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AUTUMN

T he predatory look in his eye made me run.

I’ve never had a doubt in my mind that Heath wouldn’t hurt me…

. until now. His gaze is so different, it’s like he wants to rip me apart instead of holding me close.

I dash out of the truck so fast I nearly fall as I run up to the old home.

I’ve personally never been out here because I just do not like getting involved in teen raging activities, even when I was in high school, I just couldn’t do it.

I burst through the front door letting the knob hit the wall as I do.

I don’t have much time to run anywhere. I could go towards the kitchen and dining room, but I doubt that leads to anything and going upstairs is asking to be trapped.

With all my knowledge of the horror movies I’ve watched, I decide the grand living room is my best bet.

I run though and find a small alcove between the stairs and a wall that’s just big enough to fit my body. Even if he does find me, he can’t fit back here. I nestle in the corner just in time.

“Little Traitor, your time is up!” Heath comes into the house.

I listen to the sound of his boots move around.

He’s going the opposite way, but he could be trying to trick me in case I was still running around, I’d be caught.

I shrink back farther into the corner as his boots change direction and now, they come towards me.

Shit.

Fear streaks through me now as it is a possibility for him to find me but still, I do not move a muscle. I suck in a breath. “Autumn, come out.” He hums walking around the living room.

“You’ve gotten better at this game.” He says and tosses something causing it to break.

I have gotten better. I used to suck at hiding.

Maybe the fear is what’s keeping me quiet and hidden.

Whatever it is, I'm glad it’s working. Heath walks slowly down the small hallway where I’m located, like he’s calculating his steps. He knows I’m nearby.

For some reason Heath has always been exceptionally and annoyingly good at finding me. I’m not sure how he always knows where to find me, but he does. This time he surprises me as he walks right past my hiding spot.

“Fuck.” He curses, annoyed he didn’t find me as fast as he had hoped for. I smile to myself feeling proud I managed to escape him. I wait until I don’t hear very much in the distance before peeking out of the alcove.

He’s gone.

I slip off my heels and gently pull myself out then stand up.

I must move because I know if he doesn’t find me anywhere else, he will come back, and I’ll be a sitting duck.

I carefully tiptoe out of the living room and decide upstairs is the best choice right now considering he may still be downstairs.

I creep up the stairs carefully, staying in the center as that area most likely creeks the least.

As I ascend the stairs small little electric candles come into view lighting up the hall dimly.

They line each side of the hall with flower petals leading down the center of the hall.

Against my better judgement I go down the flower path.

I know this is most likely a trap, but Heath isn’t up here and what’s the harm in looking.

Maybe I could even slip back out before he comes up.

I glance behind me making sure Heath didn’t sneak up on me. He didn’t. I move forward down the hall, letting the little lights guide me to the last door. The door is left slightly open. This is most definitely a trap, but I can’t help but push the door open.

Inside is a large room with a four-poster king sized bed at the front between two arched windows fully made.

Candles are placed around the room and a little space heater is on the side.

There’s a fireplace in the center of the left wall but it’s unlit with a little table in front that has bottles of water and Cool Ranch Doritos.

My favorite chips. I walk inside farther looking around.

This was done recently as everything looks brand new.

I run my hand along the covers of the bed feeling the velvet texture of it. So luxurious. I wonder how he got these here and why?

“Found you.” I look up seeing Heath standing in the doorway holding handcuffs, with a mask on his face. Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have done this, but curiosity kills the cat. “I figured this would catch your attention.” He walks closer coming into the room and closes the door.

I’m completely trapped now. What did I get myself into?

“Now I get to have you.”

“What are you playing at?” I ask. He slowly walks towards me, the pit inside my stomach growing heavier.

“I want you to be as consumed by me as I have been you.” He answers and chills spread across my body.

I take in a deep breath backing myself up until I hit the wall.

Shit. He gets closer towering over me as I press myself into the wall.

Seeing him in the mask makes me weak in the knees. I love it so much I think I hate it.

“How will you do that?” I unfortunately stammer.

His hands slam on the wall behind me, trapping me between him and it.

“By giving you a craving and taking it away.” He smirks, pressing himself into me.

The thinness of my dress allows me to feel all the parts of him making me tingle inside.

