“Fuck you!” I screamed, the weight of betrayal igniting my resolve further.
I tightened my grip around his collar, my nails digging into the fabric, wishing I could pierce the skin beneath. I gritted my teeth, insanity dancing on the edges of my mind like a firefly in the night. I was more than just a product of my ancestry.
“You don’t know me," I spit, feeling my temper rising to a boil but I could tell from the look in his eyes he was enjoying it—it was turning him on.
And yet, he did. He knew all too well how untamed I could be when the cage was rattled. And perhaps, in this moment, just maybe, I was beginning to embrace it. In one swift motion, I released him, the thrill coursing through me as I stood up, eyes blazing with conviction. The rain fell heavier now, soaking my clothes and blurring the boundaries of my true self. I wouldn’t let fear rule my life any longer.
“Fucking run,” he said, that wicked smile returning as he sat up, shaking off the encounter like a cat from rain. “Run, little monster. But know this: I'm going to catch you, and when I do, it will be your undoing while you're coming all over my cock.”
He was serious, and my crazy ass was more than willing to play his game. Did i want to be fucked in the middle of the rain in the woods by a man in a mask? Of fucking course. It remindedme of my nights in the cemetery with Blade and the others, the games they used to play that were more traumatic than anything. This felt different. It felt fun but serious, not terrifying. And truthfully, I wanted to see what he was all about.
So I took one last look at him, and I fucking ran. I knew he was close behind me, but I didn't look back. I burst through the branches, a desperate flurry of limbs and damp earth, the rain brisk against my skin. Every sense sharpened as I navigated through the darkness, heart racing with a mixture of fear and reckless exhilaration. If I had hoped to escape, the anticipation of being caught buzzed in my veins like electricity, urging me on. I hadn’t fully grasped my own power until now—they thought I was weakened by fear and grief, but they had no idea what I was capable of when the hunter became the hunted.
Behind me, I could hear him closing in, the distinct sound of his footsteps echoing through the woods like a pulsating heartbeat. It reminded me of the terrifying games I used to play with the guys, with consequences I barely understood. But this was different—this was a game of survival, my identity on the line, my future uncertain, and within that uncertainty, I found freedom.
With every ounce of strength I had left, I pushed forward, running faster, the adrenaline coursing through me intoxicating as I embraced the chaos swirling through my mind. The forest engulfed me, branches whirling past like skeletal fingers eager to pull me back into the shadows. Each breath I took felt like a rebellion against the fate I was supposed to accept.
“Let’s see how long you can keep this up,” he called, voice low and teasing, gliding effortlessly through the wet underbrush.
I could almost feel his gaze on my back, igniting that primal thrill within me—the thrill of the chase. But then a sudden panic seized me, and I stumbled over a knotted root, falling hard onto the ground. Mud splattered up my arms and legs, but I didn’twaste a moment. I rolled onto my feet, a wild grin spreading across my face as I prepared to take off again. I could feel it—the exhilaration of danger and adventure swallowing me whole.
I darted toward a cluster of trees like a phantom in the night, desperate to evade his grasp. The shadows seemed darker here, more alive, wrapping around me like an old friend, whispering that I was born for this. But just as I believed I could slip away, I felt a hand wrap around my ankle. I gasped, instinctively kicking out to free myself. But he was too strong as he yanked me back until I tumbled into his arms, a breathless gasp escaping me.
“Gotcha,” he grinned wickedly, that gaze fixed firmly on me, and I could feel his breath through the mask hot against my skin.
The primal energy crackled between us, an electric charge that made my skin tingle with anticipation. A rush of uncertainty slipped through my thoughts—a part of me still wanted to resist, but somehow I was also intrigued. He had lured me into this beautiful chaos, dragging me toward the edge of something far more profound than the strife of my past.
“Let me go!” I shot back defiantly, my heart pounding. “You think you can hold me here? You think I’m scared of you?”
His laughter echoed through the dim night air, a dark melody that coiled around me, pulling me deeper into his game. “Scared? No. But I think you’re beginning to enjoy it.”
I struggled, twisting in his grip, but just like that darkest part of me that I had freed, I could feel the primal urge to yield. “What do you want from me?” I demanded, my voice breaking with a mixture of frustration and unexpected vulnerability.
He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a knowing fire. “I want to show you how much power you truly have, sinner. You’ve been running, but what if you didn’t have to?”
A rush of heat flooded my chest, igniting a fierce anger that melted into anticipation. I didn’t want to think about what Gerald had done to me, or the twisted paths my life had taken.But in this moment with this man, I felt raw and unapologetic. “And what if I do?”
“Then we will unleash something beautiful together,” he murmured, his grip still firm but not suffocating, an invitation to surrender to the depths of my dark desires.
I could feel the tension stretching between us, tempered by the rain and fueled by something so primal it took my breath away. “Take me then,” I challenged, and for a second, all the weight of my past simply floated away.
With a single movement, he flipped me around, his hands gripping my arms as he pressed my back against a tree trunk. The rain poured down in torrents, soaking us both, but I felt almost weightless in the embrace of the chaos.
“You ready to see what lies within, sinner?” he breathed, his voice low, dripping with an intense thrill.
“More than you know,” I blurted, desperate and exhilarated, as the forest around us faded into a liquid dream filled with shadows and anticipation.
There was an electrifying promise in that moment, a sense that everything I had faced would now be my weapon. I was stepping into the unknown, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. In the heart of the storm, I kissed him with a ferocity I hadn’t known I possessed, capturing every ounce of despair and rebellion within me. The night ignited, and for once, it felt like I could set fire to everything that had ever held me captive, embraced by the chaos that awaited me.
Together, we began to fall into the moment—the predator and the prey—fuelled by darkness, twisting through shadows, caught in a deadly waltz on the edge of madness and desire, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead. The memories of the past would no longer shackle me; they were now the embers that would spark the fire of my liberation.
14
The chase
Michael
Under the rain and the trees, I greedily groped at Scarlett, tracing her curves like a blind man reading brail. My mask stayed on just pushed up as I kissed her, sucking her tongue into my mouth, hearing a little wince from the pain. It fueled the fire burning inside me already, and I knew I needed to have her.
