Not waiting for a second, he pushed her away and grabbed Autumn by the arm, pulling her along behind him, his steps heavy and purposeful. She stumbled and tried to resist, but his grip on her was too firm. "Where are you taking me?" she cried out, her voice shaking with fear. "Let me go, you are a murderer," she yelled, trying to hold on to her courage.
Zyler's lips twisted into a cruel smirk as he tightened his grip on her hair. "Murderer? My sweet, that's such a harsh word, don't you think?" he pulled her closer to his chest, smirking like a sick prick. The blood from the killing was still spread on his body. "I prefer to think of myself as an artist," he replied, his voice dripping with contempt. "And you, my little dahlia, are my masterpiece," he yanked her hair backward. She gripped her hair along with his hand.
The pain was searing through. Autumn gritted her teeth, trying to hide her fear. "I don't belong to anyone," she yelled through clenched teeth. "I'm not your property."
Zyler chuckled darkly. "Oh, but you are," he snapped, his grip on her hair tightening. She was worried he would pull her hair out. "You always have been, ever since I saw you." Autumn tried to tear away again, but his grip only grew tighter. She knew that there was no use in fighting him. He was too strong, too powerful.
Autumn let him drag her to his car. He opened the door and pushed her inside. Rounding up to her side, Zyler started the engine. She was about to ask where he was taking her but decided against it. Not like he would tell you where he is going to take her. "Was he going to kill her? No, he wouldn't. If anything, he proved himself highly possessive. Hurting her is only reserved for him.
The car lurched to a stop on the edge of the woods, the thick canopy overhead casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Despite the brightness of the day, the trees were so dense that only the faintest glimmers of light filtered through, casting the world around them in perpetual twilight. The silence was almost deafening, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the creak of branches swaying in the gentle breeze.
She peered out the window, taking in the dense forest surrounding them. The trees towered overhead, casting a shadow over everything. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread settle over her as she realized just how isolated they were. It was as if they were in another world entirely, cut off from the rest of society. This reminded her of the night they escaped from the monsters in the night. This was scarier than that.
She turned to look at Zyler, her eyes wide with fear. She didn't know what he had planned for her, but she knew it wouldn't be good. She could feel his gaze on her, cold and unfeeling, and she shuddered at the thought of what he might do to her. But despite her fear, she refused to show weakness. She held her head high, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
"Get down," he ordered. The girl didn't have to be told again. She would take her chances with the monsters in the forest rather than with him.
"You are such a little thing. Almost submissive, almost obedient, aren't you?" he opened the door and got down.
"Aren't you afraid, Autumn?" he questioned, pulling his cigar out and lighting it. "Remember this?" he purposefully taunted her, and she resisted the urge to slap him.
"I would take my chances in this forest than with you," she stood her ground, strong and unmoving.
"You're such a fragile little thing, Autumn?" Zyler taunted with a wicked smirk, his eyes glinting with malice. "You're like a little bird, so easy to break." He leaned in closer to her, his hot breath against her ear. The more she resisted him, the more he wanted her, desperate to fuck her. Her anger was like gasoline to the fire.
"But don't worry my little dahlia. I'll be gentle..." he blew the cigarette breath onto her face, and she coughed, responding to it just like he wanted her to. "At first," he was no longer leaning on the bonnet. He released himself from it, walked further, and pushed her until her back was pressed against the tree. "But you should promise me you will be gentle with me, too," he pressed further. Bringing his lips to her shoulder, he traced her spaghetti straps with his tongue. Her heart was running a thousand miles per minute. Her bravery was long gone.
Autumn's body felt like a fragile vase about to shatter into a million pieces. The fear coursing through her veins was like poison, slowly paralyzing her with every passing second. She felt as if she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight. The touch of his lips on her skin felt like a branding iron, marking her as his property. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but her body refused to obey her commands. She was like a helpless butterfly caught in a spider's web, waiting for its inevitable fate.
