Page 109 of Lost to the Woods

Not just fuck her.

Ownher.

So I lured her out here.

Yet, somewhere along the way, things became too real. She made me feel human.Almost.

But I wasn’t. Not even close.

And now, she’s about to find that out.

Game over.

She’s limp in my arms, passed out cold, as I carry her back to the cabin. Not the worst reaction to seeing my beast form, I suppose. Could be worse. Just like my brothers, who each have their own spirit animal, mine is an elk.

She stirs, slowly coming around. Then thrashes, screaming and pounding my back with her fists, kicking at my chest, teeth snapping like a feral animal.

Adorable.

I bring her into the dungeon, where I place her on a table topped with fur for cushioning. The height is better for our size than any bed, easier to work with.

She continues to struggle, refusing to lie still as I attempt to bind her.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself,” I murmur, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Disobedient, she bucks again, shouting profanities at me, but I tighten the straps at her wrists by the top corners of the table.

“You thinkthisis bad?” I laugh, low and sharp like gravel in my throat. “Wait till you hear how he watched you. For months. Online. In person. Through those little hidden cameras he installed around your apartment.”

She freezes, staring at me with those big blue eyes..

“He had you caged in your own fucking home,” I continue, twisting the knife, just like she has done earlier—and I mean,literally. “He took you in your sleep, Bunny. When youwere inebriated. Unconscious. Vulnerable. He had his way with you while you missed him. While you wondered if dumping him was a mistake.”

She shakes her head, tears spilling down her cheeks, lips trembling. “No… no. I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t want to believe me because it hurts too much,” I whisper, leaning close, my breath hot against her ear. “But tell me, Bunny… how else would I know things about you that no one else does? Like, the way you play with your pretty little pussy every night for bedtime to chase the nightmares away. Or how you moan his name breathlessly when you climax. Or how you love humping that stupid plush teddy bear he gave you.”

Her eyes widen in terror. She pulls at the restraints like she might tear her arms off trying to get away.

Good. It’s starting to click for her.

“Oh yeah. Freaky little thing you are,” I grin. “But now you’ve got a real teddy bear, right here. Doesn’t bouncing on Khalok’s cock feel so much better? You love the fur… teeth… claws. Don’t you, baby?”

“Let me go!” She jerks, afraid to face the reality. Afraid to admit it to herself. “Get me out of this hellhole!”

“When will you finally realize that there’s no way out?” I bend low, nose brushing her hairline, inhaling her fear. “We fed you. Took care of you. Fucked you senseless. And still, you tried to escape, you ungrateful little whore. Even with his skin, even with his voice in my throat… you discarded him. Just like you did before. How fucking cold-hearted can you be?”

She sobs, face twisted in guilt and shame.

I caress her cheek tenderly. “Your beautiful tears only make me want to ruin you that much more, Bunny.” Her breath hitches as I speak softer now, like I’m sharing a secret between lovers. “He wanted this for you, you know. He wanted to taste revenge even after death. So I let him take the reins. And he hadhis fun. He lived out every sick, twisted fantasy. He’s at peace now. Content. Forever part of me.”

“You’re insane,” she whispers.

“Sure am. And so was he.” I grin. “See, he wasn’t just a sadist. He was diagnosed as a psychopath at age twelve. Imagine that!”

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I do that? He’s dead anyway. Has been for a while.”

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