside the forest by now. So deep that nobody would hear her scream.
My black army boots crunch beneath the leaves as I make my way to the back of the estate, disappearing through the trees.
Walking briskly through the trees, I look around and listen for any life in the unknown depths of the woods, but all I hear is silence.
Picking up the wrought iron chains that I intend to bind her with, I wrap them around my waist and continue walking deeper into the woods.
The crunching of leaves beneath my boots would alert her that she wasn’t alone, but still I hear nothing.
Picking up the pace, I walk deeper, with nothing but trees and mud paving the way for me to hunt my prey.
I hear a twig snapping ahead.
At last.
Heavy breathing curls around the wild oak tree just before me.
I watch her crawl on the ground. Her feet are muddy and black, she seems to have discarded her shoes.
Looking around the tree, she looks for evidence that she’s been caught, but I’ve already slid back into the darkness. I’m just behind her. I can hear her shallow breaths.
Does it excite you, little bird?
The fear of being caught.
She stands tall and leans against the tree with her hand on her heart, waiting for her breathing to slow. She smiles, probably thinking she has a victory in escaping me, but I’m right here, little bird.
Whipping the chains around her waist, I bind her to the tree. Her body stiffens and her breathing becomes erratic. Walking around to face her, her pretty face pales as she stares at me.
“Okay, very funny, you caught me. Now let me go.” She demands in a shaky voice.
Gripping her wrists, she tries to pull away from me, increasing the excitement even more in my body. “I said let me go.” ignoring her pathetic pleas, I forcefully press her arms above her head and chain them to the tree. “This isn’t funny—.”
“Its not supposed to be funny.”
“Let me go.”
“You wanted to play, little bird, and the game isn’t over yet.”
I watch as she tries to struggle out of the chains that bind her to the tree, but she barely moves an inch. Gripping her ankles, I spread her legs and bind them with chains so she’s completely immobile and at my mercy.
“You can’t do this—.”
I slip the knife from my pocket and wave it near her face.
Her pleas instantly stop and she is finally quiet.
There is no sound, just the sweet sound of silence as I walk closer to her body.
“Please, I don’t want to play this game anymore.
” She cries. I tilt my head. “Please, I don’t want to die, don’t kill me. ” Tears crawl down her face.
“Now, why would you think I would want to kill you?”
“Well, you have me tied to a tree and you have a knife.” She cries.
“I just want to play with you, little bird.”
“Stop calling me that.”
Sliding the knife down her neck, I see the pulse in her neck quicken. She was scared. Perfect. Taking a step back, I take her in a pretty little red dress that clings to her curves perfectly. The thin material was perfect for what I had planned for tonight.
I slide the knife down her body, slowly cutting the thin material all the way down to her thighs until it opens and her breasts heave in time with her erratic breathing. Her nipples peak, and I lick my lips beneath the mask.
Slicing the strings on her underwear that only a small triangle covers her pussy, that flimsy little garment falls to the ground and lay at her feet, pulling the dress that lodged between her back and the tree. I throw that to the ground.
“Okay, you’ve had your fun now. Let me go.”
“You really need to find some other words, little bird. Your pleas of leaving are becoming boring.”
Taking out the candied apple, I twirl the steel around my fingers, watching the apple spin.
“Do you like toffee apples?” She shakes her head. “They can be quite the treat, but this one is missing something.”
“What?” She looks confused.
“It has no cream. I much prefer my apples with cream.”
Kneeling on the ground, I hear the sludge of mud as my knees hit the ground. Taking my finger, I slide it up into her glistening pussy.
God, she was already turned on. Fear really did make my little bird wet. I could see the desire dripping from her core.
My fingers brush against her pussy lips, and I hear the squelch of her desire as my fingers mash against her slippery wetness.
“No,” she sighs.
My fingers slide down like they are doing a happy dance as they enter her opening.
“I don’t even know who you are.” She gasps.
“Sure, you do, little bird.”
My fingers twirl deep inside of her dripping hole, feeling her coat my fingers as I slide in and out of her, feeling her stretch around my fingers.
“Are you ready?”
“For what?” She pants.
Taking the apple, I run it up her thighs and gently slide it up her dripping pussy.
“You can’t put that inside me.” Her eyes widen. “It won’t fit.”
Moving the apple faster against her clit, her moans ring out in the deserted forest and finally it’s a sound I’ve been dying to hear.
Stretching her hole with my fingers, I watch her face to see the pinch of pain travel across her face, sliding the apple down to her dripping hole I push it inside of her, I don’t wait for her to get used to the feel of it and a scream tears from her throat as I bob the apple in and out of her dripping pussy, pushing her to her very limits, she can’t even scream she’s gasping for breath.
Coating the apple with her delicious juices, it drips down as I fuck her harder and faster, her moans coming out in a burst of strangled gasps and screams.
“Please—it—hurts.” she cries as more tears fall down her face.
pushing her deeper over the edge, I wait until I can feel her tremble beneath my touch and move the apple in and out of her greedy pussy while I massage her clit in circles with my thumb.
