Page 13 of To Love a Monster
That was it.He gave me no name and no affiliation.Which means he doesn’t know either.Could be nothing.Just a man walking by.Looking for a rental.A goddamn birdwatcher.But the timing doesn’t sit right.People don’t just drift past and get that close to an empty lake house unless they have a reason.I don’t believe in coincidences.Especially not when she’s involved.
For now, she thinks the quiet is mercy.That she won.That her shouting scared the wolf away.But she has no idea I’m closer than ever.
She was brave to test me today, to challenge a demon she doesn’t know.And I can’t wait to fuck that fight out of her until she forgets how to speak without moaning my name.
Every scream, every gasp, every insult she shouts my way, I'll take it all.I’ll turn her defiance into devotion.Her fear into fucking worship.
And when she’s writhing beneath me, soaked through and feral with want, she’ll finally understand that good girls don’t run.
They kneel.
— N
Chapter Six
Lila
Just like the lastfew days, this morning’s been quiet.The kind of silence that feels more normal than suffocating.He hasn’t texted me since our encounter in the woods, if you can really even call it that.Maybe he really disappeared and I managed to actually scare him off.
I make another cup of coffee and ignore the way my fingers twitch near my phone.Breakfast goes untouched.And instead, I decide to carry on with the painting I’ve been working on to keep my mind occupied.
It’s a woman on her knees in the woods.Her dark hair cascading in messy waves down her bare back.Hands braced on the bark of a tree.And behind her, just barely visible behind a thick trunk, is a shadow.
He’s not defined but he’s there.Watching her.Silently waiting.For what, who fucking knows.
I step back when it’s done and hate how my body reacts to it.Hate the ache in my stomach.The heat behind my knees.Am I mad that he’s gone?I hate myself for even asking that.It’s fucked up that I’ve found myself annoyed by his absence.
The only thing more twisted than being hunted is fantasizing about what he’ll do when he finally catches you.
My phone rings just as I’m finishing my third cup of coffee.Tess’s name flashes on the screen and I answer with a forced cheer in my voice.
“Hey, Tee.”
“Hey, you,” she says, a grin in her voice.“Still alive?No more shadow creepers?”
I laugh.Too quickly.“None worth writing home about.”
