Page 11 of Hollow House

At first, I didn’t move, unsure if I heard him correctly. Did he mean it? Where was I supposed go?

“Run, love,” he whispered into my ear.

Without thinking, I took off. My pace was slow, my heels preventing me from fully running, but I tried my best.

The halls were confusing, and each turn I committed to had me further lost. I couldn’t turn back, not when he’d ordered me to run.

Something about the way he spoke, the command so confident—I couldn’t ignore it.

I slowed down to look back over my shoulder. The Wraith rounded the corner, and I smiled playfully, but then my heart nearly stopped. The glint of metal in his hands was so small, I thought I missed it. There was no possible way I was correct.

But the longer I stood without moving as he gained on me, the more unmistakable the object became.

In his hands, he twirled and toyed with a knife.

My heart stopped all together, and I choked on a gasp.

Move , I commanded myself.

Fucking move!

I ran faster down the hall, away from the man I was now convinced was trying to murder me. Was this because of my small freak out before?

Is this what took place in this house?

Why no one knew the secrets and inner workings of Hollow House?

The mansion was a labyrinth, endless halls and turns that looped in circles. I kept trying to get away, only to find myself closer and closer to the predator stalking me.

Out of breath, I turned down one last hall with a couple of doors lining it.

At the end, a staircase led downstairs. I prayed he would assume I had chosen the stairs.

Before he could turn the corner and catch up, I slipped quietly inside the third door.

Even if he checked the first room, would he waste time checking the rest?

Inside was a bed that looked unused for years, a small nightstand, and deep maroon curtains covering the single window. To my right, a closet called my attention, and I ran for it. Slipping inside, I closed the door as softly as I could, terrified any tiny noise would give me away.

Was this his whole plan?Get my attention and have me drop my walls so he could kill me? Was this why no one knew what went on inside Hollow House? People didn’t survive long enough to share?

Eventually, I heard the footsteps echoing in the hall, slow and meticulous. I held my breath, waiting for them to move on. Items brushed against the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

The footsteps stopped, and I thought he moved on. I could wait a few more minutes then slip out and run for the gate. If I could at least make it down to the main party, the cover of the crowd and so many witnesses had to be a way to stop his chase.

A creaking noise pulled me from the thought, and I held my breath, terrified it would give me away.

“Did you think you could hide here forever?” he asked just before he tore open the closet door.

“No, please!” I screamed, pulling my arm away, but failing.

He dragged me over to the bed and pushed me onto it. My back slammed into it, and the Wraith from earlier, the man who gracefully wrung pleasure from me, was gone, replaced by a predator who didn’t give a shit about being gentle.

He pinned me to the bed, my arms above my head. I writhed beneath him, but he didn’t budge.

“Please,” I whispered. “Don’t hurt me. I won’t write the article.”

It was the only thing I could think to say. It wouldn’t matter if I was dead. If he killed me, the information I gathered here would remain safe forever. Why was I even bothering? I thought of work and Felix, my family. Would anyone notice I was gone? Would they come looking?

I suspected Hollow House had a way to deal with that too.

The Wraith climbed over me, using his weight to keep me in place. He let go of my wrists, and I clawed at him. My entire body thrashed, but the harder I fought, the more his devilish grin spread.

His hands spread my legs, and pulled my dress up revealing my bare pussy to him, the thong already destroyed earlier in the night by him.

He dipped the knife closer to my leg, and I stilled, afraid any sudden movement would cause him to cut me.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

For some reason, I listened. His tone didn’t promise the death I’d become so sure he intended to deliver. Instead, it dripped with desire and lust.

The knife grazed lightly against my leg, but the tip was sharp enough to cut. It was quick and small, not enough to seriously hurt me. I felt a sting in between my thighs and instinctively wanted to reach down, but he stopped my moving hand.

I felt blood drip down my leg, panic taking over. I tried to move from under him, but his weight held me in place again. All I could do was lift my head to see the small beads of blood on the tip of his knife before he placed it to the side..

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Like the rest of us,” he said, admiring his work, “you bleed.”

His fingers trailed up my thigh, rubbing blood along my leg. I could feel the sticky drips now smeared against my leg.

“That’s what connects us all,” he stated. “Everyone here bleeds the same. No matter how badly society wanted to toss us aside, we are all the same underneath.”

The words made zero sense, and I tensed as his fingers moved higher.He found my center and ran a finger along it, wet beyond my control. My body still reacted to his touch, regardless of how afraid I was of him.He dipped a finger inside me, and I let out an involuntary moan.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

Once. Twice. Three times, he pushed into me before pulling his fingers out again.

He ran them down my leg in the same path he’d followed before. He lifted them to his lips, and I could see the mix of my blood and slickness as he licked his fingers clean.

My stomach tensed in a mix of desire and fear.

The Wraith picked the knife up again, and I squirmed under him, afraid of how far he would go next. My legs slammed shut, and that earned me a deadly glare.

“Do not ever close this from me, love,” he warned. He pushed them apart again easily, and I barely fought against him.

My mind screamed at me to run, to put an end to this all, but my body craved his touch. He hadn’t hurt me. I wanted to push that limit, see how far he would take it, feel the pleasure he promised me.

