My black army boots crunch beneath the leaves as I make my way to the back of the estate, disappearing through the trees.
Walking briskly through the trees, I look around and listen for any life in the unknown depths of the woods, but all I hear is silence.
Picking up the wrought iron chains that I intend to bindher with, I wrap them around my waist and continue walking deeper into the woods.
The crunching of leaves beneath my boots would alert her that she wasn’t alone, but still I hear nothing.
Picking up the pace, I walk deeper, with nothing but trees and mud paving the way for me to hunt my prey.
I hear a twig snapping ahead.
At last.
Heavy breathing curls around the wild oak tree just before me.
I watch her crawl on the ground. Her feet are muddy and black, she seems to have discarded her shoes.
Looking around the tree, she looks for evidence that she’s been caught, but I’ve already slid back into the darkness. I’m just behind her. I can hear her shallow breaths.
Does it excite you, little bird?
The fear of being caught.
She stands tall and leans against the tree with her hand on her heart, waiting for her breathing to slow. She smiles, probably thinking she has a victory in escaping me, but I’m right here, little bird.
Whipping the chains around her waist, I bind her to the tree. Her body stiffens and her breathing becomes erratic. Walking around to face her, her pretty face pales as she stares at me.
“Okay, very funny, you caught me. Now let me go.” She demands in a shaky voice.
Gripping her wrists, she tries to pull away from me, increasing the excitement even more in my body. “I said let me go.” ignoring her pathetic pleas, I forcefully press her arms above her head and chain them to the tree. “This isn’t funny?—.”
“Its not supposed to befunny.”
“Let me go.”
“You wanted to play, little bird, and the game isn’t over yet.”
I watch as she tries to struggle out of the chains that bind her to the tree, but she barely moves an inch. Gripping her ankles, I spread her legs and bind them with chains so she’s completely immobile and at my mercy.
“You can’t do this?—.”
I slip the knife from my pocket and wave it near her face. Her pleas instantly stop and she is finally quiet. There is no sound, just the sweet sound of silence as I walk closer to her body. “Please, I don’t want to play this game anymore.” She cries. I tilt my head. “Please, I don’t want to die, don’t kill me.” Tears crawl down her face.
“Now, why would you think I would want to kill you?”
“Well, you have me tied to a tree and you have a knife.” She cries.
“I just want to play with you, little bird.”
“Stop calling me that.”
Sliding the knife down her neck, I see the pulse in her neck quicken. She was scared. Perfect. Taking a step back, I take her in a pretty little red dress that clings to her curves perfectly. The thin material was perfect for what I had planned for tonight.
I slide the knife down her body, slowly cutting the thin material all the way down to her thighs until it opens and her breasts heave in time with her erratic breathing. Her nipples peak, and I lick my lips beneath the mask.
Slicing the strings on her underwear that only a small triangle covers her pussy, that flimsy little garment falls to the ground and lay at her feet, pulling the dress that lodged between her back and the tree. I throw that to the ground.
“Okay, you’ve had your fun now. Let me go.”
