Chapter 37: chapter 35
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"Run,"
My conscious mind was yelling at me to do as he said. But I couldn't move a muscle. He had never played such a game before.
Something felt off.
"Bang!"
I screamed and fell backward on my bum. While still holding my hands against my ringing ears, I could smell the familiar smell of burn.
He missed huh. Not sure about the next time. Ughh. He was planning to kill me.
I had to run? Run?
I was now bare foot, quivering in this autumn breeze. Last time I attempted I literally was in full armour... Shoes and shit. Now I literally stood in my thin pajamas.
He circled me in a way he'd devour me. "I'll give you…" He stopped for a moment in contemplation before continuing. "An hour head start? If I don't catch you after half an hour, you win," he said.
An hour.
Where would I get in an hour? I had no idea how big the forest was, nor where I even was. I never tempted to step my foot in this enormous backyard. But how would this fair with no shoes on?
He whistled and sang his words. "You better run."
He didn't need to tell me twice.
I raced away, my feet being brutally charred by the rough, embattled earth beneath me. The icy mist from my own respiration engulfed my view as I climbed over the fallen tree trunk that blocked my path, the rough bark scraping mercilessly along my exposed thighs.
"Shit!"
I attempted to remain quiet, but the searing pain that plagued the skin of my inner thighs made it challenging to maintain silence, for every little jostle aggravated the burn to the point that it was a torment to bear.
I wished I had worn underwear before going to bed.
I ran through the bushes that were as tall as me. The branches scratch me as I force my way in. It stung, it really fucking stung, but the pain, I knew would be tenfold if he got a hold of me.... Easily.
He would let me get away with spitting in his face if he had his wish fulfilled.
This time was... The thrill of chase. In worst case scenario, I might end up with a bullet hole again.
He was unpredictable For sure. But not entirely a man with a bad temper. Temper? Bullshit. This fucked up man would literally stare at me sleeping for hours on end and slap me for making him wait when I hesitate to sit on his fucking lap.
For a moment I thought about giving up, letting him take me home and do whatever he wanted to do, it would take less energy that way.
Where the fuck do I hide?
Parts of the forest looked the same, it was a big bowl of trees, hills here, hills there, one big rock, another big rock, a stupid rope swing, a drizzle of water flowing downhill. It all looked the fucking same, what was I going to do?
I found a huge log and got inside as my feet were on fire.
I tried not to make a sound but the freezing breeze wasn't helping me at all.
Even if I had to wait and hide here till the morning, I would.
Losing one of his games was never a good thing.
And Mateo's life was hanging on his hands.
Finally, I was calm, I sat down and curled into a ball in the log, gripping a handful of stones I found.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks again. That look on his face when he told me to run, it was ...the determination... of ending me???
Who was I talking about?
He was a psychopath, he would kill me anytime he wanted, all he needed was an apparent reason.
And I already gave him a reason to kill me by escaping.
I inhaled deeply and wiped my tears furiously.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps from afar.
I froze... Not daring to breathe and I gripped the stone in my hand tighter.
But the footsteps were gone slowly. I gulped down slowly realizing my throat was dry from lack of air.
I slowly peeked outside, the place was dark but enough to see if someone was there. The silence was terrifying.
I decided I had to move forward. I didn't think I was safe in this log anymore. So I made myself ready to get up and run.
I closed my eyes and counted quietly.
'I'll step out and find a new place '
" Five,
Four,...
Three,...
Two,-"
Before I could finish counting a pair of hands gripped my arms yanking me out.
"One," Damien whispered huskily into my ears.
I didn't think twice, screaming at the top of my lungs and swinging the stone to where his head was supposed to be.
His grip loosened with a groan, I sprinted away screamed bloody murder for help. Though I knew, nobody would hear me.
I could feel Damien was behind me as he was running after me too. How the hell did he find me so quickly???!!! I was sure I chose another direction.
I looked behind and saw his furious figure deadly close at my pace.
As almost I could barely step another two or three steps, my clumsy ass slipped, laying my tummy on dirty mud.
I flipped over and looked back at panting Damien...
Great Vivan...., now both you and Mateo are doomed...
He was also panting with his head down. I could see his temple was red with blood trickling from where I struck him earlier. I was heaving just like a fish out of water.
His heavy breaths were terrifying. Oh god. Don't let him torture me again. Just, just make him kill me quickly.
I stared at him as he kept his gaze on the ground with his palms on his knees. I was pretty sure he got an inner battle to calm himself.
Finally, he gazed at me. As soon as his eyes met mine, his furious expression was gone.
With an unknown expression, he kept staring at me. A couple of minutes passed he barely blinked.
Was that drooling? What was he? A feral animal? What the fuck was inherently wrong with this creepy chilling fuck-face?
But soon he slowly approached me...
That's it. I quickly shut my eyes and laid my head on the mud in relief. Finally, I was going to die. I was just tired. Maybe he would bathe me before burying me because I'm in desperate need of a shower...
Instead of unbearable pain or a loud gunshot, I felt his minty breath fanning my cheek.
I slowly opened my eyes meeting with his shiny grey eyes. I tried moving but everything was so heavy. But I didn't give up, I kept squirming. I could feel Damien's hands roaming around my body. Biting, Gripping and groping wherever he could touch.
