6. Anonymous
SIX
She thought I was gone.
Yet I’ve been watching her every day.
She could try to run all she wants and she did. She ran her little heart far away from Texas. Poor thing got spooked. It was too easy finding her. I always have my ways.
I tape up her most recent photos thanks to my little puppets. I still haven’t decided if I want to kill them alongside her, but I’ll know my decision once I get there. One of those in the moment type things. After all, hiding in the shadows takes a lot of patience and I have all the time in the fucking world. For right now, I just need her calm and relaxed, thinking she’s safe.
Now covering the wall with my newest additions, I take in all her beauty. She’s still the same magnificent woman. Yet now I know she has fire inside of her. She isn’t the same fragile woman anymore. Her resistance will make having her in my grasp that much sweeter.
Good.
I love it when she fights.
Walking into my bedroom, I open up my closet and take out what I need, my cock already swelling. I grab the lube that sits on my nightstand and head into the kitchen where I pour some into a bowl. I heat it up for fifteen seconds exactly, then head back to the bedroom where I pour it inside the toy. I strip all my clothes off and stroke my hard length before entering inside the pocket pussy, the warm lube wetting my cock. As I begin to thrust, I look into her eyes, licking her mouth and face.
“Soon you will be mine. You’ll take every fucking inch of me,” I say, panting as I continue thrusting into the cardboard cutout of my sweet girl. It only takes a minute before I start to come undone. She’s always had that effect on me. I grip the sides of the cardboard cut out, imagining me choking her while I get off. Imagining that she’s on the verge of dying from my own bare hands. Fuck, I can’t wait for that day. Exiting the toy, I take a few steps back, admiring her beauty.
A mixture of my cum and lube drips out of the pocket pussy. I take it out and clean everything up before placing the toy back into the hole I carved out of the cardboard, right where her actual pussy would be. I walk back into my office turning on my array of monitors. I pull up the outside camera that gives me a view from her balcony letting me see inside, but nothing comes up.
“What the fuck?” I mumble, trying to get the damn thing to work. With no success, I grab my phone and send Harley a quick text.
Me
Fix the fucking camera.
Even though I could do it myself, I need them thinking I’m still in Texas.
And I’m not about to make myself known without my grand entrance.