What would Dad think if he saw me now?
Mouth dry again, I turn the dial, rolling through the few channels the radio is able to pick up. Honestly, I’m surprised the thing works at all. And the battery find was a miracle. Who knows how old the radio is or how long the batteries have been sitting on the shelf, unused.
I know it’s only a matter of time before they die and I’m left with nothing but the discomforting silence, but I fiddle with it anyway. A few seconds of peace are worth the dullness I’ll endure later.
I think of the Paramorning podcast and how hilarious this story would be to tell in an interview. How bizarre and unheard of circumstances like these are. I’m sure no one would believe it, even with all my proof.
You were chased and captured by the Grim?the host would ask.
My imaginary answer makes me snort a laugh.Yes, and then he ate me out and fucked me in the underbrush of a different world. How crazy is that?
You didn’t want to fight back?
Apparently not,I’d say.I really enjoyed it. The fucking, anyway. The rest was terrifying.
How did you escape?The interviewer would stare at me incredulously with awe and envy glowing in her eyes.
Crazy indeed, and the thought of it has my core melting with heat once again. Gods, his tongue. Long and soft and scraping my insides in exactly the right way to coax the most intense orgasm of my life.
I shouldn’t have let him do those things.
Because I hadn’t fought back, not really. Not when it came to him ripping off my pants and devouring me.
Something about getting chased, fearful for my life, and being pinned to the ground as the monster had his way with me did something, unlocked a wanton piece inside of me.
A kink? I can’t be sure, but it was definitelysomething.
I’m a monster fucker.
I let him do things to me I wouldn’t even let a man do after a few dates.
Hysterical laughter bubbles up, pinpricks of awareness skittering across my chest. A monster fucker, and I’d do it again for the sheer pleasure of it. Something about the situation, the wholeI should not be doing thisaspect, got me wetter than any partner in the past.
Maybe if I’m lucky, and brave enough, I’ll get another chance to find out. But I’m not counting on it. It’s better if I put it out of my mind entirely and focus on getting out.
I roll over to a new station and the static cuts off, suddenly giving way to a male voice, and I freeze, quickly turning the dial back. It takes a few tries, but I finally line the little red stick up just right where it settles on a stable station, and I listen as the man talks.
His voice is a little distorted, occasionally breaking with a glitch of static, but from what I can make out, it sounds like he’s talking on the phone.
My heart pitches toward the floor.
“Yeah, I’m up here near the edge of the forest looking for anything that might have been left behind,” the voice says. “So far, all I’ve found was her camera. There are a few tracks in the dirt, but I can’t follow the trail. They look like they were made by her. There must have been a chase, and a scramble.”
I gasp and instantly clap my hands over my mouth in shock.
There’s no way. This has to be some kind of insane coincidence. Chance? A miracle? There’s no way this person is talking about my camera that I left behind for Tyler to find.
I hold my breath, hoping with every fiber of my being that he keeps talking. There’s a beat of silence, and then more muffled words.
“It’s been three days,” Tyler says to no one. “If we haven’t found her by now, it’s probably safe to say we won’t. I just wish she would have listened to me. Then none of this would have happened and she’d still be safe.”
I squeak, heart fluttering maddeningly against my ribs.
It doesn’t sound very much like Tyler through the muffled static, but something in my gut tells me that I’m definitely hearing him from the other side of the portal. Whatever veil exists between this world and ours seems to be thin here, or the frequency is able to break through just enough that I’m able to hear him.
Things like this aren’t entirely unheard of in the paranormal world, but I’m so relieved to hear his voice that I scream.
“Tyler!”