“Oh God—its—oh god.” She screams into the night.
Her legs tremble and I watch as the desire takes over and beads of sweat falls from her forehead and she finally cums, she cums so fucking hard I’m surprised she doesn’t explode into a million pieces.
Pulling the apple from her drenched pussy, I hold it up like it’s a trophy. “See now, it is glazed with cream.”
Standing up, I watch her exhausted little body give in and I shove that apple in her mouth and fix it there with duct tape. She shakes her head in protest as I turn and walk away from her.
Stalking into the back of the house, I place the mask in a drawer in the kitchen as I announce it’s time for my guests to leave.
The chatter is a loud roar of displeasure at cutting their fun short, but my night can’t begin until they all leave.
They start moving to the front of the house to leave what I assume they think has been another night of fun, drinking games.
“Ashton?”
“The bookworms friend.” I smile. “Did you enjoy tonight’s game?”
“It was fun.” She smiles. “Have you seen Dove?” She asks me.
“No, I’m sorry. I haven’t seen her since the hunt started.”
“Why does she always leave before the game?” She mutters more to herself than to me.
“Maybe she’s not a game person.”
“Well, she could tell me she was leaving.”
“I’m sure she is tucked up in bed.” I smile as I usher her out of the house, eager to get back to my little bird, who is waiting for me in the woods.
“Well, goodnight.” She says and I simply nod, give her a smile and close the door.
Racing through the house, I check to make sure none of my guests have lingered and find that I’m completely alone.
Grabbing the mask, I place it back on my face to hide my true identity before I race back through the woods and find her sleeping with that apple still taped to her mouth.
I pick up her tattered clothes and stuff them in my pocket as I unhook her from the chains that bound her as my prey to the tree. Her body slumps to the ground.
Poor little thing was exhausted.
Taking the tape from her mouth, I release her from the apple that is now dripping with her cum and spit and, taking a bite, I swallow it.
Delicious.
Scooping her frail, tired little body into my arms, I walk back to the estate with her unconscious body pressed against mine.
Walking to the door that is adjacent to the kitchen, I walk down the iron steps to the hidden tunnels that Victor had built once the madness had set in. It was where he conducted his finest, depraved work.
The tunnels are clean and rustic, the dark corridor is dimly lit by candles on the stone wall to light the way.
Walking into the room I had prepared for her, I unlock the steel cage that is no bigger than a dog crate and lay her little body inside, stroking her soft raven hair and moving it from her face. “Sweet dreams.” I whisper into her skin before locking the cage and walking back towards the estate.
The next morning I sit in my kitchen enjoying a steaming cup of coffee, ready to start the day, when a rapping at the door drags me from my peaceful morning.
Opening the door there stands two police officers and Dove’s annoying little friend.
She was becoming a nuisance.
“Well, aren’t you going to do something?” She demands of the two men.
“What can I help you with, gentlemen.” I ask, giving them my best inviting smile.
I wasn’t exactly surprised they were here. It was only a matter of time, but I didn’t expect them to arrive at my door so soon.
“Christina says this was the last place her friend was seen. She hasn’t shown up to work this morning, and it doesn’t look like she got home last night.”
Shit, she had a job? Well, that was something I wasn’t expecting. I probably should have covered all grounds before I took her, but I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.
“Well, there is nobody here except me.” I look at their faces and I’m not sure if they believe me. “Of course, you’re welcome to come in and take a look.”
“We wouldn’t want to impose.” The elderly of the gentlemen speaks.
“If it gives this young lady a peace of mind, I’m happy to oblige.” I smile.
I was happy for them to search my home because I knew they wouldn’t find anything. I wasn’t stupid enough to leave her somewhere they could find or hear her.
She barges past me to enter and the younger police officer quickly grabs her arm. “You will stay out here.”
“But—.” She tries to protest.
“I already told you back at the station we are only taking this missing claim seriously and acting before the usual time frame because of what happened at the spa.”
“I know.” She mutters.
“This gentleman is not obliged to let us search his home, so you should be thankful he’s been so hospitable.” She nods. “So, you stay out here.”
They both search every nook and cranny of my home and shout ‘clear’ to each other when they find nothing.
“What’s out there?” The younger one asks.
“It leads to Hollow Hills woods. Would you like to search out there?” I ask.
I watch as the colour drips from his face and he shakes his head. The superstitions that this town had created seemed to be benefiting me.
“Thank you for your hospitality, sir.” The older gentleman tips his hat as I see them both to the door. “I understand you’ve been most welcoming to this town.”
“I have been enjoying getting to know everyone.” I smile.
“It might be in your best interest to stop the parties for now.” He looks towards the girl, who has her arms folded, scowling in my direction. “You know until the missing girl is found.”
“Her name is Dove.” She shouts.
“Of course.” I smile. “I hope you find her soon.”
I watch as they all walk down the steps and don’t envy them having to listen to her scream her orders about finding her missing friend.
At this rate, she would be all over the news by morning.
So strange.
Wasn’t she the ghost that nobody knew existed? She was invisible and now everyone would know her name.