"Finally figured it out, huh, sweet baby girl? Took you long enough."
At the confirmation of who he is, something comes over me like a block of ice, freezing my limbs, my head spins, and I can't get any oxygen past my constricted throat. How could he do this to me? How could he hurt me in this way?How could he not? You gave him the perfect opportunity. Look at how much danger you've placed yourself in.
"It's alright, sweet baby girl, one day I'll forgive you for wanting a stranger to fuck you like a whore in these woods. However, tonight is not that night, and I need to punish you for all your mistakes." He slams into me once more and comes deep inside of me, gripping me so tight that I flinch even in my frozen state. I can hear his happy, satisfied grunts, even as somethinginside of me dies. My body begins to tremble, all of my limbs shaking, and my teeth rattling.So weak, look at you cowering. Is it a wonder he thinks you're his victim?
He pulls out of my sore pussy, pushing me violently to the ground in front of him, and I curl into a small ball, refusing to look at him. He reaches forward and rips my mask from my face, throwing it over my head into the dense forest. "None of this needed to happen, Cordelie, if you had just forgiven me, and allowed me to make it up to you. You brought this on yourself, baby. I would have given you anything you asked for. I would have willingly given you this fantasy as a good memory, but here we are now."
He presses his lips to my temple gently, his warm breath wisping over my frigid flesh. "No one could ever love you like me, Cordelie. No one can ever make you feel as good as I can, sweet baby girl, and do you know why?" He kisses my eyelid, even as the tears slide down my face and my body recoils from his touch. "Because you were always mine, Cordelie. You were made just for me, and I won't allow you to destroy us, baby."
He lifts off of me, and I hear him shuffling his clothing, and further dread fills me. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as he pulls out cable ties from his back pocket, before discarding his pants, and my mouth goes dry and my body stops its trembling. Get up, stupid! Get up and run, or you'll die here! RUN NOW!
I wait until he looks away and I scramble to my feet, my head spinning as I do. He laughs as he watches me endeavor to run from him, getting unhurriedly to his feet like a monster, and walking slowly behind me like he knows he has all the time in the world, and that no one will stop him. I panic and keep looking back over my shoulder, stumbling over my own feet in the stupid shoes I'm wearing. He's removed the wolf mask now, and pulled off his clothing, until he's naked with only his boots on, his tattooed flesh on display, and his cock still hard and jutting outin front of him, as he strokes it leisurely with one large hand, and grips the white cable ties in the other, taking measured steps toward me. "You can try to run, sweet baby girl, but I'll never let you get far. Even now, I can see how much you still want me, baby. Shall we continue our little game of chase?"
I turn back around, frantically searching for anything I can use against him, any way out of this situation, but I don’t even see a discarded branch or a rock large enough to cause damage. “You’re acting irrationally, sweet baby girl. There’s no escaping me. There’s no world in which you live without me. Not ever, Cordelie. You will draw breath only because I allow it.”
Even in my desperate state, my mind tries to focus, searching for a way out of this mess. I need to get to my cape, remembering that Faye helped me sew the pocket knife into a small hidden section within its depths and my car keys are there too. I might have a chance to at least slow him down if I can get to it and then somehow get to my car and flee this nightmare. I see the outline of my red cape up ahead on the ground where he cut it off of me and hope swells inside of me. I head straight for it, fear overtaking me, and doing its best to convince my panicked brain that I won't get to it before he takes me down again, and even if I do, it won't be enough to stop him from hurting me. His loud unhinged laughter breaks through the night, causing terror to race down my spine. I try to speed up my movements but they’re a struggle, and I’m slowly losing all of my energy.
"Run, Red. This wolf is still hungry, and he can't wait to taste and eat you!"
He's lost his fucking mind. There is no other explanation for what is occurring here, and why he wants to hurt me. These are not the actions of a sane man who's been dumped by his girlfriend. These are the actions of an unhinged psychopath, who is now living in his own fantasy world where he thinks he can force me to stay with him, and forget everything he's done to me.
"HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE!" I scream at the top of my lungs, but I have little faith anyone will hear me. We picked this secluded spot for our rendezvous so we wouldn't stumble into others and be embarrassed, or at least I agreed to it under those pretenses. Noah, however, seems to have always had ulterior motives.
"Baby, no one can hear you. You're wasting your energy and your time. You should stop running, Cordelie. I haven't had my fill of you yet. I still want to fuck your ass."
"Stay away from me! You're a fucking monster!" I stumble to the ground over a large tree root, still a few feet from my cape. My leg burns with the deep gash that opens on my shin, and my ankle instantly protests my attempt to stand back up. Fuck. I stare back over my shoulder at Noah's form rapidly closing in, even though he's not bothering to rush. He looks like he’s foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal, his eyes crazed as they focus on me. Fuck, I’m going to die. He’s going to tear me apart.
Why would he rush? He has you exactly where he wants you, on the floor, broken, weak, and ready to be devoured. You're such a pitiful creature. No one is going to mourn you when you're gone.
No! I refuse to fucking die here in these woods at his hands. I crawl forward on my hands and knees, gritting my teeth against the pain radiating from my body. "Oh, baby, what a beautiful sight it is to see you crawling for me. Don't worry, I've made sure to buy you a proper leash for our new place. You're going to love wearing it. It comes with the prettiest pink collar and ball gag to match, you're going to look stunning when I'm fucking you."
