Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
HELP! HELP! I’M TRAPPED! PLEASE, HELP ME! PLEASE! FUCKING HELP ME!
I hear a loud thump on the landing above me, shit, and I bolt back across the hallway and turn into an unknown room. A living room. I see sofas, and a coffee table, and no, NO. There’s no place to hide in here. I’m back out through the door, running faster as I hear the thumping of footsteps on the stairs, and I dart through the next doorway. A kitchen. Yes. It looks like a kitchen. I crash into a bin and send it flying with a BOOM, as the metal hits the floor. Damnit. I press my back against a fridge, and try to collect myself, eyes trying to focus. I know he’s coming by now, I know he’s after me. I know he’s coming to get me.
I see a door on the other side of the room, so I dash for it. A dining room. A big table. Yes, it’ll do. I throw myself under it, crouching with panting breaths as I pull the chairs in towards me, trying to hide.
Then he calls out. The words from the proposal.
“Here, kitty kitty. Where are you?”
He’s in the kitchen. I see a flashlight roving around the room through the open door.
“Where are you, bitch?” he says, and I flinch as I hear him kick the fallen bin.
I repeat my safe word in my head. Flag, flag, flag. I can use it if I want to, and right now, I’m on the edge. Because this doesn’t feel like a game anymore. It feels like I’m in a horror movie. He sounds like a sick fuck, laughing as he calls out to me again. Here, kitty kitty.
I hold my breath, knowing he’ll come into the dining room, but he doesn’t. The flashlight disappears and he’s off again. So, I take my chance. I have to.
I crawl out from under the table, and scuff my way back through the kitchen on my sore knees. He’s in the living room. I can see the flashlight through the doorway as it darts around.
I know my way around enough by now to haul myself to my feet, and sneak down the hallway right past him. I take hold of the banister rail, and creep upstairs, but when I get to the next floor, I keep on going. Another flight, and I tiptoe down another hallway, with doors on either side. I pick the one at the end, grateful again for the scrap of moonlight through the windows.
Another bedroom, but this one has a high bedframe, and I can just about crawl under it. That’s where I stay. Prickling, panting, tingling. Alive.
I don’t need to use my safe word. I don’t. I hold it in. I won’t break. No matter how fucked up it feels.
I roll onto my back and stay as still as I can, listening out for his voice as he plays this sick game to its fullest.
Here, kitty kitty. You know I’m going to find you.
Yes, he is.
I urge my body to calm the fuck down. I deep breathe, letting the air out slowly, and call on my need for submission. The craving that always drives me wild.
Here, kitty kitty.
He’s getting closer. His voice is getting louder.
I hear him heading into rooms along the hallway, but he’s playing. I know I’ve left this one open. Did I do that on purpose? Fuck!
Here, kitty kitty.
I remember how fucking big he is, so dangerous looking in his ski mask. I remember the way he manhandled me before, so fucking rough but so fucking hot.
Hot and scary.
Petrifying.
But hell… the feeling begins to take over me. Slut vs scared little girl, running away from him…
I know which one I’d rather be.
It’s time to be a slut now. Fuck it. Time to please him. Time to be Holly, the dirtiest little bitch I can be.
I spread my legs as his footfalls get ever louder, circling my clit just a touch. He’s checking in every room with his flashlight. I catch glimpses of the beam, and think of his cock, hard in his pants as he hunts me.
Here, kitty kitty.
I’m wet, even though I’m petrified.
But I want to be petrified… this is the game.
I’m still playing with my clit when his boots thump into the room. The flashlight zips around as he walks, and he knows where I am, I can feel it.
“You coming out, like a good bitch?” he asks, and kicks the bottom bedpost, but I don’t move. I flinch as he kicks it again. “Come on, slut. Come out and fucking take it.”
I’m contemplating moving like he says, but shriek like a banshee as he drops to the floor and reaches out to grab at me. He gets an ankle, but I kick him off, scrabbling to get out and away from him. I’m nearly there, or I think I am. I’m almost out of the other side of the bed when he appears over me, standing tall with the flashlight aimed right down at my face, blinding me.