"I can hear your heartbeat, baby. How desperately that fragile fist-sized muscle is trying so hard to understand what was happening," he peppered kisses down to her neck and then to her heart. His eyes burned holes in them. Those delicious mounds appeared even more appetizing up close. The cloth between his lips and her skin offered no aid. His gaze was so intense that she worried if that satin top would melt under his fiery gaze. He gently kissed there, puckering his lips, taking the skin into his mouth. Autumn clutched the bark with her nails, scratching it.
He laid his head there, listening to her rapid heart beating like a wild stallion in the wild. Her chest movement lulled into peaceful movement. "What do you want?" she suppressed her raging fear. She was so stressed that she was worried she would collapse any second now.
"You know Autumn. You know what I want," he didn't lift his head. He kissed her cleavage and rubbed his head on her chest. Clutching the buttons between his teeth, he began undoing her shirt. She tried, she tried stopping him, but why wouldn't her lips move? Why wouldn't her body cooperate with her?
She could see each button, each piece away from her modesty, opening her assets to this monster. The girl's eyes clenched shut, and her fists closed tight. One, two, three, he undid all of them. "So fucking pretty," he muttered, eyeing her treasure behind her shirt, "you know," he rubbed the cigar on her pebbled nipple. He could tell the shape and color of those beautiful buds.
He rubbed the cigar on it, making them erect. A glistening glimmer appeared in his bright blue eyes the minute he saw them erect. The thing was hot like a smoldering iron, hurting her buds. "I thought," he licked his dry lips. He was going to shoot God for creating a fuck worthy creature.
"I thought black was our thing, but looking at this purple underwear, I might think you are my Violetta," his words were like a slap on her dignity. How can a man be this shameless?
She slapped his hand away, "I will never give what you want. I refuse to take part in your sick obsession," her voice was definite. Though she was trembling from the inside, she cannot let this man know how much he was affecting her.
Zyler laughed. His voice echoed through the forest like a demonic chorus, a cacophony of madness and power. The sound sent a shrill down to her toes as if each note was a knife slicing through her skin. The trees rustled ominously in the wind, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching her. She felt like a trapped animal, alone in the dark with a predator circling her.
As the laughter subsided, Zyler's voice became low and dangerous, a whisper that seemed to come from every direction at once. "Then I will kill each and everyone you care about," he cautioned, his tone dangerously soft. That sounded like a regular dialogue in a movie that every villain speaks, but he knows it works. As long as people have weaknesses, he will keep exploiting them.
"Daddy dearest is a real estate agent, isn't he?" Zyler purred, pressing the pipe harder into Autumn's nipple. The pink flesh puckered, begging for his touch. She might deny this all she wanted, but her body told him to go with his desires. He will listen to her body, not to her innocent mind. "Imagine his business crumbling and mommy dearest falling ill and dying," he mused, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Those big, beautiful eyes of yours won't be able to save them from their impending doom, baby. No matter how wide you make them." Autumn's eyes widened in terror, and she struggled against his grasp.
"Please, no," she begged.
"Oh, no, baby. I don't like to kill them instantly," Zyler continued, his voice devoid of any emotion. "First, I'll take away everything they hold dear, their business, their health, and then their lives." He paused, relishing in the fear that radiated off of Autumn. "But don't worry, my love. You'll be safe with me. You'll never have to worry about anything ever again." He pressed his lips onto the place where the hot pipe was against earlier—licking it and easing the burn.
"You are not that cruel," she tried to tell him he doesn't have to do it.
"Oh, sweetheart, you give me far too much credit," he sneered with a wicked grin. "You're adorable. But honestly, your faith in my goodness is like a delightful comedy show in my dark little world. Keep it up. I could use the entertainment," at this point, Autumn had no clue what even to say. What can someone even say? He resumed his work on her beautiful body.