He was murmuring something against my skin...
And just like that when I let out a particularly loud sob due to overwhelming touch and painful bites, his eyes returned that icy glare.
"If I weren't here, you would have died. Can't have that. I lied. I couldn't wait an hour. You're so pathetic, I had to make sure you didn't die out here. You lose, my doll."
I lost. No! No, I didn't lose, he cheated. I tried up and gripped at the loose dirt to get away, but I didn't get far, his hand was already gripped tight in my hair, pulling back to pin me where he wanted.
"Where are you going? I found you, remember?" He tugged so hard, it sent me crashing to the floor in a heap, he never let go of my hair. It burn so bad that I couldn't calm down.
I tried my hardest to claw at his hands, maybe that could have made him drop me, but his grip was unrelenting.
He pulled you up so I was on my knees, his fingers still wedged in the curls of my hair, my scalped burned like he could scalp me at any moment.
I struggled to open my eyes. Why was he doing this!? What did I ever do!!
When I felt something against my face, I braced for the soul sucking kiss but a strong chemical fragrance hit my nose.
He was holding a cloth against my nostrils. I wasn't able to hold my breath because it was so sudden.
My vision went blurry but it didn't knock me out straight away. I could feel my muscles relaxing... That was when I could feel him running his hand through my hair in soothing manner.
What the hell did he do to me??!!
A couple of minutes later, I
"So beautiful," I heard Damien mumble as the last thing.
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(detailed description from the view of psycho)
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Damien Martin's POV
I freshen up and showered before starting my hunt.
Little did she know, I smirked and tracked down her location as I already put the tracker in her thigh. She was completely oblivious to that.
She was about 0.6 miles away at North.
Hmmm. Smart girl. She changed the route and direction.
I knew that was cheating. But how was I supposed to find her this nightime in the forest? Also, I didn't want her to spend the night in the forest.
I would punish her in another way. The fun could wait.
I grabbed the chloroform bottle tugging it with the cloth. I didn't want her to waste her energies by struggling against me like the stubborn brat she was.
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I checked my tracker, she was right in Infront of me.
I looked around and saw a log.
I smirked and pretended to walk away. But I simply approached the log with light steps because I liked how helpless she was.
As I was near her, I could hear her fainted voice you would miss if you're not used to hearing it.
"Five,
Four,...
Three,...
Two,-"
I didn't let her finish.
I dragged her out and whispered into her ears,
" One,"
She screamed while struggling.
But in a swift motion, a hard thing hit my head. I almost lost my balance as she shoved me back.
She used that opportunity and ran.
'Oh, Vivan, you never learned,' All I see was red. I fucking hated that she still dared to raise her hand at me. The cornered prey always acted the same way that never failed to fuck my mood up. The violence in the face of power imbalance. Stupid and ignorant.
It didn't take me long to catch her.
Instead, she slipped in the mud. I tried to calm myself down by looking down at the ground. I would surely hurt her if I looked at her right now.
I looked at her and my brain stopped working.
Her white gown was covered in mud mixing with her pale white skin, her long hair was partially on the ground and some strands stick her face with her sweat, her pinky plump lips parted slightly, her whole body shaking and she was heaving down, her beautiful slender legs were on show and her bare feet were red. All of her beauty was shining in the moonlight.
I was freaked out. How could a little girl become so gorgeous, right in front of my nose??? She was freaking beautiful!
Soft... Such a refreshing feeling. I could feel the curvature where her gravity of center was. Plump, handful, intoxicating even..I feel like I could mark it up or maybe devour it.
"Beautiful" I murmured the compliment from the bottom of my heart.
A sharp tug and a sound of something akin to desperation of wanting to GeTT the FuCk away from me.
A cry with that glossy eyes looking at me and telling me that I SuRe DoNt DeSeRvE HeR in any shape or form. Looking down on me? Challenging me? Trying to manipulate me?
"If I weren't here, you would have died. Can't have that. I lied. I couldn't wait an hour. You're so pathetic, I had to make sure you didn't die out here. You lose, my doll."
As expected she put up a fight and I was... Disappointed to say the least.
"Where are you going? I found you, remember?"
Hurt, Huh? Stuck up little bitch. Only if I could rid of this fleeting little existence from my life... But I sure as fuck could not think of a reason why I want to keep this little devil around.
I prepared to knock her out with chloroform.
I felt my stomach twisted looking at her beautiful body lying beneath me, still squirming since the drug took a while to work. I couldn't control myself anymore so I took in her beauty.
I touched her everywhere and her muscles were no where tense. As if she's asleep, but she's awake and... She's not ReSiStIng... Partly conscious... No pretentious facade ... Just... This little faint of a beating heart and glossy eyes shining with unshed tears.
"So beautiful," indeed.
Eventually, she stopped squirming and fell asleep with a steady breath.
My satisfaction was gone. I didn't like the fact she wasn't conscious while I was touching her. No response was just like her in a deep sleep. No fun.
I groaned and carried her back.
Well, guessed I had to wait again...
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"Being utterly vulnerable under my presence = embodiment of pure beauty."
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