Chapter 5
Kitlyn
Is this fucking lunatic for real? He wants me to choose between either being kidnapped or allowing him to use and abuse me in my home while he takes me against my will anyway and does whatever he wants to me. That doesn't seem to be a very fair deal.
He had already mapped out the plan to have birth control implanted in my arm, so he must have been thinking about this for a while. I can't picture myself being on call twenty-four hours a day for his sick, perverted sex games.
His wanting to track me like a dog makes me angry. I know he knows I am looking at him like he’s a psycho, which he is! Think Kit, think!!
I have to find a way out of this mess, but how? There is no way in hell I could take him in a fight, plus he has my gun tucked into his jeans. How did I even get here?
Shit like this only happens in dark romance novels and on Netflix. Not in real life! He's smirking while stripping me with his eyes. What an arrogant pig! I want to smack the grin right off his face, but I'm not that brave.
He smiled, rubbing his chin.
“I am waiting, Kitten. What is it going to be?”
I sigh, shrugging. "Either way, I am fucked."
He laughs at me with an evil gleam in his eyes.
“Yes, my pet, either way, you are going to get fucked good and hard; you can count on that.”
I sneered in his face, holding my tongue, not wanting to set him off. God only knows what he is capable of.
I glared at him angrily.
“If I stay here at home, can you at least tell me what to expect? I think you owe me that much."
He grabbed my hand, squeezing gently.
I didn't pull away for fear of retaliation.
"Sure, pet. Let me explain the rules of the game.”
Is this a game to him? God, why can't I get up enough guts to haul off and punch him in the mouth?
Oh, I know why, because I don’t want to die tonight. I must be very gracious to this psychopath. He could kill me instantly, and I'm not ready to knock on heaven's door anytime soon, so I will behave for now.
I need to figure out what makes him tick. I got an A in human behavior while taking a few psych classes, so I will see how much I learned.
He’s staring at me with those piercing grey eyes, making me shift nervously in my seat.
“You see, pet, you are what I want."
I hate to break the news to ya. I’m not your pet loser!
His stare bore into me, making me feel jittery.
"I don’t know why I feel the way I do, but my need for you is overwhelming, so I gave in to my obsession and stopped analyzing its absurdity. I’ve known most of my life that I am not normal by society's standards."
No shit asshole.
"I came to grips with that a long time ago. I have always taken what I wanted, and it makes no difference to me whether it is an object or a person. I decided I wanted you, and that sealed your fate."
I looked at him as though he had four heads.
The cheese was sliding off the cracker, that's for sure.
What a lucky girl I am!
He continued spewing shit I didn't want to hear.
"I will not bring you out on dates and hope for a romantic courtship or a life with children and the white picket fence."
Thanks for not blowing smoke up my ass, dickhead!
"You are my obsession, my drug. I want your body to do as I please, and that’s it. I am not a stand-up guy; I won’t lie to you. I am going to fuck every open hole in your body. Just a fair warning of what to expect."
I shudder at his words, my insides feeling queasy.
I feel lightheaded.
"I will reward you well if you are a good girl.
If you piss me off, I will punish you. I could easily take you with me right now, and we could leave for St. Thomas in three months, but I decided to offer you the deal instead.
I want to be upfront and honest with you from the start.
I am a contracted killer with a lot of connections all over the world, so there is no escape for you, no matter what your choice is. "
Why am I not surprised he is a killer?
"I will warn you only once. If you do something stupid, and believe me, I have watched you make some asinine choices with the men you fucked around with, you will be punished accordingly."
The men I've fucked with? I hate to break it to you, but you're no better screwball.
"If you choose to stay here in your surroundings, there will be zero police involved and no confiding in your friends.
This is between you and me. Make sure you understand and obey the rules, or you won't like the consequences.
So tell me, Kitten, where do you prefer I devour you, here or at my place? I'm eagerly waiting for your answer.”
I felt nauseous and dizzy.
Is this really happening to me?
I can’t stop shaking my leg. In a weird way, it keeps me calm when I bounce it.
He's staring at me with those smoldering grey eyes.
I feel uncomfortable as his gaze burns into me.
I'm a nervous wreck. I am no virgin by any means, but what the hell is this guy going to do to me? He’s an assassin who wants to fuck all my holes.
Jesus Christ, that's a subtle way of putting it, psycho.
Who the hell is going to help me? I have no goddamn choice here. Of course, nothing he offered was beneficial to me. I could call the police, but I believe him when he says they can’t do anything to save me.
I'd already experienced their incompetence in finding this loony tune when this all started. I lick my lips continuously. They are extremely dry and chapped. It feels like I have a chunk of cotton in my mouth. My throat is parched and practically stuck together.
I stare at my kidnapper for a few minutes.
I wish I had something to throw at him so I could escape.
But how can I get away from this monster?
He could easily outrun me. He told me I make stupid choices in men.
Is this nut serious? He is insane, but of course, he doesn't know how crazy he is. Most psychopaths don't.
I shake my head, feeling hopeless.
“So if I stay here, what happens? No offense, but I don’t want to be stranded on an island with you. That doesn't sound like a fun time to me. If I had to give in to your demands, I would rather stay home with my cat. I get to sleep here in my house, right?”
He grinned at me, looking pleased with himself.
“Yes, you can sleep here, but I will join you every night. You can continue to work and live a normal life, but you are not allowed to go out dancing with those fucking losers anymore. Clubbing is off-limits; that's final. You cannot date anyone either. I will see to all your needs.”
His tone became angry when he mentioned the club and other men. He continued with his speech.
