The clouds begin to part, and a faint glow from the moon begins to bleed across the clearing. The man moves toward me, brimming with darkness and pure malice. He steps into the hazy, pseudo-light, and my throat seizes up as pure, stabbing fear cuts into me.
Jeans. Black boots. A black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, and a mask. Not the one Kratos wears that I know and am addicted to. No, this one is almost pure black, with just two pale, grayish-white circles, one larger than the other, where the eyes should be.
The moonlight washes over his mask, and I choke on my fear.
Not circles. Buttons. The psycho has two mismatched buttons haphazardly sewn onto the all-black mask, leering at me as he stalks toward me.
A last jolt of fear gives me one final burst of energy. I whirl and run. The crunching, crashing sound of his heavy boots on the dry leaves behind me makes me scream. I can hear the metallic breathing rasping through his mask as he gets closer and closer, the sheer violence of him washing over my back like toxic radiation.
Suddenly, pain explodes across my scalp.
I cry out in agony as the monster grabs my hair in a fist and wrenches me around. I tip sideways, falling off balance as I slam into the side of the town car with a bruising thud.
Pain explodes through my hip and my ribs. Instantly, he’s on me, snarling and growling like a beast. I choke on pure adrenaline and fear as he pins me to the car. I scream when I look up into his dark, uncaring, unflinching black mask. My hands flail and claw, smacking and scratching at his face. He snarls viciously and slaps me back, shoving me up against the side of the car.
I’m not going down without a fight.
My knee jerks up, catching him in the balls.
“That was fucking foolish,” the stranger snarls demonically.
I cry out as he roughly grabs my breasts, ripping my club dress down before brutally pinching a nipple and twisting, hard. I wince, sobbing out a choked cry before he lets go only to slap my bare nipple, sending a zap of pain and, horrifically, something electric through my core.
I flail at him, but his hand suddenly juts out, wrapping tight around my throat. He tweaks and slaps my other nipple, wrenching a sob from my lips.
Suddenly, my mind goes blank for half a second, and my thoughts go somewhere else.
To another chase, with another monster.
Say the word, babygirl, and this all ends.
“ORANGE”! I scream the word DarkHeart1 gave me before for a safe word, hoping to God this man is just too fucking nuts or too wrapped up in his own fantasy to realize that I do not want to do this.
But nothing happens.
“ORANGE!” I scream again as best I can with the hand around my throat. “ORANGE! ORANGE! ORA—”
The monster laughs roughly through the mask.
“How fucking adorable that you think I give a single fuck about your so-called safe word.”
Oh God.
He spins me brutally and roughly shoves me down across the hood of the car. I scream as he pins my cheek to the still-warm metal, his fist in my hair. He grabs the back of my dress with his other hand, and pure fear and revulsion lance into me as he yanks it up, exposing my bare ass.
He slaps it, hard.
“Orange…” I sob. “Orange—”
He slaps my ass again. Then suddenly, he’s cupping my pussy through my panties.
“Whose fucking pussy is this.”
I scream, my chest hitching as the fear pierces my heart.
“I asked you a fucking question, slut,” the voice snarls.
“Orange…”
I whimper as something lands on the hood of the car next to my face. My eyes focus, and I shudder when I realize he’s taken off his mask and flung it there.
“Whose fucking pussy is this, babygirl.”
The whole universe freezes. Gravity inverts. My entire reality flickers like a glitch in the matrix.
For a long second or two, I can’t move. Talk. Even think. All I can do is try to process it all.
How it’s possible.
The fear was so fucking real—
I cry out when Kratos’ palm smacks my ass hard again and then roughly cups my pussy through my panties. He starts to rub me savagely, the friction making my clit raw as his fist tightens in my hair.
I’m soaking his fingers in a nanosecond.
It’s as if the last hour of panicked fear thinking I was actually about to get raped and killed in the woods all hits me at the same time. But with him here, pulling me out of the nightmare and baptizing me in my fucked-up fantasy, it all gets turned into pure desire.
I don’t just want him. I literally, physically need him right now.
