Why?
I hold my breath, both terrified of and aching for the answer.
But I don’t have to hold it very long.
Achilles
Because tonight, I’m going to hunt you.
Achilles
I’m going to catch you and bring you to your knees.
Achilles
And then, Yelena, I’m going to bury my cock so deep in your pussy your cum and virgin blood will drip from my balls.
I stare at the screen, my mouth hanging open.
I type the word “why” before I realize what a dumb response that is and erase it. He responds instantly anyway, like he knew what I was about to ask.
Achilles
Because you’re mine, little prey. And tonight, you find out exactly what that means.
19
YELENA
I might be insane.
IknowI’m insane.
There’s no other possible reason for me to be standing here alone in the woods at midnight, just three hours after the local police department announced that another suspected murder victim had been found not two miles from here.
It’s the middle of the week, so nobody is partying at The Garrison.
It’s dark.
Silent.
I walk through the huge stone archway that I suppose was part of the front gate and step into the area that usually houses laughing, drinking college students.
But not tonight.
I feel a shiver ripple up my spine as I look up at the night sky through the jagged hole where the ceiling used to be.
The moon is barely a sliver. Clouds obscure all but a few dimmed stars.
An owl or some other night bird cries out in the darkness, and another shiver tingles up my back as I hug my arms around myself, my shoulders caving.
I’m in a simple hoodie, t-shirt, yoga pants and sneakers.
I mean…maybe not the usual outfit choice for an occasion where you know for a fact you’re going to lose your virginity.
But this isn’t a date. No roses. No dinner reservation somewhere exclusive.
No jewelry, held doors, or other sweet gestures.
