Page 52 of Gluttony

Funny how the fear of being chased masks the pain of bruised bones.

“Little Bowie Rabbit had a fly upon her nose, little Bowie Rabbit had a fly upon her nose…” Sliding into the closet of hisbathroom, I slap my hands to my mouth in hopes of masking my nervous giggles. Is he…singing that Peter Rabbit song?

The warmth in my blood turns to ice as his voice grows closer and the nursery rhyme gets creepier and creepier. I’m not too proud to admit that I’m equal parts turned on and scared out of my fucking mind.

Beyond the singing and the anticipation, it’s the sudden silence that makes this feel all too real.

What if I’m wrong?

What if he’s not who I think he is?

What if his endearing red flags are actual, dangerous, life-threatening red flags?

I don’t know what the fuck I’m playing at right now, why I even think I can continue this game and not lose a part of myself doing it.

By the time I decide I’m getting the fuck out of this place, I hear the tiny crunch of teeth on hard candy and it takes every ounce of self-preservation for me not to scream in pure terror.

My ears are pounding in rhythm with my panicking heart but I don’t think he can hear me. When I wipe my hands on my now-ripped pantyhose, the sweat on my palms is a direct consequence of the anxiety I’m trying to fight in order to survive this very dangerous game I thought I could play.

Clearly, I’m a fucking idiot. Worse, I’m the dumbass in B-movies running toward the killer then screaming because he’s caught me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I’m so lost in my self-deprecation that it takes me a second to understand that something is sliding under the closet door. Fuck, oh my God, he’s here?

I don’t dare move or else the fabric of my clothes will alert him to my presence here.

Except he already knows, doesn’t he? My eyes are staring at the origami he’s just slid my way, a bright light illuminating it from under the door.

It’s not a rabbit and it’s not a wolf.

With black construction paper, he’s made me a vulture.

“The very hungry caterpillar feasts solely on your pussy. It devours every ounce and drinks up all your cum. The very hungry caterpillar doesn’t turn into a butterfly. It eats and eats and eats until it turns into a vulture.”

Did I say red flag? I mean blood red, the reddest of reds. I’m in fucking danger right now and the worst part of it all is that my mind keeps circling back to his words and wondering just how well he’d eat my pussy.

“Oh, Bowie, how this evil bird wants to swoop in and take you away.” The closet door swings open but I’m in the far corner with my legs pulled up to my chest.

He can’t see me, he can’t see me, he cannot see me.

“Your first mistake was to think you could run from me. Your second was to believe I couldn’t follow your scent as easily as a wolf finds its way back home.” My brain doesn’t have time to comprehend his threat before steel claws latch on to my ankles and I’m suddenly sliding across the floor. Above me, a shadow and the light of his phone shining down on my face.

When he leans down, he wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me up. I have to scramble to follow his lead so he doesn’t rip my head off my shoulders. Except standing is fucking hard when your legs are weak like Jell-O and shaking from the pure shock of fear he put into me.

Never in my life have I felt so fucking vulnerable.

“Little Rabbit, you did so well. I almost had to try hard.” Hadley accentuates his words by kneeling between my legs and cupping my pussy. “I wonder what’s making you wet…me or this adrenaline rush?” I want to answer him but my throat is dryand my tongue feels two sizes too big in my mouth. “No matter, you’re mine either way.”

This time, he doesn’t just cup my pussy, he rips the pantyhose right off and snaps my thong in two, leaving me bare and vulnerable as he presses me firmly against the wall.

“I’m touched that you chose my office. Seems fitting.” The unmistakable sound of his zipper is like a delicious omen echoing in the room and where my mouth was dry seconds ago, it is now filled with saliva.

Hadley fiddles with his phone and not three seconds later we’re bathed in an alarming reddish light coming from the back of his office. It would be romantic if I weren’t questioning all of my life choices right now.

Do I want this? I’m not sure. I don’t fucking know. Which means he has no fucking clue, either.

He drags his fingers through the slit of my pussy and brings them to his mouth, his tongue lapping up every inch of his skin. I can’t look away, I’m so mesmerized by his hunger…for me.

“Your cunt is even more delicious than your mouth. You wanna know why?”

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