“It’s going to be ok.” I whisper, terrified to my core, but not willing to let this asshole see my fear. He laughs. “It’s not going to be ok.” He says calmly, wiping the blade of a hunting knife over his pants.
“It’s him.” My mother whispers in horror as the man steps a little closer and moonlight splashes over his face. “It’s him.” She screams, pure panic flooding her. I stare up at the man my mother has only mentioned in passing. The man who tried to kill her once upon a time.
His eyes are black, empty pits, monstrous and cold.
My mother has fallen deathly silent, crippled by her own fear. Her body is shaking against mine. I lean into her, trying to comfort her by proximity alone.
“What do you want from us?” I snap aggressively, refusing to let him get to me. Refusing to accept that this is how I die.
“Don’t make him angry.” My mother whimpers as the monster leans even closer, his breath smelling of rotting things left on the side of a highway in scorching summer heat.
“Yes, Misha, don’t make me angry.” He laughs, dry and hollow. The monster every child knows is waiting under their bed.
He reaches for me, his fingers wrapping around my throat, locking down into my skin like shards of glass.
“What do you want from me?” I scream loudly, the sound of my voice startling me awake.
I gasp for air, reaching up to touch my neck where I can still feel the nightmarish fingers of that monster. My room is pitch dark and I’m shivering, lying on top of the blanket in my lingerie, open to the frosty night air.
The dream is still running through my veins when I sit up, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness because I can still sense his presence in the room.
But as I sit up, I scream.
A man in a black mask leaps onto me, shoving me back onto the bed. I bellow for help with every inch of my sound. “Vincent.” I cry out, hoping he will hear me, or one of his security guards. How did this man get in here? This place is a fortress. Is this one of Vincent’s enemies?
Vincent was covered in blood today - does this man have something to do with that? Come to take out his revenge on me?
I kick my legs up trying to buck him off me.
His hand locks over my mouth cutting off my cries for help and I hear the sound of tape ripping before he wraps it over my lips and around the back of my head.
I scream against the tape, but no sound comes out. Tears stream from my eyes. Is this how I die?
He grabs my wrists, and I am no match for his strength. Despite my best efforts I don’t stand a chance and as he straps a cable tie around my arms behind my back - all I can think about is that monster from my dreams.
My fear drives me wild. Making me lash out with vengeance and force as I keep trying to kick his heavy weight off me.
The man chuckles and in an instant, I know who it is.
A flash of recognition moves across my face and relief floods me. But along with that comes defiance. He made me wait all afternoon for this punishment and he caught me by complete surprise now that he’s here.
I’ve underestimated Vincent.
He chuckles again as he pushes my legs apart and the crotchless lingerie gives me no protection at all. But I’m not giving in that easily, even after realizing that this is the game, I still intend to make this as difficult for him as possible.
My pussy throbs with excitement as Vincent pulls my legs wide and I buck my hips up to stop him. He growls, flipping me over onto my stomach and laying me flat on the bed. My face is pushed into the blankets, and I can barely breathe.
He grabs a handful of my hair and lifts my head, growling against my ear.
“Did you get dressed up for me, little slut? All of this lace. You wanted me to come in here and fuck you, didn’t you? Do you want my cock in your ass? Is that why you crashed the car?”
The threat makes my body tense with fear. I’ve seen the size of his cock.I can’t handle that.
I scream against the tape over my mouth and he laughs, shoving my face into the bed again. He pulls my legs apart from behind and spreads my pussy and my ass wide.
Rubbing my face over the blankets, I pull the corner of tape away from my lips.
Another ear-piercing scream escapes my lips, and Vincent reacts by a sharp, painful slap right against my pussy. It causes me to freeze in shock.
