ANA:
As I ran, the forest around me grew denser, darker, swallowing what little hope I had left. Where am I? What place is this?
The real terror wasn't just the darkness or the isolation—it was that I couldn't tell if this was a nightmare or reality. But how could a man that terrifying, that relentless, be only a dream?
I stumbled forward, my feet barely finding ground. I had no idea if I was heading in the right direction or just deeper into his twisted trap. Frantically, I searched my pockets. My phone wasn't there. Great.
No lifeline, no escape. Maybe he's taking revenge. Maybe he'll kill me tonight.
The eerie silence shattered as I felt his presence behind me, his pursuit like a predator savoring the hunt. I was his plaything, a mouse darting from a merciless cat. My thoughts were a blur, a frantic pulse racing against the cold, suffocating grip of fear.
When I thought I'd finally shaken him, I paused to catch my breath. That's when I saw it—the distant glow of city lights. Larksville was just down the hill, its lights like stars scattered in the night, beautiful and painfully out of reach.
If I can just get down there...
"Enjoying the view?" A deep voice cut through the silence, freezing me in place. I turned slowly, and there he was, standing casually with his hands in his pockets, as if he owned this very hill. My heart slammed against my ribs; I was caught. But my legs refused to move.
But that wasn't the worst of it. There was something else.
My breath hitched as two glowing yellow eyes pierced through the darkness, locked onto me with an intensity that froze me in place. My legs started to tremble, the fear crawling up my spine like icy fingers.
And then—it growled.
A low, guttural sound that rumbled through the stillness, shaking me to my core. I'll be damned if I say I'm not scared. Hell, I was terrified. My pulse thundered in my ears as I tried to see past the shadows, desperate to make sense of what I was facing.
And that's when I saw her. My heart stopped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I'd lost my mind completely—whether it was shock, fear, or sheer disbelief. It wasn't a mountain lion.
It was a fucking black panther.
His pet.
He strolled closer, his gaze fixed on the lights below. "I, too, enjoy watching this. It feels good to know that I have my eyes on them."
He was close.
Too close.
And then, in one swift motion, his hand was around my throat, cutting off my breath with terrifying ease. He held me at an angle, immobilizing me, savoring his control. Leaning in, he dipped his head just above my jaw, inhaling my scent. "Mmm, I've missed this," he whispered, a dark thrill lacing his words.
With every ounce of strength, I shoved him, catching him off guard, and darted away. But I wasn't fast enough. His hands, powerful as iron, closed around me in an instant, pulling me back. Before I could scream, the panther growled again, a deep, primal sound that made me tremble to my very core.
And then he spoke, his voice dark and commanding. "No, Rii. She's mine to claim."
I froze, my breath hitching as I watched the haunting figure—the panther—slip back into the shadows, its glowing eyes vanishing into the darkness.
Now it was just him and me.
The harder I cried, the more I fought, the more futile it became. His grip was unyielding, a cage of steel around my waist.
"P-Please..." I choked, my voice barely a whisper.
He just chuckled, his grip vanishing as suddenly as it had come, and I collapsed to the ground on my hands. Looking up, I saw him looming over me, impossibly tall, like the devil himself. I tried to turn back, crawl back, to put any distance between us, but he moved faster, catching my legs and pulling me closer.
I clawed at the ground, grasping at grass and dirt, desperate to break free. But my struggle was nothing to him. He cooed, "What did I tell you, sweetheart?" Whispering to my ears, "Now that I've caught you, you're mine."
"L-leave me!" I pleaded, terror twisting my stomach. I knew how disturbing this was going to be, and I had no escape. In one smooth motion, he drew a gun—the same gun I'd used to shoot him. My breath hitched. Is this how I'm going to die?
He looked down at me through his mask, his eyes—those familiar, haunting eyes—gleaming with twisted pride. "Leave you?" He laughed, dark and mocking. "There's no such word in my dictionary, my Estrellita. You're mine and mine alone, and tonight, I'll prove it to you."
Panic and fury crashed through me. I swung at him wildly, anything to get away, but he pinned me down in an instant. His body pressed hard against mine, trapping me beneath him. I felt his weight, his strength, and something else, something poking. How is he always so... hard?
"You know I like it when you fight back, don't you?" he murmured, grinning. "It turns me on. Every. Fucking.Time."
I glared up at him, my anger igniting like fire. Seizing my one chance, I drove my knee into his thigh, making him yelp. I twisted free from his grip and scrambled forward, crawling frantically, but he was on me again, his hands yanking me back, dragging me through the dirt and mud.
"What do you want?" I choked out, hot tears spilling down my cheeks.
He flipped me over, his face hovering just above mine. His voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with possession. "You. I've always wanted you."
I noticed there's blood oozing from his wound, probably from all the fighting, causing the wound to reopen. But he didn't leave me. The pain didn't bother him one bit. I stared at him, unable to understand what game he was playing with me. Every word he said somehow sounded so true that I almost wanted to believe him. But what about the proof? What about his lies?
"I—"
Before I could utter a single word, he yanked my shorts down in one swift motion, leaving me completely naked.
"What are you doing—?"
He cut me off, this time pointing the gun at me. His eyes darkened suddenly, and mine widened in terror. Fuck.
"Open your legs for me, sweetheart," he ordered, his tone calm yet menacing. "Let me show you who owns you."