He leaned in closer, his lips touching her neck. This is where he will mark her. He dug his teeth deep into her skin, so deep it could puncture the nerves beneath her supple skin, and they did. He cracked the skin, and it oozed her life essence out. He will leave a mark, a mark that will never fade. He nipped at her skin, sucking it, biting it, not letting it go. He released her neck only after he created an art of beautiful blue and purple marks on her neck, a full trail of them leading to her chest. A path to her eternal heavenly beautiful buds.
He rested his tongue an inch above her clothed nipples. "Oh baby," he moaned as her buds were trying to escape the lace bra.
"Your beauty is the kind that would make even the devil himself kneel before you," he breathed into her ear, his fingers tracing the curve of her neck. "And the things I want to do to you would make him blush with envy," she had not even a single clue on what to think or what he was talking about.
How amazing it would be to fuck her then and there, the trees and the sun as witnesses. The desperation her body was under fueled his wild desire. She was making him want to do unfathomable damage to her body. He wanted to melt, let loose under his touch. And he did. He listened to the demons in his head. He let her nipples go and reached her pretty face.
The trees up above did not let the light enter. Peering into her eyes, he got lost. Those eyes were so fucking sexy. One look into them, and he is gone. He had never seen eyes so seductive and enticing. "What are you?" he was so gone he couldn't tell who she was. Was she a siren? A mermaid? A fucking fairy? What is she? It was as if his eyes were drunk, as if he was drunk. He couldn't help but feel himself growing aroused at the sight of her, his body reacting instinctively to her beauty and allure. It was a hunger he couldn't deny, a craving only she could satisfy.
Her eyes were like a kaleidoscope, shifting colors with every movement, the green and gold swirls creating a mesmerizing pattern that drew him in. They were like the ocean on a sunny day, a mix of hazel, green, and gold that shimmered in the light, inviting him to dive in and explore their depths. Or perhaps they were like the leaves in the autumn, a mix of gold and green that reminded him of the changing seasons and the beauty of nature.
Zyler felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed into her eyes, the green and hazel dancing in the flickering light of the moon. They were like two stars in the night sky, shining brightly and filled with a passion that set his very soul ablaze. Those fucking eyes made him so fucking horny like a dog. He traced the rim of her lips with his finger, his touch feather-light, as if afraid he might break her delicate beauty. But that is what he wanted, isn't he? To touch her, hurt her, mend her, fix her as he willed.
And in one lunge, he kissed her forehead and then her eyes. She closed her eyes, feeling disgusted. Zyler's lips moved across her face. Autumn felt her body come alive with desire, that traitor body. It was as if he was painting her skin with fire, igniting every nerve ending and leaving her breathless. His kisses were like the flames of a wildfire, consuming her in their intensity.
She could feel his hands exploring her body, tracing the curves and contours with a feather-light touch that left her wanting more. His breath was hot against her ear, and she could feel the subtle brush of his stubble against her skin. She felt his lips touching her cheek and lingered there. Her chubby cheeks suffered immensely under his sinful lips. His hands were rough, calloused from a life of violence, but as they trailed over her skin, it was as if they had found their rightful place. They moved with a fluidity that belied their true nature, caressing her with a gentleness that seemed impossible for a man like him. She could feel the strength in them, the power that could quickly snuff out a life, but at this moment, all she felt was his desire for her.
As he pressed his lips against her face, a fierce passion took hold, like a wildfire racing across a dry landscape. Each tender touch was a spark, igniting the embers deep within her soul. He kissed every corner of her face with relentless fervor, leaving no inch untouched by the inferno of his desire. The heat of his breath fanned the flames, weaving a symphony of sensation that consumed her completely. He was lost in the whirlwind of ardor, swept away by the powerful current that flowed between them, where fire and longing met in a breathtaking dance of passion.
And then he reached her lips. Those pretty petals. That honey oozing flesh. "Look at me, Autumn," he commanded, and she did. She could tell see them. His eyes, dark and intense, held a devilish hunger as he gazed upon her angelic face. The world around him faded away as if sensing the volatile mix of innocence and darkness that was about to collide. He leaned in, his breath hot and intoxicating, a whisper of temptation that lured her closer. He inspected something in her eyes and instantly slammed his lips to hers.
