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Do I want to be caught?
Or should I run and eke the chase out a little longer?
There’s no denying I feel exhilarated. More alive than I have in ages. I love this.
My phone buzzes on the solid ground, and I reach down to pick it up.
Daddy Hatchet
You can’t run forever, little bunny.
By the timeI stand upright again, he’s upon me.
But instead of attacking, Hatchet stops in front of me, his breath hot on my face. I can smell whiskey on his breath as he tilts his head to the side, his gaze raking over me. I feel exposed and vulnerable under his intense scrutiny, my pulse racing as my mind tries to process what just happened. I know Hatchet would never hurt me, but my brain is still wrapped up in the chase, flight or fight mode pumping my body with adrenaline, and causing confusion.
The weight of his stare presses down on me, making my knees weak.
The heat rises in my cheeks as I look up at him, my eyes meeting his.
Hatchet’s lips curve into a wicked smile, and he steps closer until we’re almost touching.
“You know what I want,” I murmur, as his hand reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. It must have come loose in the undergrowth, but he tucks it behind my ear with care.
I hold my breath as he leans in, his lips hovering just inches from mine. Then centimetres. I blink and it’s millimetres.
It’s like time and space are closing in, leaving only Hatchet and me in the world. His hand finds my waist, pulling me closer as he captures my lips in a fierce kiss. His lips crash against mine, his tongue demanding entry, a collision of desperation and dominance. My initial shock is quickly replaced by a strange, inexplicable, almost primal attraction. I’ve wanted Hatchet since the moment I laid eyes on him, and being made to wait has drawn out something possessive in me.
My body betrays me as my heart races, and for a moment, I’m lost in the intensity of the kiss. The forest seems to hold its breath, the moonlight casting a surreal glow on our entangled figures. It’s a kiss that defies reason, one that blurs the lines between predator and prey.
I melt into him, my body responding to his touch like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever. His tongue explores my mouth, taking what he wants and leaving me breathless in his wake.
I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as his other hand slides down my body, tracing the curve of my hip before moving between my legs. I feel his grin against my lips as he teases me with his fingers through the material of my leggings and my knees almost buckle. I’m helpless, lost in the sensation of his touch.
When he finally breaks the kiss, his eyes are darkened with lust but seem to gleam with a sense of satisfaction, before he releases his hold on me and steps back. He leaves me standing there, breathless and bewildered, unable to make sense of what’s just transpired, as he pulls his phone from his pocket and types away at a furious pace.
A moment later, my own phone buzzes and it thrills me as I open the message.
Daddy Hatchet
You’re mine now, little prey. I knew once I had a taste, I’d never be able to give you up. I’m going to make sure you never forget it. But first, you need to run.
With an almost tauntingsmile still etched on his face, Hatchet nods at me. My heart pounds in my chest, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, as I watch him, uncertain of his next move.
With a predatory glint in his eyes, he takes a deliberate step back, creating a brief gap between us. In that moment, a surge of adrenaline and fear courses through me as I realise he intends to chase me once more.
I’m both terrified and excited by his words, and I take off into the woods without a second thought. The adrenaline pumps through my veins as I hear Hatchet’s footsteps following close behind me. I run as fast as I can, my heart pounding and my body screaming for air. But I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I know what’s waiting for me at the end of this chase, and I want it more than anything.
The sounds of Hatchet’s pursuit come from behind me, his footsteps matching the rhythm of my panicked heartbeats. I race through the moonlight and shadows, the forest floor uneven and treacherous beneath my feet. The thudding of my heart fills my ears as I push myself to the limit, my every instinct screaming at me to escape the man who now pursues me with relentless determination.
The forest becomes a blur as I push myself harder through the dense underbrush, branches and leaves whipping against my skin and tearing at my clothes. I never know if it’s fingers reaching for me, or spectral branches trying to catch me. And I don’t stop to find out. My breaths come in short, desperate gasps as I dodge between trees, each one a potential obstacle in my frantic flight.
As the chase continues, I can’t help but wonder if there’s any way to outwit him, to find a hiding place or a means of escape from this relentless torment.
Suddenly, the sound of Hatchet’s breathing grows louder and I know he’s getting closer. IswearI can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I’m so close now. So close to the edge. To the release. To the prize.
Before I can react, he lunges forward with a lightning-fast movement, grabbing my waist in an iron grip and sending us both crashing to the ground. The forest floor tears at my cheek and the hot metallic scent of my blood immediately floods my senses. Pain shoots through me as his fingers dig into my flesh, and I cry out.
“No!” I yell, struggling against his hold. But it’s futile. He’s stronger, and his grip is unyielding. The forest echoes with my cries, but there’s no one here to hear them, no one to come to my rescue.