“Stop,” I tried, unsure if I meant it for him or myself.

“Stop what, love?” he asked, pushing a finger back inside me.

He curled it, and I arched my back, wanting more of that feeling and pressure. He refused to touch my clit, instead continuing with teasing pushes in and out of my pussy.

I let out a huff of frustration.

“Stop this?” he asked as he pushed a second finger inside me.

“No,” I said without thinking.

“No?” he questioned and shifted to keep going.His fingers slid in and out in a rhythm I came to crave. The anticipation and absolute pleasure I felt were enough to make my head spin.

Maybe that was why I made the decision. It could be why I was allowing this insanity to continue. Or perhaps, I was just truly as twisted as him.

I shuddered both at the thought and the way his finger curled and stroked inside me.

Why did my entire core tense watching him take me in such a primal way?

“Wraith,” I pleaded and warned all at once.

My own words were confused, partly begging him to keep going and partially terrified of what would happen if he did. He placed the knife to the side and climbed further over me.

“I’m going to teach you what happens to those who run from me,” he growled.

His head dipped and kissed at my neck as I tilted my chin away. Strong hands positioned themselves next to my head, and I felt caged in, like an animal backed into a corner.

He told me to run. I was only following his orders…

I tensed as the nip of pain coursed over my skin, his teeth sinking into my neck. It was hard enough that I knew there’d be a bruise to remind me tomorrow morning. I was shocked it didn’t draw blood.

He pulled back and picked up the knife from beside me. I moved to pull myself away, but his other hand grabbed my thigh and kept me in place.

“I want you to take this like a good girl,” he ordered.

My eyes widened, seeing the hilt of the knife held up for me to see. He inched it closer to my center, and my entire body tensed in anticipation. Panic and fear coursed through me, but something else was there as well.

I wanted this, I realized. I wanted him inside me again.

As twisted and fucked up as it was, I wanted to feel what it was like to have the Wraith press his knife into me, to come on his weapon and watch the look of pure heat that crept into his gaze as I did.

I spread my legs and tried to will my body to relax.

The second the knife pressed to my entrance, I knew I was right. That last feeling was desire. My adrenaline spiked enough for my body to relax and allow the Wraith to slip the knife hilt inside me.

At first, it hurt. The object rubbed against me, raw and hard. The Wraith moved his finger against my clit, helping me ease the tension and urging my body to create the familiar wetness to help ease the pumping of the handle.

It was longer than most, and he held the knife at the closest point to the sharp blade. One wrong move from either of us, and one of us could end up seriously injured.

Why did that thought have my core warming?How sick and twisted was I?

“I need more,” I begged, the feeling of the knife in me not enough.

“What do you desire, love?” he asked.

I was completely and utterly gone from who I was. There was no turning back after this. Whoever I was after would be a new person from whom I was stepping in to Hollow House.

“Ruin me,” I demanded.

“Anything you desire, love,” he said and pulled the knife out, tossing it to the side and helping me out of my dress.

He quickly unzipped his pants, and as he did, I unbuttoned most of his shirt. He finished the last two for me, exposing his beautiful body. It was covered in tattoos, ones I wanted to trace my fingers over.

Before I could get a good look at them, his cock thrust into me, and I let out a gasping moan.

At first, it hurt, his large cock stretching me in ways I didn’t think possible. I could feel every inch of him as he pushed fully into me.

“Finish me,” I begged, wanting to feel the same pleasure he pulled from me twice already.

He continued to thrust into me over and over, my hand reaching down to find my clit to rub in lazy circles, intensifying the feeling.My pussy pulsed around each thrust of his cock.

“So fucking tight,” he growled before pulling out and flipping me around.

I scrambled to get on my knees, my ass backing into him, knees spread for easier access.

I cursed as he pushed into me again, my entire body stumbling forward. I caught myself and arched my back, needing to feel him even better.

His hands gathered my long brown hair and pulled at it. The strands wrapped around his fists, and he tugged, the pain adding to the pleasure as I let out a deep moan.

His thrusts became more untamed, faster, and eventually, he let go of my hair to hold my hips. His hands pulled me back against him, and I could hear my ass slapping against him with each push and pull.

A deep, loud moan escaped my lips as I felt my body explode into tiny bursts of pleasure. He rode me through my orgasm, and my body almost went limp as he finished inside me.His cum leaked down my leg as he pulled out, and I felt the warmth of it running the same path as the cuts he made.

He turned me around, helping me lie on my back and regain my breath.

“This belongs to me,” he said, running a finger along my folds.

“You can have anything you desire here, but you answered my call.”His dark eyes looked over my face for any hint of objection.

“My desire is for you to be mine.” After a second, he spoke again, before I could answer.

“Who does this belong to?” he asked, and I know exactly what he wanted to hear.

Could I give him that?

“Love, don’t test my patience,” he warned, his hand hovering gently over my neck.

One forceful squeeze, and he’d cut off all my air. My back arched slightly, and I reached out to grab his wrist. Surprise flashed through his eyes, assuming I was about to defy him.

Instead, I tugged enough to move his hand firmly against my neck. The light pressure was enough to revive all the desire that had been coursing through me only minutes before.

“You,” I answered quietly, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. “It all belongs to you.”