“Oh, yeah? Then whose fantasy is it?”
I turn my back to them, facing the path that Olivia has since vanished from, lowering my voice as if projecting the threat in my tone to her. “It’shers.”
“How would you know that?” Evrin joins the conversation, and normally he has half the mind not to ask stupid fucking questions that are none of his business, but I guess this weekend we’re all prone to do something that can get us into a little trouble.
“I just know,” I respond, not wanting to divulge the source of my knowledge. That remains a secret between me and Olivia. A secret that she doesn’t even know I’m aware of and one of many of hers that I am keeping.
Sage chuckles again before Ev crowds him one more.
“And what about you, little one?” Evrin swipes his finger across Sage’s chin.
“What about me?”
“You think you’d like getting chased through the forest?”
“I don’t know, let’s find out.” Sage places the mask back over his head—the one I reluctantly let him borrow just for the weekend—before taking off behind the trees. Evrin tilts his head as he watches him disappear and after a silent count in his head, he chases after him into the darkness.
I walk further along the edge of the path, closer to where Olivia disappeared. The warmth of her body against mine still lingers on me—my dick twitches recalling just how afraid she was. Though, she pretended like she had nothing to fear. I guess being afraid ofsomething and having a fear are two different things though.
I want her tofearme.
I don’t wait to see if Ev and Sage will make their way back, instead I keep walking the path that Olivia took, needing to have eyes on her once more.
I’ve been watching Olivia for quite some time now—watching the whole town in fact—and I’ve waited even longer for this moment. Butfuck, this girl is dangerous. I never anticipated just how fucking soft I’d be for her sweet gasps and her pretty fucking skin. Though, she’s not the precious little flower I once knew all those years ago. Granted, she is still just as fucking addicting as she’s always been. Maybe even more so.
I saw her when she grabbed Borden by the neck. Fuck, it hardened me; turned me on so bad that I almost came in my pants like a fucking teenage boy. But I stayed and watched, lurking behind the trees. She can take care of herself I see and it makes me very fucking proud. But the only one she truly has to worry about protecting herself from is me. Whatever demons she hides from, whatever dark secrets she keeps locked up, I am worse. And she’s going to succumb to my darkness just to unleash her own.
As I approach the clearing where everyone seems to be gathering for the movie, I make sure to stay out of sight, looking around to find anything suspicious. But so far, other than the one person I already plan to visit later, everyone seems to be acting normal.
I walk around the edges of the now crowded clearing. Everyone starts to find seats on the ground and on logs, laying out blankets and handing out popcornto their friends. And as I look around, finding that everyone is completely oblivious that there is a killer amongst them, I seeher.
I can tell she’s not really digging the crowd. She never really was one to want to be caught up in large groups, always wandering from the path to go revel in her own world. And though I can tell that some things have stayed the same with her over the years, my little flower seems to have found new ways to grow into herself.
Her new hair color, for one, is my favorite. It was dark brown back then and I know that she dyed it pink shortly after the deaths had happened. Part of me wants to ask her why, to shatter her walls and find out what darkness she’s hiding behind such a vibrant change, but the other part of me only wants to know how it looks wrapped around my fucking hand.
She also never used to wear makeup back then and I don’t know what I find more attractive, her thick lips when they were bare and plush or the dark wine coloring she’s painted them tonight. Either way I’ve missed her fucking mouth. I almost lost my control back there and pressed my lips to hers, needing to feel them more than I could take. But I was able to maintain my composure. Thank god the mask was in the way.
And her body. Goddamn, she has a beautiful fucking body. I am going to prove just how much of a mad man I’ve become by breaking the bones of anyone who dares to touch her. Her soft fucking thighs and her heavy breasts. And when she dug her fingers into my thigh, pressing her rings into my skin, I almost fucking exploded. She felt irrefutably likemine.
I’ll admit, knowing that she kept those rings did something to me that I refuse to let fester. It was a stupid, pointless gesture back then—having them custom made and gifting them to her shortly after I saw some slime ball attempt to grope her ass. I paid him a visit that night, of course, and made sure he couldn’t fucking breathe out of nose anymore. But I needed to make sure she had something with her at all times to protect herself. So I gave her the barbed wire rings. They’re little but they’re mighty, just like her.
Though, her trying to get a rise out of me with them might have made my dick weep just a little bit, it only angered me more. Reminding me of just how fucking foolish I was for allowing myself to fall for her only for her to tear me to pieces. She’s a divine drug wrapped up in sugar and steeped in wicked desire. And fuck, I bet she begs just as pretty as she looks.
I watch Olivia closely as she steps over a few logs, the slit in her skirt falling open as she lifts her leg and I have to hold back the territorial thoughts that grow. I follow her with my eyes as she looks around, and she must see what I see, her friend Alli cuddled up next to Banks which is exactly where I want them. I want Liv as free as possible while we’re here, nothing to get in my way. I want her to myself.
I observe her as she turns to find a spot to sit by herself. But before she does, she looks toward the sky to make sure that she’s under the protection of the tarps that are tied between the high points of tree branches to prevent any snow from falling into the space below.
I notice Jensen from the corner of my eye, peering at her even as he’s surrounded by a group of girls.He’s fucking lucky I didn’t slam his fucking head in for doing what he did to Olivia earlier. I wanted to intervene but instead, I watched her handle herself, knowing that my time with him will come.
I get angry even thinking about him touching her. How she just fucking let him. Witnessing her breaking up with him a few weeks ago felt like fucking Christmas but it angered me that it came so late. I don’t get jealous. I’m territorial. And I wasthisfucking close to wreaking havoc on him just to prove a point. She was never his to begin with. How could she have been when she was already claimed?
I step around one tree and dip down behind another, working my way closer to where she sits. It’s still too loud for any of my movements to be heard. But I know that I have to be patient, and when the time is right, I’ll make my move.
My mask still sits on my head, lights turned off so that I don’t pull attention my way, wanting to stick to the shadows. Not that I truly care if anyone sees me, but I don’t want them to know thatIsee them.
So I crouch down; watching. Just like I have been for months, hell, even years; waiting for this moment. This weekend, I will enact a little chaos, inflicting pain on those who have no idea what it truly means to suffer. I will clear the guilt from others, and I will obliterate those responsible for what was done to my little sister.
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