Page 48 of Lost to the Woods

Forever.

13. Ghost

Everyone still seems to be sleeping when I leave the bathroom, my mask on, regardless, a towel wrapped low around my hips. I sneak back into the bedroom—yup, Bunny hasn’t even moved—and her sweet perfume mixed with an intoxicating scent of her arousal fills the entire space. It clings to the air like a drug. I could bottle it. Inject it. Breathe it in until it coats my lungs like tar.

My cock twitches, waking up again.

I grab a fresh pair of sweats since the ones from the night are all covered in my precum. The memory flashes—her gasping, grinding, begging without words.

I clench my fists and toss my head, trying to stay focused.

Then I quietly go downstairs to start breakfast. I’d bring it up to her in bed. Like a perfect boyfriend. It’ll make her smile. Make her feel safe. Loved. It’s all part of the performance.

But it’s the last moments I have to pretend. After that, no more hiding from her my obsession, the darkness within me, who I truly am, and what I plan to do to her.

The thing is, she was so willing last night that she got into my head again.

Because I know wecouldbe happy. If only she would give herself to me. Fully. Completely. I’d train her to be my good little sub how I always wanted, and she would learn to love it.

Learn to thank me for it.

Learn to beg for more.

Her pain would be holy. Her tears—sacred. I’d worship the way she breaks beneath me.

Not that I mind taking her by force. It’s even preferred. There’s something about the struggle that makes it sweeter. The craft of breaking her piece by piece, then putting her back together, only to shatter her once more. I can already imagine how her terror will taste on my tongue.

She won’t escape these woods.

Can’t escape me now.

And she’ll see soon enough—when there’s nowhere to run to, when every exit leads back to me—that this was always where she belonged. In my hands. Under my control.Mine.

But I know that deep down she wants that.

She wants me to chase her.

She wants me to corner her, to make the decision for her, to rip away her excuses and show her what loving me really looks like. To force her to take all that I’d give.

She can play it down however she likes, but I’ve seen the proof. How desperately she needs me…

After Valentine’s, I stayed in the city.

The plan had changed, and I needed different tools. I did some extra shopping before I returned to her brownstone the next evening. I waited in the freezing cold across the street, hunched behind a tight row of parked cars. And finally watched her leave with Kendra for girls’ night, all dolled up and smiling like she wasn’t just having a nervous breakdown the other day.

Fucking oblivious to what had happened when she was unconscious.

Or that she was still being spied on.

I stayed still for a while longer, in case that little scatterbrain forgot something.

Then I moved. Using the spare key, I slipped inside her home like I belonged.

I installed the cameras. One in the bathroom vent, facing the shower. One inside her bedroom’s smoke detector. Another tucked in a bookshelf, disguised in a hollowed-out candle jar. All with remote access, night vision, and motion triggers.

I set up a notification system on my phone to ping me when she undressed. When she bathed. When she moaned in her sleep.

Of course, I couldn’t resist going further.

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