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Chapter Twelve
Wes
By the time I make it out to the woods, Athelia has been tied up for hours. I keep my mask on minus the voice changer. There’s no need for that now.
When I get to the tree we picked out earlier this week, I stay in the shadows of the forest. Most of the leaves have fallen, giving way to the moonlight filtering in through the barren branches. It lights up Athelia’s skin, showcasing the dried cum on her chest and her smeared makeup.
She doesn’t seem to be crying anymore, which is disappointing, but I can fix that easily. Either way, she’s fucking gorgeous. We’ve made a mess of her—finally started claiming her as ours—and I love how it looks on her.
After a few minutes of watching her, I grow impatient. She’s shivering, and she keeps glancing down at the ropes like they’ll fall away if she looks at them right.
I move in slowly, like a predator sneaking up on its prey. Except mine stands no chance of survival.
A twig snaps under my boot, and Athelia gasps. I can just make out her lifting her head in the darkness.
“Hello?” she calls. “If there’s someone out there, please help me. I’m tied to a tree, and I can’t get the ropes undone, and I’m so cold.”
“No one’s coming to help you, Harper.”
Athelia’s face falls. “No,” she groans. “No, just go away.”
“You don’t want me to cut you down?”
Silence.
I step closer.
“You mean that?” she asks timidly.
“It’s why I came out here.”
I don’t think she trusts that—smart—but she doesn’t tell me to leave again.
Unzipping my backpack, I pull out a bottle of water. “You thirsty?”
“Yeah.”
“Here.” I take off the cap and hold it to her lips, but she doesn’t open them. “Come on, don’t be stupid. Drink.”
She swallows, narrowing her eyes at me, but then she opens her mouth. I pour the water slowly, letting her gulp it down without any spillage. Once she’s drank half, I pull it away.
“No,” she moans. “More.”
So naive.
I give her the rest of the water, smirking behind my mask. Here she is, yet again, sealing her own miserable fate. Stupid girl.
Athelia tries to take the last bit of water too fast and ends up sputtering and coughing everywhere. After she’s caught her breath, I pull a bandana from my back pocket and wipe at hermouth gently, cleaning up the excess liquid. Her hair is a mess, thanks to all we’ve done to her, so I push it back behind her ears.
“Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?” Athelia asks.
“Who said I am?”
She doesn’t seem to know what to do with that, so she frowns. I brush my fingers over the ropes. Kellan tied them tight, although it doesn’t look like Athelia is having any blood flow problems.
“Is there—is there a spider on the ropes?”