No, fuck, no. I won't allow any of that to be my reality. I would rather slit my own throat. The watch on my wrist glints in the moonlight, and I choke in relief knowing that Faye is tracking my whereabouts. She'll know where I am, and she'll find me. I stop for a mere second and press the side button,hoping that it works and alerts the authorities that I need assistance. The brief moment costs me, as Noah pounces and slams his booted foot down on my lower back, forcing me to the ground. "What you got there, beautiful?" He leans forward and roughly grasps my arm, wrenching it behind my back as I attempt to fight his hold. "You think this is going to save you from me?" He rips the watch off my wrist and throws it into the bushes.
"You're really starting to piss me off, sweet baby girl. If I didn't know you loved me, and wanted to be with me forever, I would think you're trying to leave me again." He yanks hard on my arm, using his thigh as leverage, and I feel it pop out of the socket, as I scream. My head spins with the pain, and vomit rises to the back of my throat. He drops my arm, and it hangs limply at my side with a shooting pain, before tingling radiates down it and I’m unable to move to my shoulder. "Why are you forcing me to hurt you, Cordelie? Don't you know all I want is to love you forever?"
I half crawl, half drag myself forward, cradling my arm against my body, and gritting my teeth, as tears obscure my vision. "No one is going to get here fast enough to save you from me, Cordelie. No one is going to find you where we're going. You'll be all mine. I'm going to breed you over and over. You'll have my babies, and I'll keep all of you in cages, so you can never leave me."
The image that he paints has more bile spewing from my lips, and I dry heave, even when I have nothing left, as he watches and laughs cruelly. I force myself to keep going, closer and closer to my cape, but I know I’m not going to make it. A glint catches my eyes in a beam of moonlight and I realize it’s the blade he dropped when he chased me. It’s closer than the cape, and while Noah doesn’t seem to be in a rush to murder me just yet, his psychotic and unpredictable behavior won’t allow me to bet mylife on it. I veer toward his blade and make it look like I’m trying to dart into a deeper part of the woods to get away from him. "Just stop and beg me for forgiveness, sweet baby girl, and this can all be over with. I'll take you to our new home, and treat you like a princess."
"A princess in chains, Noah?" I gasp. He quickens his strides, reaching me and kicking at me with his heavy boot, which lands on my thigh, forcing me to stumble into the dirt, but I refuse to stay down and give in meekly to him. I will not die in these woods at the hand of a man I once loved.
"It doesn't have to be this way, Cordelie. Don't you see all I've done for you, baby? I killed that disgusting monster from the club. He'll never touch you again, or anyone else." Just a few more feet, keep going, I tell myself over and over as I drag my body forward, my asscheeks raw from scraping across the forest debris. He lands another kick, this one hitting me in the side. He does it again, and I feel something break in my abdomen. My upper body falls down into the dirt, my chin and cheek smacking hard into a broken branch as I gasp with pain, and breathe heavily.
The wave of pain is excruciating, and I'm positive I can taste blood in my mouth. Regardless, I force myself to keep crawling forward, my skin tearing against the hard ground, even as he laughs at my expense. He’s trailing me slowly once more, his cock back in his fist, as he toys with me as if he’s getting depraved satisfaction watching me pitifully trying to get away. He’s a spider and I’m a fly trapped in his web. “Sweet baby girl,” he cackles and taunts me, the sound filled with malevolence and rage, and I'm afraid to look back at him to see his expression. He killed the guy from the club, not just mutilated him. Oh my fucking God.
"I even left Josslyn for good for you, baby. She won't be coming between us ever again." He laughs manically once more."She won't becomingever again, the dirty whore, you can't come if you're not breathing." What is he saying? Did he kill Josslyn too? If it's possible, a new wave of misery and terror swamps over me, at the realization that Noah is a killer. "I'll confess, baby, I had to fuck her one last time before I put her out of her misery. You'll have to forgive me for that trespass. I couldn't help myself from taking one last turn with her cunt."
Just a few more feet, I can almost reach out and grab the discarded blade. Keep him talking. Distract him. You need to stay alive until help arrives. It’s a fervent prayer inside my mind.
If help arrives. You're banking on that little watch saving you? Pathetic. You're going to die here, murdered by a madman who's killed at least two other people.
"Why, Noah?! Why kill them?! Why do any of this?! You and I are over. I don't want to be with you. Why can't you leave me alone?!" I risk looking back at him, watching an evil scowl break across his face. He looks monstrous right now. His hands clench at his sides, and I can see the rage permeating off of him in the tension in his body. He wants to hurt me some more. He’s confident no one will stop him, that’s why he’s taking his time and playing these sick games with me. He’s trying to break not only my body, and spirit, but my mind.
Gone is the man who used to walk me to class, and give me finger kisses. Gone is the man who would stay up late at night, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Gone is the man who once promised me a future that I couldn't wait to reach for, filled with a home, children, and a dog. We were going to have the perfect life once, but he destroyed that with his lies, and now he's trying to annihilate what's left of my sanity, and kidnap me to make me live a future filled with pain in captivity.
I use my body to shield what I’m doing as my fingers finally tighten around his blade, slicing my digits in the process, but I refuse to release my hold on it. I tuck the blade between myinjured arm and my heaving chest, using my thumb to hold onto my damaged arm’s wrist and pressing it firmly against my chilled ribcage, in an attempt to hide it from him. My grip is precarious, my digits slippery with blood, but I pray with everything in me that it will stay put. I groan with pain as I take in a labored breath. My body is begging for rest, even though my mind knows that's a death sentence. My ears listen for the sound of sirens, but the night air is silent other than our heavy breaths.
You're going to die. This will be the end of you.
