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I take a step towards the light, and the rustling of leaves around me grows louder. My mind is spinning with possibilities. Is it one of the other guys? Or someone else who’s stumbled upon us?
“Wint?” I call out, unsure of what to do.
But there’s no answer. The only sound is the rustling of leaves around me.
I take a deep breath and decide to keep running, but away from the mysterious light. Maybe it’s Wint and he’s trying to use my own curiosity to trap me. Joke’s on him; I’m not falling for it.
Turning my back on the eerie blue light, I stumble into the darkness, the forest much thicker here and the ground more uneven. I’m trying to run as fast as I can, but the terrain is slowing me down. My heart is racing, and I’m scared, both of being caught and of the unknown. I can feel Wint’s presence behind me, but I can’t hear or see him. I’m completely alone, but under scrutiny, and it’s terrifying.
I contemplate using my safe word.
But do I really want this game to end?
A sudden noise has me spinning around to see a shadowy figure standing in the distance. There’s a flash of light – neon purple this time – and my heart leaps into my throat. I stare at the figure, trying to make out who it is, but they’re too far away, and the darkness is too thick for me to see clearly. Suddenly, the figure starts to move towards me, and my heart begins to race once more. It never manages to return to normal, each new facet of my fear simply ratcheting it up a notch until I feel like I could pass out. My pulse pounds in my ears as I try to run, but my legs won’t move. I’m frozen in place, watching as the figure gets closer and closer.
Until it halts.
And I can see the purple is a mask or some sort. A light up neon mask that completely obscures the person’s features. I bite my lip. Is it one of the guys? Wint said they were out here, didn’t he? Why can’t I work out who it is?They’re still too far away. Which means you’re safe. Quit panicking. They can hear you, they can see you and you can use your safeword.
I don’t want to say my safeword. I want to get caught. I want to know that it’s Wint who’s grabbed me so we can move on to the less terrifying part of the night.
I steady myself and watch as the figure emerges from the darkness, the neon purple mask lighting up the area around them. My heart beats erratically in my chest as they approach, slowly and deliberately. I can hear their footsteps crunching on the leaves and twigs beneath their feet.
As they get closer, I can see that they are wearing a black leather jacket and pants, along with heavy boots. Their body language is confident and self-assured, and I can tell that they are experienced in this kind of situation.
When they reach me, they pause and study me for a moment, their masked gaze sweeping over my body. I squirm under theirscrutiny, feeling both exposed and aroused. The masked figure is huge, towering over me and built. It’s Don. It has to be.
“Who are you?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I begin to doubt myself.
The figure remains silent, their masked face giving nothing away. Instead, they reach out and grab my arm, pulling me towards them roughly.
I gasp, feeling a surge of fear and excitement. This is what I wanted…right?
“Keep running,” the masked man growls, releasing me and pushing me away. I stumble but manage to right myself as I take off running. That was definitely Don.
I feel safer knowing he’s out here, watching over me and tracking my movements in the dark. The neon blue must have been one of the others.
As I run further into the forest, my heart pounding in my chest, a sense of exhilaration crashes into me. It’s exciting again. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of the unknown, it’s all too intoxicating to resist. My body heats up as I pick up my pace, the leaves and twigs crunching beneath my feet as I move. I want to remove my jacket but I don’t have time to stop and I don’t want to lose the pin. Where is Wint? Is he close? Am I running towards a trap? I thought he would have caught me by now. It feels like I’ve been out here all night, when in reality it’s probably only been a half hour. Maybe even less. Still…it’s not like I’m fastorstealthy.
He’s toying with me,I realise.Probably getting off on my fear and confusion.
I push myself to my limit, determined not to let him win in that respect. The forest blurs around me as I sprint, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing, but I know I can’t stop. I can’t give up.
WINT
There’s an eerie stillness on this side of the road that contrasts the liveliness of all that happens inside the club behind us. Whilst still technically part of Candy Canes and an additional space that can be booked and used for scenes like this, it’s seldom used at this time of year. The labyrinth over at ’For Me’ is much more popular, particularly in the milder months.
No. People don’t seem to like the combination of the cold, the dark, the forest and all its dangers, quite so much. Take tonight for example: The air is crisp. Biting. It makes me smile. The stars are obscured and the breath of winter casts silent shadows on the trees as more delicate snowflakes begin their descent from the ink-black sky. The dense network of branches overhead refuse to yield, trapping the flakes in a suspended dance, denying the forest floor its chance to wrap up in an icy white blanket.
The night is beautiful, butshe’senchanting.
I focus my attention on her silhouette, a jewel gracefully navigating through the obsidian night. It doesn’t matter that she’s dressed all in black; she still shines. I could find her anywhere. Now I know her secrets, I can protect her properly and make her mine.
The snowfall, hushed and gentle, masks her movements, turning the woods into a silent theatre for our thrilling chase.
Stepping cautiously, I allow her to get far enough ahead to lull her into a false sense of security. It’s more fun that way. When it’s time, I track her through the maze of trees, my senses alert to the subtle signs of her passage. The scent of pine hangs in the cold air, and my breath materialises in misty puffs. The crunch of my shoes on the frozen leaves is a muted percussion, lost in the quietude of the night. I gave her trainers to run, an advantage, but I need no such tools. I fully intend to take my time, stalking her until I’m ready to pounce and claim her.
The darkness embraces me as I advance, myself a shadow weaving through the snowy landscape. The anticipation lingers, mingling with the sharp scent of the night and the reality of the pursuit. In this dance between hunter and prey, I become a figure in the shadows, navigating the winter night with a silent determination.
