Page 51 of Gluttony

When I notice I’ve already got almost two hours of overtime for tonight, I decide to start my shutting down ritual, which means I gather my things then go to the bathroom so I can make it back to my apartment without peeing myself.

And yes, I’m also giving my nightly visitor time to put a cupcake and an origami on my desk. It’s like my little guilty pleasure and I’ll be damned if I miss out.

So I do my thing. I pack up, put my phone in my purse, tidy up my desk and make sure the cleaning staff can circulate in my tiny office. Once I’m satisfied, I smile a secret smile, excited to find out what my origami will be tonight. The rabbits have stopped, only the wolves this week, but they all have something unique about them. The color or the shape of their positions, like sitting or howling. Like an obsessed teenager waiting for a text from her crush, I’ve collected all the gifts and set up a little shelf in my apartment. If this continues any longer, I’ll have to free up more space for them.

When I turn, ready to head to the bathroom, a loud clank accompanies the complete and total shutdown of the lights.

“What the fuck?!”

I’m not a fan of dark rooms and the only reason I’m not freaking out yet is the fact the emergency exit lights are still on, giving me just enough to see in front of me.

As soon as a gloved hand presses firmly against my mouth and nose, leaving just enough slack so that I can continue breathing, every fiber of my being jumps into high alert. It’s not just a black out, it’s voluntary and I’m the fucking target…again.

My first reaction is a back kick aimed for the shin, but all I get is thin air so I try to head butt, except his hold is too damn firm and I’m going nowhere. But when he speaks, I freeze.

“Waiting for something?” He’s whispering but I recognize his voice. I know the intonation to the words, the filth that fills every one of his syllables.

I hesitate because now that I know who it is, I want to know just how far he’s willing to take it. So, I shake my head, lying outright.

“Such a pretty little liar.” Too fast for me to react, he presses me against the nearest wall, gentler than anticipated, and covers my entire back with his front, making sure his long, hard cock nudges the base of my ass. “Do you know what we do to liars?”

Again, I shake my head, and this time I’m being sincere. What exactly do you do to liars? Smack their asses until they’re the color of tomatoes? Fuck them until their brains cells pass out? Or are we talking something more somber? I honestly do not know.

“Time to find out.” If I didn’t know what punishment I was about to have just seconds ago, I’m even less clued in now about what he’s planning. My adrenaline spikes, making my limbs shake with anticipation and wondering which instinct will take over, the fight or flight. “I’ll give you a thirty second head start but if I catch you, you pay the price. The longer it takes me to find you, the heftier the reward.”

Forgetting that my mouth is covered by his hand, I still try to speak but all that comes out is a mumble. When he releases my mouth, sliding his hand down to my throat and squeezing just enough to get my blood pumping, I try again.

“What’s the reward?” The logical, self preserving question would have been about the punishment so that I could anticipate the danger and make sure I get as far away from him as possible. But what’s the fun in that?

“My dick so far up your cunt, you’ll taste my cum every time you breathe in.”

Well, damn.

“What’s the punishment if you catch me?”

“Fuck around and find out.”

Well fuck. That doesn’t help me.

“Are you ready?” Am I? Before I answer his question, I visualize my surroundings, the places I can hide, the nooks and crannies where I could possibly fit. The office is now mapped out in my mind and I hope I don’t fuck it all up because I may know what the reward is but I have no idea what the consequences of his game will be.

“Yes.” One word. One last second before my body starts juicing up the energy to get me to safety. To find a place to hide, to give me just enough time to be out of danger. If that’s even possible.

His hand squeezes one last time in sync with the sound of cracking coming from his mouth just as the scent of peppermint wafts under my nose. A small smile escapes but he doesn’t know, he can’t see me and his hand is no longer at my mouth. For all he knows, I’m scared out of my mind and trying to save myself from death…or worse.

“Run!”

I don’t hesitate. As soon as he releases me, I burst into a sprint and run around a few places hoping to distract him and throwhim off my scent. The man is like a fucking bloodhound but if I play my cards right, I might actually win this thing.

Except, when he starts whistling some creepy sound I don’t recognize it throws me off and I hesitate. I know he’s giving me a head start but for some reason, I don’t trust that he’ll keep his word.

“Fun facts.” Oh great, he’s going into teacher mode. Just what I need, another distraction. Hell, he’s even putting on a fake American accent. “Wild rabbits zig zag across the prairie to avoid getting pounced on by a predator.” I come to a sudden halt at his words. This motherfucker. “Are you zigzagging, pretty Little Rabbit, or are you propped up on your hind legs watching for me?”

To be clear, I was just trying to avoid bumping into shit, like desks and chairs and random boxes against the wall. His voice is just far enough that if I crawl through Ginny’s space, I could make it to his office and hide in his private bathroom.

The whistling starts up again and this time he’s moving, the thirty seconds clearly having passed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I never realized that knees make so much noise on the marble floor. I must be bonier than I ever imagined. My breaths are coming in quick and shallow, the fear real even though I know this is a game of predator teasing the prey.

As I round the corner of Ginny’s desk, I slide along the wall, flattening myself to it as best I can. The bathroom is within reach but my heart rate is at dangerous levels, and although physically impossible, I’m afraid he can hear thethump, thump, thumpbehind my ribs.

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