Page 62 of Breaking Sanity
“Hold fucking still,” he mumbles around something. I am assuming he is holding the flashlight in his mouth. I steel my body and try to pretend I am anywhere else then in this concrete prison with him carving into my skin.
My mind goes back to the night at the cabin with Shadow.
3 years ago
“Run beautiful,” He laughs as we stand in the middle of the woods.
He did ask me what my ultimate fantasy was and I refused to tell him for the first few weeks after the sex club. Then I finally caved because he said he would make it a reality and with that I couldn’t say no.
Don’t judge me but of course I want to be chased through the woods by a masked man just to be caught and dragged away for him to do as he pleases. He sent me a pin drop location tonight and here I am.
He is true to his word because when he finally comes out from the shadows, he is dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, black pants, and the ghost face mask. Holding an insane looking knife in one hand and rope in the other. If this was an actual horror situation, I would say fear would probably be the strongest emotion and I would fight not run. This though, is one of the hottest things I have ever done, so I run.
I make my way through the trees and bushes, running in a dress isn’t ideal but at least I wore appropriate shoes so I’ll take the W. I only get tripped up once but I still manage to keep my balance. The cabin is in sight and I duck behind a tree to catch my breath. This fantasy was not created for the out of shape, because I’m pretty sure everyone and their mother can hear my erratic breathing. I look around but I don’t see him anywhere.
A twig brakes to my right and I dart off again. I don’t get too far before I am being hoisted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder.
“Put me down you damn caveman,” I shout pounding on his back.
“Hit me all you want baby,” he laughs. “It’s just foreplay to me.”
I stop pounding and just stare at his back bewildered. Some things he has said over the past month have caught me off guard. Like the first night when he said, “better than I imagined” and about a week ago when he spoke thinking I was asleep “no matter how they described you, it will never come close to the real thing” had me reeling.
“Hey!” He slaps my ass. “Get out of your head.”
“I am out of my head. I am letting you carry me like this when I should be kicking your ass.”
“Is that so,” he questions, putting me down right before the first step to the cabin.
“Yes,” I grin, kicking him square in the balls then booking it up the stairs and into the cabin. I slam and lock the door. I am not sure how long it will take him to recover and surely he will make me pay for that. I am almost excited for that punishment. ALMOST.
I don’t hear any movement outside, so I take that as my cue to go hide. Going into the kitchen to grab something to defend myself with, I notice the back door is wide open.
Well fuck!
“Oh, Little Monster ,” he sing-songs from the hallway behind me.
“Guess I should’ve kicked harder but my foot just couldn’t reach your micro-” Before I can finish my untrue insult, the knife whizzes by my head and drives into the wood door frame.
“I suggest you don’t finish that sentence.”
“Oh, is the big scary psycho killer sad that he isn’t ...” I run my eyes down his body pausing to look at the clear bulge in his pants and click my tongue, “equipped to actually pleasure a woman?”
“Thin ice,” he warns.
“How thin are we talking,” I ask, backing further into the kitchen. “I do love the cold so do I need to dance before I fall, or can I just jump?”
“You better pray I don’t get my hands on you.”
“Catch me if you can, psycho killer,” I laugh as I book it towards the opposite hall.
He tries to grab me but I slide across the floor and head upstairs.
I push on the door to the left as I get to the landing, but it’s locked. “Animals” the Ice Nine Kills version starts to play, and my heart rate goes through the roof. I run to the next, but it’s locked as well. My only warning that he has made it up here is him singing to thelyrics. He does actually have a good voice. But when he gets into this type of character it’s more terrifying than entertaining.
“Fuck,” I whisper trying the second to last door.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the last door is unlocked but I dive in slamming it shut and locking it. I scan the room and see there is no place to hide, but there is a bathroom. I run into the dark room, quietly shutting the door behind me.
