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I smirk. “If it gets too much, you can tap out by saying our safe word.”
Her jaw clenches. “Okay, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”
“And if you can’t speak, click your fingers.”
Her brow furrows. “Why wouldn’t I be able to?—”
“No questions, it’ll ruin the fun. Are you ready?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows before nodding. “Yes.”
“Twenty seconds start now.”
She squeals and rushes off into the building. My cock is throbbing and hard as I watch her escape. The desire to chase her claws at my insides, but I’ve got to give her the head start I promised. Counting down in my head, it feels like the longest twenty seconds of my life.
“Twenty,” I mutter, smirking as the adrenaline hikes up a notch. “I hope you’ve found a good hiding spot for your sake!” I call out. “Because the wolf is coming for you, little doe.”
A smirk spreads across my face beneath the mask, “pray for mercy, Madison.” I start forward, knowing I’ll find her easily. And once I do, I’ll finally claim the sweet virgin who has pulled my darkness right back to the surface.
13
MADISON
Iscramble into the darkness of the garage, the smell of oil and metal filling my nostrils. My heart is a wild drum in my chest, its rhythm erratic. I gulp in the air, attempting to still the adrenaline surging through my veins. The trailer, covered with an old tarpaulin, hides in a corner. My only refuge.
I dart toward it, my sneakers screeching against the concrete floor. The tarpaulin grazes my fingertips before I dive underneath. The trailer is dank and claustrophobic, but it’s my only shield. As I huddle down, my hand brushes against something cold and metallic. Whips. Chains. A shiver of dread coils in my gut, replacing the thrill of the game.
They seem so out of place, so dark. I blink, forcing myself to adjust to the low light. More items come into focus. Items meant for pleasure and pain. A priest’s trailer, filled with such incongruity.
My heart hammers against my ribcage. It’s too much, too wrong. And then, I hear it. The low, rhythmic thud of footsteps approaching. Panic seizes me, clawing at my senses. And I run, leaving the sanctuary of my hiding spot and the seeds of Dante’s dark past out a side door.
I hear his laughter trailing after me, a chilling reminder of the wolf hunting his doe. “This isn’t meant to be a chase, but I’ll willingly chase you, baby girl!” he calls.
I swallow hard, realizing my mistake. Excitement and fear twist in my heart.
I hurl myself into the forest. The dry crunching of leaves beneath my feet is my only companion. The thrill of the chase sends chilling goosebumps rippling over my skin. Every snapping twig beneath my sneakers, each whispering rustle in the trees above, ratchets up the tension.
It’s an exhilarating and terrifying symphony of nocturnal sounds. I hear Dante’s footsteps, the ominous crunch of leaves in the darkness echoing my own. His laughter ripples through the forest, a predator enjoying the thrill of the hunt.
“No point running, little doe,” he taunts. “This wolf always catches its prey in the end!”
I ignore his taunts and push on, my breaths coming in frantic gasps. I almost taste freedom when a sudden snap is so close behind me that I know he’s almost got me. Instead of continuing, I dive behind a tree. My breath hitches as I hear Dante approach. He’s too close, and then he moves past me, his silhouette barely discernible in the moonlit night.
“I thought you’d be better at this game, little doe!” he calls out, “But I’m going to catch you so easily.” And then he’s gone, swallowed by the darkness.
My brow furrows as a mix of relief and disappointment mingle. I was sure he’d catch me. I wait, my heartbeat slowly returning to a steady rhythm. Then, I break from my cover, darting into the open. Only to be met by Dante in his ski mask. “Gotcha,” he says.
Before I can react, he grabs my wrists and secures them together with duct tape. “Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be, baby girl,” he murmurs. And I’m hoisted onto his shoulder, my struggles meaningless against his iron hold.
I feel the ominous thrill of the hunt end as we move toward the house, excitement making my heart pitter-patter. This unhinged stalker priest is going to fuck me, and I can’t wait.
Once inside, Dante kicks the front door shut. Without a word, he carries me up the stairs, my body bouncing on his shoulder with every step. He strides into his bedroom and tosses me onto the bed.
I let out a small gasp when he tosses me on the mattress, watching him with wide eyes. Dante hovers above me, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
“Looks like I won, little doe.”
He reaches out and pulls the duct tape from my wrists, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my blouse, his touch searing against my skin. The fabric falls away, pooling around me as I lay exposed. And then he pulls off my skirt and panties, so I’m naked. He binds my wrists to the posts of his four-poster bed with rope. And then he binds my ankles to the other two posts. I’m held stretched open for him and immobilized.