"I don’t want any males hanging around you. If I see you out flirting, or if you try to take any guys home, you are going to feel my anger come down right across your ass, and I will fatally injure the losers you fuck with. Remember, if any of the men die, it will be your fault."
I can't believe this man is implementing these rules on me. I feel like I am in a Twilight Zone episode.
"And as agreed, if you still hate me or despise me within a month, I will leave your life for good, and you will have your freedom back, but while you are with me, the tracker goes in your arm. I must know where you are at all times. There will be no exceptions to that."
Stick the tracker up your ass, you lunatic!
I clenched my hands in my lap while listening to his diabolical plans. I don't feel very good right now. His gaze penetrated me as if he could see right through to my soul.
"If I am out of the country on an assignment, I expect you to accompany me on the trip. My ownership of you doesn't stop when I leave the states. There's no reason you couldn't travel with me. I will pay someone to care for your cat while we are abroad. You work from home anyway."
This creep did his homework!
I swallow the huge knot in my throat. My hearts galloping in my chest. God, this is crazy.
I don’t want to make either choice. My legs are shaking, and my head feels woozy.
My anxiety is kicking in, twisting my stomach into knots.
I have tunnel vision, and everything looks blurry.
The room starts to spin and spiral; then, I feel myself slumping over on the couch. Everything goes black.
Atlas
I tried to break the news to my beautiful captive as gently as possible.
I guess she didn’t like what I had to say.
She was leaning over the couch, her head flopped to the side.
I observed her for a minute before I got up and gently laid her down.
I tapped her lightly on each cheek, bringing her to.
She looked at me in a daze, her eyes unfocused.
“W-what happened?”
I smile at her, hoping to keep her relaxed.
“You just passed out, that is all. You will be fine. Do you need something to drink?”
She nods her head.
“Yes, please. My mouth feels like the Sahara Desert. I feel like I can't swallow. The kitchen is right around the corner. There is some ginger ale in the fridge. Would you mind grabbing me a bottle? I feel dizzy and too weak to get up.”
I looked at her, grinning.
"I know where the kitchen is.”
Of course, he knows the layout of my house. How silly of me to think otherwise!
“I take it you are going to be a good girl and stay put while I grab your soda, right?”
She sighed heavily, shaking her head.
“Are you serious right now? I feel like I am dying; I can hardly stand, and you think I am going to run?
Where the hell would I go, anyway? You are armed, unlike me.
I am not going anywhere. I will be right here when you get back.
The kitchen is only one room away. I doubt I will have time to leave before you tackle me. "
I smirked at her. I am ninety-nine percent sure she will try to get away from me. I don’t trust her at all, but I will give her the benefit of the doubt.
If she wants to run, she can. I will hunt her down, and she won’t have a choice but to come with me. On second thought, I hope she runs; then, she will go home with me tonight. I am eager to turn her into my obedient little fuck doll, anyway. My cock is looking forward to it.
“You stay put like a good girl while I grab your drink, but I warn you, if you try anything stupid, I will take you over my knee and tan that little ass of yours. Do you understand me?”
Kitlyn
God, this man truly is coo-coo for cocoa puffs.
My mouth gaped open, and I nodded, knowing very well I wasn't going to stick around to be used as a sex slave. Of course, I want to get the hell away from this deranged whack job. I will not sit here and allow him to take me. I am a fighter and always have been.
I can get out the door in one minute. It will take him at least two to three minutes to get to the kitchen and grab my soda. I can get off this couch in one second, be out the door in another second, and head towards the woods.
The only thing that may slow me down is having to run in my slippers. They fit perfectly, but there isn't much cushion at the bottom of them. It will make it more difficult to escape, and I don’t have the opportunity to try to put my sneakers on. I’d never get out the door in time.
Fuck it, I’ll take my chances.
I know the odds are stacked against me, but I'd be sealing my fate if I did nothing. If he kills me, so be it. I don’t want to live my life as a slave to some weird psychopath, anyway.
He smiled, then went to grab a soda from the fridge.
I can’t believe he left me alone, the dumb fuck.
As he rounded the corner, I sprang up quickly and headed to the door. Thank God it wasn’t locked. I yanked it open with full force and bolted towards the woods. My escape was a little sloppy, but I wasn't auditioning for the Olympics here. I was trying to get away from a crazy killer.
Running in my slippers proved to be a challenge. I never looked back to see if he was hot on my tail. I paid no mind to the branches, rocks, and mud underneath me. I didn't give a shit that the objects stabbed at the bottom of my feet, making my ankle twist and turn multiple times.
I stumbled twice, but steadied myself and kept running. Thank Jesus, it’s summer, and it is warm outside. I would never have gotten off the porch if it had been winter and there had been snow on the ground.
My heart is pounding in my chest, and my lungs are burning. It’s good that I am in decent shape; otherwise, he would have caught me by now.
I am not concerned about what will happen after I evade capture…if I get away. My only concern is getting away from the creep. A shiver runs down my spine when I think of what he will do if he catches me.
Even in the dark, I know these woods very well. I don’t think he does, so that gives me an advantage. I pray there aren’t any coyotes or hungry bears roaming around.
Usually, black bears won’t bother humans unless a mother is protecting her cubs. This makes me think of the TikTok trend. Would you rather be alone with a man or a bear in the woods? I would choose the bear! All.Day.Long.
My body weaves in and out between the trees as my feet pound against the hard ground.
I can feel the rocks and sticks poking through the tiny holes beginning to form on the bottom of my slippers.
I don’t care about the pain shooting up my legs and across the soles of my feet.
My only focus is getting away from my crazy stalker.