His smell overwhelms my nose, suddenly causing me to relax into him.

I should be ashamed that my body reacts the way it does when it comes to him, but I’m not.

He takes his finger and places it under my chin lifting it, so I look into his eyes. The most perfect eyes I’ve ever seen. “Drop the shoes.” He commands. It takes me a few seconds, but I do it. They clatter onto the floor, and he immediately snatches my arm up and puts on one of the cuffs.

“Tonight, I own you.” His words melt me. I know this is supposed to be revenge but at this moment I don’t care. “You will take everything I give you.” Heath removes his hand from my chin and places it on my waist guiding me to the bed.

Now the fear is back but arousal is here too.

I can feel my panties growing wetter as he pushes me to lay across the poster bed on my stomach.

He spreads my legs apart and handcuffs me to the poster bed.

“Stay like this.” He demands. I listen to him reach into his leather jacket pocket before bending down.

His hands lightly brush my leg before I feel a scratchy object work itself around my ankle.

He’s tying my feet, oh my god.

“Heath what are you doing?” I ask, the worry is evident in my voice. No response. He finishes and stands back up while grabbing my waist. He glides his hands down my waist and under my dress then snatches my panties down all in one seamless motion.

“Heath?” I try again. I know where this is going and as much as it excites me, I’ve never been on the receiving end of hate sex.

I want to say no, but I can’t. It feels too good; the anticipation is too good.

My mouth can’t even form the words to stop him.

I want this and I know it. I want him to fuck me while wearing his mask from behind.

I jerk forward as his fingers glide over my outer lips.

With his spare hand he slides it up my back and latches onto my neck, squeezing it tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re already so wet for me.

” He whispers in my ear as he continues to rub my clit.

A clumsy moan escapes my mouth when he pushes the tip of his finger inside me.

“Perfect.” He whispers to himself and pulls his finger out.

I go cold, missing the warmth of his finger inside me.

Heath shuffles behind me and I hear his belt come undone.

My stomach flutters in delight hearing the sound of his pants and belt hit the floor.

Within seconds he has his tip rubbing against my entrance causing my body to warm in anticipation.

Without warning Heath plunges inside of me pushing me forward flat onto the bed.

“Fuck,” is the only thing I manage to say as the sudden feeling of being full takes over. There's a bit of pain mixed with the pleasure as he starts to pull out and plunge right back into me. His grip on my neck increases along with his thrusts.

“Heath, that’s…. too…. fast.” I tell him, breathlessly.

“Take it.” He demands, gripping my neck harder and thrusting into me with more force than before.

My legs buckle because of the rapid pace he is going, leaving me a whimpering mess.

I yank at the handcuffs but with no avail.

A dazed feeling overcomes me and my orgasm crashes through me.

I bask in the sensations as Heath hits my cervix.

This isn’t like the gentle sex we used to have where I could see the love in his eyes, instead he’s using me. Making me his, causing me to cum over and over again as he pounds into me.

“That’s right, cum for me Little Traitor.

” He whispers in my ear, pushing me farther into the bed causing himself to go deeper.

I moan out, unable to hold in the pleasure I feel.

My body is worn out as he continues ravishing me and I feel myself go slightly limp.

Another orgasm rips through me and I have an out of body experience as I cry out in tandem with Heath hitting my cervix.

Tears start to stream down my face as he keeps relentlessly pounding into me.

My vision begins to go fuzzy, and my legs weaken. “I’m done with you.” Heath pulls out of me and I slump down onto the bed. Heath shuffles around, I’m guessing to pull up his pants and then I hear him walk away. A bottle of water gets tossed beside me onto the bed.

“Drink.” With the little strength I have I open it and try to drink it.

Our mixed fluids drip down my leg as I try to scoot myself onto the bed.

Oh my god he didn’t use a condom. I am on the pill but it’s scary.

I need a Plan B as soon as possible. I toss the water aside and I try to lay down as comfortably as possible on the bed.

I look over my shoulder to look around and see that Heath is gone.

He left me here. Alone .

I wasn’t good enough for Cole and now I’m not good enough for Heath anymore. Silent tears start to form as I turn my head away facing the window still tied to the bed.

Maybe he will come back.