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My Sweet Lamb looked so beautiful running away: blonde hair peeking out from the edges of her pleather veil, muscles coiled tight from exertion, veins pulsing hot with fear.

Not to mention how perfectly that bodysuit clings to her ass.

I gave her a few seconds’ head start as I savored the sight of her fleeing. Maybe she would think that she made it. That she actually stood a chance.

The hope will only make her prettier when I catch her. I want to see shock on her face when she grasps just how twisted I can be.

A growl reverberated from my chest at the thought. And suddenly, Tess’ legs were pumping harder.

Not so subtle, I guess.

But once she had shrunk into a speck on the horizon, my waiting was over. Clenching a fist around Trixie’s handle, I sprinted after my prey.

The mallet was an extension of my body: hefty, but a vital part of the way I moved. With her in hand, I could destroy anything that stood between Tess and I with a single blow. Plus, it got me hot seeing Tess flinch after every smash.

Within seconds, I’d closed most of the distance between us. The details of her outfit came back into focus as I drew closer: those slutty little fishnets, the tight bustier. But fuck sight. I was so desperate for a taste that I could have hunted her on scent alone.

Possessing her was my singular purpose, and I wasn’t going to stop until I caught her. Still, Tess wasn’t going to give up easily. She’d gotten better at hiding, faster at running.

She’d been a fighter from the day we brought her in — long before that, really. But watching those killer instincts flourish in our company only made me more excited.

A cat or a mouse might have been a more fitting costume for Tess. While I had strength, she had agility, and she wasn’t afraid to use it. She bobbed in and out of game booths, hopped over gates, and slid through any crawl space she could find to confuse my route.

But I would tear this whole park down before I let her get away.

With each pump of my arms, I sent Trixie hurtling into game booths and cut outs, blocking off the routes Tess could use to escape me.

She might not realize it, but the path she’d chosen past the bumper cars led to a dead-end. And I was going to make sure that once she was in there, there was no getting out.

Tess was smart though. It only took her minute to realize that I wasn’t chasing as much as I was kettling. She didn’t make it far enough to spot the blockage, but she knew a trap when she saw one, and she wouldn’t make this easy.

Turning to face me, she stood with her arms wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. But my favorite part wasn’t the fear in her eyes: it was the calculation I could see her running in her mind. Could she run past me?

“Only one way to find out, Sweet Lamb.”

Screwing up her lips, Tess charged toward me at a full sprint, drifting toward my right side: my free hand.

Too easy.

She wanted me to commit right, to try to grab her. But then, the move I predicted came swiftly: a feign right before she veered down and left, trying to slip right past Trixie.

Not so fast.

Seeing the move coming, I tossed Trixie aside just in time to throw my own weight left, tackling Tess against the cold cobblestone.

“Fuck!” she hissed, squirming beneath me.

But I wasn’t loosening my grip. Holding her by the elbows, I pivoted my hips to straddle her.

She was a fucking vision on her back. Sweat streaked her face as she thrashed against me. Her veil was askew, revealing messy little blonde knots where her hair had once been smooth. She was terrified. And so fucking hot.

I licked my lips as my mind flooded with visions of the night ahead of us.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you, Sweet Lamb.”

“This is bullshit. You must have cheated.”