Page 20 of Strangled
I’m in the same room I was in when… when he touched me. I swallow the lump in my throat and ignore the heavy throb in my balls as I scratch and paw my way closer to where I know the hole is where I stuck my dick.
At the time, it only felt like a hole in a broken wall in a broken house, but I’m convinced it was more than that.
He’s been watching me, somehow, someway. And what if it was through that hole? Or other holes?
The possibility doesn’t seem nearly as far-fetched as it once would have—not after everything. He’s literally fucking disappearing right before my eyes, so there has to be access points in and out somewhere close.
My finger delves into the hole on a swipe across the splintery wood. My fingers catch on the jagged piece that cut my dick, and I squeeze my eyes shut—not because I’m remembering the pain—but because I’m remembering the fuckingheat.And not just his mouth, either.
His grip on me was agonizing. It ripped through the layers of pleasure and went straight for torment. He held me like I was his to do whatever he wanted with, ignoring my pleas in exchange for his own wants.
It was animalistic and downright possessive. And fuck, thinking back on it now spikes my goddamn temperature.
But it was fuckingsick—deranged in the most basic sense.
I shouldn’t find it tempting. I don’t—I fuckingdon’t.
I’m doing this to prove I’m right, that I haven’t lost my mind and conjured up someone so depraved because of my desperate loneliness I refuse to acknowledge.
Despite my mental badgering, I close my eyes, dropping my head against the wall as I absentmindedly thrust my finger in and out of the hole. It’s big enough that my finger doesn’t brush the edges, but I make sure it does—so I can feel the bite of pain as I shove my hand down my pants and wrap my trembling fingers around my hard, leaking cock.
My slit is dripping precum already. It smears across my filthy palm as I slide it down the silky skin of my shaft, my eyes rolling back as I let out a breathless moan. I keep my grip loose as I fuck the gaping hole in the wall with my finger—thinking back to his mouth just on the other side, wrapped around me tighter than anything my imagination could ever conjure up.
Memories of slick, suffocating heat flood my senses, and I choke my dick with my fist, squeezing past the point of pain and fucking reveling in it.
I add a second finger to the hole, then another, until my entire fucking fist is fucking into it. A damp chill brushes along my fingers just on the other side, sending goosebumps skating along my arms.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble. The wood shreds the skin of my forearm as I punch into the wall, needing… more. I fucking need more. My eyes barely crack open against the assault of rapture, but as they do, I notice pieces of wood crumbling to the floor.
I arch into my hand, my hips rocking, chasing the intensity. I wrap my fingers around the edge of the hole and yank my arm backward. My hand is ripped from my cock with a painful groan as I’m forced to catch myself as I stumble back.
My hand aches, throbbing and smarting, but the much larger hole in its place is more than enough to make me forget all about it.
I scramble to my feet, the pulsating in my cock pushed to the back burner as I shove my face against the hollowed out hole. The narrow area between the walls would be dark—if it weren’t for the interwoven sheets of spider silk blanketing the open space.
You can tell where they’ve been disturbed in some places—but it’s almost likehegoes out of his way to avoid destroying them.
My heart lurches at the thought, and I press the palm that was around my cock against my chest at the unexpected rush of sensation.
I look both ways, but no matter which direction I look, all I see are endless spider webs swallowed by darkness.
Taking a deep breath, I lean back and use both hands to rip away more of the wall. It takes time, but the lower I get, the easier it is to tear it away.
By the time I’m done, my hands have their own fucking heartbeat. Blood trails down my arms and drips onto the floor below. Each new droplet stings as it oozes from the shredded wounds, but as I crouch and step through the now massive fucking hole, I don’t fucking care.
About any of it.
Because I was fuckingright.
The wall just on the other side is no more than three feet away. My eyes are wide as I take in the enclosed space. This almost looks like it’s meant to be a part of the house, but I notice how it only grows narrower, becoming a tighter fit—as if the space wascreated.
I’m reveling, spinning on my heels as I absorb this fucking… creepy unearthing.
Fuck, I’m elated I wasn’t wrong, but knowing he’s been living just on the other side of me, watching my every move, hearing me fuck myself…
I shiver as a chill prickles my scalp, making my hair stand on end. I shake my arms out by my side, trying to rid myself of the feeling, but it festers, enhancing considerably.
“What the—shit!” I yelp at the sight of a furry brown and black spider inching up my bicep. My erection dies in an instant as I fling my arms out, shaking them erratically. My heart thrums in my throat, my breath failing me as panic swarms.