His hand, strong yet sinister, cradled her delicate face, drawing her into his infernal embrace. His lips, a dangerous seduction, met hers with fervor, igniting a spark between them that was both passionate and perilous. His lips were soft, but hers were softer, softer than the finest silk everywhere. His tongue sought entrance, but she wasn't giving him that. He pulled back, "you either let me in, or I will take fuck you here, hard and rough," he threatened her. Something told her he would do it. "You better not reject me," he gripped her lower lip between his teeth and bit on it harder. And she gave in. She didn't want to be railed in that forest.
Zyler released her lower lip and pushed his tongue inside her mouth, reaching the deepest corners of it. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey, her like watermelon and peaches. She hated all of it. His kisses were like whiplashes on her skin, breaking her, taking it without her consent. He stroked the roof of her mouth and the corner of her cheeks. His tongue brushed hers, and she was visibly disgusted. Her expression did not show she was enjoying it. Rather, she was angry and irritated.
As he deepened the kiss, his tongue sought entrance, coaxing her to submit to his wicked desires. He moved with deliberate intensity, each action a masterful dance of temptation fueled by the dark power within him. His tongue swept through her mouth, claiming every corner, marking her as his own.
The forbidden connection between them was intoxicating, like a storm brewing on the horizon, a blend of fear and desire that could not be denied. His passionate pursuit of her innocence was relentless, the devil in him reveling in the conquest of her purity.
He finally broke away, leaving her breathless, her angelic eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and fear. At that moment, he knew he had tasted the sweetness of her innocence, forever binding them in a passionate struggle between light and darkness.
Autumn struggled to breathe. He raked his fingers in his hair. "Come to the States with me," he asked between the slew of kisses he was spilling all over her face. The girl didn't have the brain to comprehend it. She was still reeling from how her stalker kissed her forcefully. "Come to the States with me, sweetheart," he traced her lips which were now bleeding due to his assault.
"No," she rejected him. He must be lost in his head if he thinks she will go anywhere with him.
His eyes narrowed as she rejected his offer, and a wicked grin slowly spread across his face. The sunlight cast eerie shadows around them, while the sound of leaves rustling in the wind sent shivers down her spine. The cold, damp earth beneath her feet only heightened her growing sense of unease.
"You never learn, baby, do you?" he teased, his voice oozing with sarcasm. "All right, sweetie pie, how about we make this more interesting? A little game, perhaps, hmm?" he licked his lips. Her torn-out clothes and his marks on her body were too good to ignore.
His tone was playful yet dark, making her feel both amused and uneasy. Her hands trembled slightly, and her breaths came in shallow, rapid gasps as he continued, "You run, escape, try your best to hide. I'll even be a gentleman and give you a head start. If I find you," he chuckled "and trust me, I'm like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out my favorite people," he had hunted before her in these woods, he knows them like the back of his hand, "you're coming with me to the States, no questions asked. But, if you somehow manage to outwit me, I'll tip my hat to your cunning and let you go." He knew she wouldn't win, but it would make it interesting to give her a choice and take it away.
The mischievous glint in his eyes and the mix of humor and menace in his voice made it clear that this game was anything but ordinary. As her heart pounded in her chest, she realized that her future now depended on her ability to outsmart her dark, enigmatic pursuer while navigating the sinister atmosphere of the world around her.
As his words hung in the cold air, he leaned in closer, his breath warm and unnerving against her ear. "Now, my little dahlia," he whispered, each syllable dripping with menace, "it's time for you to run."
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and a shudder ran down her spine as she felt the true weight of his threat. In that chilling moment, she knew that her only chance of survival was to flee into the darkness and hope that she could evade the sinister presence that now pursued her with a predatory hunger.
Well.... Well... well.... Will Atty win?