Unsurprisingly, she obeys, not even stopping to wonder how I know her name.
She bends so beautifully to my will.
It’s been far too long since I’ve had a proper chase. A chance to indulge in my monstrous instincts. I’ve been too busy running this place to really give into my nature. But tonight, on Halloween, her bright soul calls to me. Begging to be tormented and taken.
I’m going to stuff her cunt so full she’ll be begging for mercy.
But I’m not feeling particularly merciful tonight.
Not in the least.
A rumble of excitement rattles about my chest as I wait, giving her a five second head start before following her into my playground. As soon as the time is up, I take off, darting through the maze of rooms and following the thunderous beat of her heart. Her screams penetrate the air sounding like a sweet symphony of terror.
My nostrils flare with excitement as I track her down, flitting past the scent of decay, I find her easily, sliding up behind her faster than she has time to blink. There isn’t time for her to block my advance as I cage her against the hallway wall. We’re all alone here. Plunged into darkness with only a sliver of light toilluminate. Not that I need the light to make out her features. I thrive in the dark.
“Olivia.” I test the sound of her name again against her ear, chest flush against her supple curves. Her nipples poke hard through her sweatshirt telling me she’s enjoying this— being scared and chased. She’s turned on. I can smell her desire rolling off her in waves.
It’s intoxicating.
I want to drink it down or bathe in it.
“H-how do you know my name?” She asks, skin trembling beneath my fingers.
“I know all kinds of things.” I drag my fingers through her hair, tilting her head so that she has to look directly at me. “I can see those deep dark thoughts you think you’ve buried. The ones where you imagine hitting your dead-beat ex with your car. How you like to rewind it over and over again in your mind, watching his brains splatter across the windshield.” A shiver runs down my spine as I uncover her twisted secrets. “I can see your wildest fantasies, how you long to be taken, and used, and fucked within an inch of your life. Would you like to see how that feels, Olivia? To have all your tight little holes filled?” My hand roams the length of her neck, feeling her pulse thump wildly beneath the pads of my fingertips. Immediately, my fangs lengthen wanting to sink into her skin and suck from the delicious crimson river that runs through her veins.
Her moss green eyes go wide, and she licks her plump lips, fixated on my mouth. I know she’s watching my canines. Her thoughts run wild wondering what they would feel like against her skin.
My little ghoul is braver than she gives herself credit for.
“Found you.” Phantom exclaims, interrupting us.
“Took you long enough.” I reply.
With how busy it is, I’m surprised I had her to myself this long.
Olivia takes in the two of us connecting the dots, her thoughts whirring inside her head a million miles a minute. Almost too fast for me to catch. But I’m able to make out a whisper of a thought that has my cock hardening in my pants.
She wants us.
She might be scared of her mind, but there’s no denying her curiosity and desire.
A rumble of feet pounding against the floor approaches, vibrating the ground beneath our feet.
Time’s up.
“Olivia, darling, open that pretty little throat up for me and scream.”
She doesn’t have a chance to see the hidden panel opening up behind her to swallow her whole. As the door closes her scream echoes off the walls as she falls down into my lair. Trapped like a rat in a cage.
“Where did you send her?” Phantom asks, looking miffed.
“Somewhere she can’t escape.”
Chapter 8
Olivia
My entire body is free falling in pure darkness as a scream rips free from my throat. I don’t know which way is up as I careen down, down, down, until I crumple against something plush that envelops me. Catching my fall ever so gently that it surprises me.