"You dont—" I tried to fight back, but he was much stronger, leaving me exposed beneath his unwavering gaze. The gun remained pointed at me, a constant, chilling reminder.
"A-are you going to kill me?" I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty.
He chuckled—a low, chilling sound that twisted my stomach. "Kill you?" His lips curved into a wicked grin. "Darling, I'm going to devour you."
Before I could process his words, he forced my legs apart, his hands like iron shackles. His gaze roamed over me, sharp and unrelenting, as though claiming every inch of me as his own. He leaned down, his breath ghosting over my skin, before planting a kiss on my inner thigh. A shiver ran down my spine. Then he bit me—hard.
I yelped in pain, instinctively my hand shot up, aiming to slap him, but the gun—always the gun—stopped me cold. The way he wielded it, a silent threat and a reminder, made my blood run colder than the night air around us. For some reason, I couldn't be sure whether he'd actually pull the trigger or not.
"David is going to find you!" I warned through my greeted teeth. "And when he does..."
"He can't do a thing to me, Ana," he tells me in a cold, dark tone. "I know about your little plan, my Estrellita. Now you're teaming up with others against me?" He chuckled. "And you expect that I won't know about it? Tsk, tsk, tsk... here's where you're wrong, my dear. Let me show you: your demons and mine are alike, and that is why we call to each other."
Then, without another word, he slipped two fingers right inside my folds, and I gasped.
"Mmm... so wet..." he hummed, closing his eyes. Then, taking the fingers to his lips, he licked them off clean. "Tastes like heaven!" he chuckled. "Looks like you're enjoying this now."
My core pulsed. The dirtier and more unhinged he became, the more I felt my body betraying me. I had never been like this. Nor had I liked this kind of... sexual activity. But for some reason, I couldn't control myself around him. I felt myself getting wet even with just his one touch. My nipples stood erect, begging for attention, but I kept quiet.
"Now... this is the gun you used to shoot me, right?" He grinned, looking at the gun before bringing it close to his lips, spitting my cum and his saliva on it. I looked at him with a frown. "Let's make this more memorable, shall we?"
He didn't give me a moment to react before he lunged it inside, and all I could do was freeze in my spot. What is he doing? He must be completely fucked up to do this to me. And I must be equally fucked up for not doing anything to him..
I couldn't tell if this was a nightmare or reality.
I have a fucking gun inside me.
"I... Wait..." But he didn't let me talk. He held my hair in a strong grip that burned through my scalp. Pulling my face inch by inch closer to him, he bit my cheek soft enough to not hurt me as he began to push and pull the gun inside.
"Shhh... baby... I don't want you to regret shooting me with this gun later in our life..." he said. "So, fifty years from now, when you look at this gun, all you'll remember is how good it felt when you had it inside you. As I make you ride it."
He works faster, and my walls contract around the cold metal. On one side, my heart races like a wild horse in fear that one wrong move could end with a bullet inside me from... my cunt. On the other side, it feels like I'm giving myself up to him.
By now, he knows how my body works and what are my weakness. He nibbles my neck making me moan louder than I really should. And then his head dropped to my breasts giving both of them a little bites before nibbling them one by one.
I think I've lost my mind.
How can I feel what I'm feeling right now?
"I will haunt you until the end of time if that's what it takes to make you mine," he breathed against my neck, his voice a chilling promise. The moon hung high above us, casting its cold, silver light over the scene—making this forbidden moment feel dangerously illegal and... unbearably tempting..
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the twisted chaos. As he thrust the cold, unyielding metal inside me, a shudder ripped through my body. With a loud, broken cry, I finally climaxed, spilling over the icy barrel.
I was too drained to fully open my eyes, but from the corner of my gaze, I watched him. He brought the barrel of the gun to his lips, his tongue tracing over it as he licked it clean.
This is madness.
He's insane.
And I'm even more twisted for craving every second of it.
My heart began to steady as he stood, pulling out a paper folded neatly into an envelope and tossing it toward me.
"What's this?" I asked, breathless. Slowly, as my senses returned, disgust welled up inside me. What have I done? What have I let him do to me?
He looked down briefly, adjusting his cargo pants before replying, "Something that will tell you the truth."
Without hesitation, I opened it, my fingers trembling. The words on the letter blurred as confusion consumed me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"How do I know this isn't just another one of your lies?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending chills down my spine, before throwing the gun at me. I fumbled, barely catching it. Then, with deliberate steps, he closed the distance between us. Leaning in, his lips hovered dangerously close to mine.
But I pushed him away with every ounce of strength I had left. He stumbled, but his reflexes were sharp, and he quickly steadied himself. His gaze locked on me, darker than ever, as if daring me to act. "I will slit your throat if you dare touch me again," I spat.
"Stop flirting with me."
"You know nothing about me and never will!" I hissed.
He grinned and took a step closer, his face now mere inches from mine. "I know things that could solve all the little mysteries you're chasing," he whispered, his hot breath searing my skin. Even in the darkness, I could feel the wicked smile spreading across his face. "I know what you're thinking, Estrellita," he said, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "But I will give you nothing now."
"Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "I really need to know if this is the truth!"
"Fuck, you sound so beautiful when you beg," he whispered, closing his eyes and finally pulling away, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Find me before the next eclipse, like the good girl you are. I want you on your knees, begging for me. Only then shall you have your answers."