I had wanted her to come into the bedroom before I attacked but the hardness protruding from my groin took control of my brain. I dashed from my hiding place towards her. Eyes wide she tried to back away, to turn from me ready to scream but my hand was too quick across her mouth, the last breath sealed in… I turn her and my other hand goes to her throat pinning her against the door. I squeeze really fucking hard I see her eyes roll into her head and her tongue starts to bulge out her mouth drool spilling from the sides. It makes me squeeze even harder. “ I told you I would get you, bitch” I growl. Her hands fall seemingly lifeless at her sides. All the struggle gone… fuck I nearly come there and then… I snap back to reality and I’m still holding her by her throat. I relax my grip and as she falls I hear a small gasp of air!? My God she’s not dead! This is the best news. The bitter disappointment fades and is replaced by a new thought “I could keep her!” She could be mine forever? I could put her in the safe place. I’ve kept others for years. Kept them alive just… but I always bore eventually. No chase involved anymore no real terror once the first 2 or 3 months pass. They just end up hollow shells and even at the end when I finish them I get little pleasure from it.
This one. She’s different she has shown me that I can control her. That she wants this as much, if not more, than I do. She found me after all, she is the one who wanted all this horror. Who would I be to deny her that?
While she’s out I go to my bag and take out what I need. I strip her and tie her to her bed with knots that will tighten as she struggles when she wakes. From my bag I take my favourite knife. It’s been sharpened so much the cutting edge is razor thin. It’s a magnificent blade. A bowie knife that I’ve used for hunting more than just animals. I hold it glinting in the sunlight spilling through small gap in the curtains. Today it will taste her flesh for the first time. I fleetingly notice my cock is hard again and it brings me back. I walk to the bed and climb on, she stirs a bit. As I put my knees on her chest her pretty tear filled eyes snap open. She looks me right in the eye and starts to scream and scream but barely a noise comes past the ball gag I’ve stuffed in her mouth and she realises no noise is coming out. She struggles more the ropes tighten. I can see it in her scared eyes that she knows she is utterly doomed I reach back and slide a finger into her pussy and I can see she loves it I can feel her push against my hand, she wants this. I take my finger out and slip it in my mouth she is so wet!! It makes me more aroused than ever and angry! Angry that the fucking whore nearly made me kill her. Angry that if she had done as she was told and not ran this could have been avoided until I was ready. The anger starts to rise my fists clench tightly and I slap her so hard in the face it makes her start to cry. I grab my knife off the bed and start to run it from her throat where my hand is once again gripping tightly. Across her tits down across her stomach. Here I press a little harder and she cries out round the gag as her skin separates and blood spills from the blades path she bucks against the ropes and I swear she came again! It’s a not deep but the warm red soon spills onto the sheets. I watch it pool in her belly button as she lies there motionless. She’s not dead just passed out again. I take my finger and dip it into the blood in her navel and start to write on her wall ”never run. ” the full stop runs slightly down the wall I watch it for what seems an age.
I untie her while she was still out cold. I change her bed sheets (taking the blood stained ones with me as I do her panties) . I make her bed and clean her up. I use some sterile tape on her cut . I leave the apartment as I found it apart from that message. The full stop drip now reaching the floor.
Next time she wouldn’t dare run and if she did the room I have prepared for her would be ready for its long term guest.