“Mmm,is that the best you've got for me, little prey?”
The voice is gravelly and metallic, a blade dragging across stone. My pulse jangles through my veins, thud-thud-thudding like a hammer in my ears, as pure, naked fear and adrenaline explode through my system.
He keeps my hair in his fist, his other hand slipping away from my neck only to slide back in front of my eyes again with the knife back in his grip. Icy cold panic drags down my spine, making me shudder and shake and choke on my scream again as he waves the dangerous, lethal edge mere inches from my face.
“You’re even better than I imagined, little prey,” he growls sinisterly into my ear. “Better than you promised.”
Before I can even focus on what he just said, I gasp when he suddenly rolls his hips against me from behind.
If there was ever any doubt in my mind that I'm seriously fucked-up, it’s eradicated when he grinds against my ass with the knife in my face, and my insides turn to liquid fire.
…He’s hard.
A shiver flickers through my core as my attacker grinds averyhard, thick erection against my ass, his grip tightening in my hair, bringing a pathetic little whimper to my lips.
“I can’t wait to feel this cuntbreakfor my fucking cock,” he snarls quietly, rolling his muscled hips against my ass and letting me feel the full weight of his erection. “You’ve made me wait so long, little prey. I can’t wait to hear youscreamfor me.”
I gasp sharply as he pushes my face down into the duvet beneath me, his grip still on my hair. I feel a hot, raking sensation over the delicate skin at the nape of my neck, and I realize in horror that it’s histeeth.
“Remember, nothing will stop me. No pleading, no begging,” he snarls against my skin in that same rasping baritone, like a voice from beyond the grave. “Nothing except your safe word.Thunderis the only thing that’ll stop this.”
Suddenly he’s lifting his weight off me. Then I cry out as he yanks my hair hard and flips me onto my back beneath him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Whatever naked fear and pure terror I thought I was feeling before becomes even more all-consuming and terrifying when I look up into his face for the first time.
It’s not a real face leering down at me. I’m pinned to the bed, a knife to my throat and a man dressed in all black straddling my hips, and he's looking down on me through the twisted smile of aScreammask.
For a second, the whole world just freezes as I stare up into my horrifying, all too real nightmare-slash-fantasy come to life.
Galina knows that I’m hooked on the same MaskTok videos that she giggles about, and that I’ve read some of the spicy books she’s recommended.
She doesn’t know thehalf of it.
She doesn’t know about the secondary TikTok account I have that I keep secret from my friends—the one I use to leave thirsty, slutty comments on some of the more sinful videos that come across my FYP.
She doesn’t know that it’s not just a few books that I’ve read.
There are easily ahundredof them since she introduced me to the genre, all featuring men with masks, knives, tattoos and a definition of consent that is iffy at best.
They've been invading my dreams and fantasies over the past year. And right now, I’m staring up at aliteralfantasy I’ve played out in my head in the dead of night as I gasp into the pillows, using my fingers on myself.
It’s not just the mask, or the knife, or the swirls of tattoo ink snaking out from under the pushed-up sleeves of his black hoodie and over his muscled forearms. It’s notjustbeing chased and grabbed.
It’s the whole fucking thing.
I have had almost thisexactfantasy before, dozens of times.
I get separated from a group at a social function.
I’m hunted down and grabbed.
Then I’m forced to look my masked nightmare in the face as he takes what he wants, heedless of words like “no” or “stop”.
Those messed-up fantasies are a fun little secret, a deliciously wicked treat, when you’re alone in your bed at night.
Played out in real time, withrealstrong hands pinning you down and arealknife being held to your throat whilevery, very realfear burns in your veins like acid… It’s a whole other thing.
