Page 51 of My Turn

“It might be if I’m in a better mood then. Aren’t you going to ask why I’m grumpy?”

She shook her head. In three large strides, I made it over to her. When she darted to the side, I grabbed onto her hair and threw her back against the wall, making sure not to hit her head.

“It doesn’t really matter,” I continued. “You could probably make it better by kissing me or running your fingers through myhair. I wouldn’t say no to those pretty lips on my cock either, but we both know you won’t do that.”

“Not willingly,” she whispered.

I smiled to myself. “You’re learning. Here’s what we’ll do. I’m going to give you a sixty second head start. That’s generous of me. If I haven’t caught you after an hour, I’ll go home for the night.”

“I… You want me to run?”

“More specifically, I want to chase you like you’re a frightened little fox.”

“No.”

With a shrug, I grabbed her ass and lifted her. She struck out at me, managing to hit me in the side of the head. She tried to get her hands inside my hood to remove the mask, but I deposited her on the bed and pinned her wrists.

“Okay!” she shouted. “I’ll run. Please, I’ll run.”

“Sixty,” I said, lifting off of her. “Fifty-nine.”

She scrambled off the bed and rushed into her closet. She’d sacrificed some time to get her shoes on, which was clever. Most people wouldn’t think of it in their panic. I sat on the bed, counting down the rest of the way in my head. I saw her climb into her car and slam the door. Unluckily for her, I had her spark plugs in my backpack.

When I made it down the stairs, she was just getting out of the car. Her eyes landed on me and she froze. I stopped and cocked my head, waiting for her move.

She bolted. When she headed for another building, I ran after her. Just as she was about to knock on a door, I grabbed her around the waist. She flailed hard enough to make me lose my grip. I followed just behind her, letting her think that she might be able to outpace me. Alana wasn’t a runner and the only reason she’d be able to last any length of time was because of the adrenaline. It wouldn’t save her.

“Help!” she screamed. “Somebody help! He’s gonna hurt me!”

Rolling my eyes, I moved faster and latched an arm around her neck. She tried to dig her nails into my forearm, but the hoodie was thick enough that it didn’t do any good.

“Shut the fuck up or you’ll get somebody killed.”

“Oh, god,” she whimpered.

A light turned on in one of the units, so I picked her up bridal style and pinned her wrists. I took off, making it back to her apartment before anyone came outside. It was a dangerous game, but I knew she’d go for the car first and it got my blood pumping. One day, I’d bring her to the woods where there wasn’t a soul around for miles. That would be a fun hunt, but I’d rather it be after she actually knew who I was so that she wouldn’t hurt herself in her panic.

After shutting the door with my foot, I swiped my backpack off the floor and continued into her bedroom. Her squirming was a pain in the ass and by the time I dropped her on the bed, I felt winded.

Immediately, I grabbed the rope from my bag and started tying her wrists. Some of the fight had gone out of her. Her face was red and her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I tied her to the bed frame, then pulled out a leg spreader and clicked the ends into place to lengthen it.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked.

“Whatever I please.”

“Don’t.”

“How else am I supposed to punish you?”

“Punish me? I didn’t do anything.”

She kicked me when I tried to grab her ankle. I shook my head and wrestled it down to the bed. My firm grip made her cry out. Throwing her head back against the pillow, she set her jaw, trying not to cry. I fucking wished she would.

Maybe it was because I needed to own all of it. Jake made her cry, so I had to erase that and become her nightmare. Her dad hurt her, so I would become her pain. She didn’t have to fear anything in this universe so long as I was the greatest threat to her because she’d know that I would also inflict terror on anyone else who dared to threaten her. There was power in that, for me and for her. In a twisted way, it was a sort of trust that couldn’t be rivaled.

Once I’d removed her shorts and secured her legs, I pushed a pillow underneath her so that her pussy was angled upward slightly. Her stomach was shaking with her cries, even though she didn’t release a tear.

If she could see the excitement in my eyes, she’d be crying every tear in her body until there was nothing left. I reached into my backpack and pulled out the tattoo machine. It wasn’t anything fancy, definitely not professional quality, but I wasn’t creating top notch art here.