Page 12 of Scaredy Cat

Zach stilled, his mask hiding any emotion, but his body language shifted, becoming less confrontational. "Adopted, you say? That explains their neglect. They should have prepared you for your true destiny. Maybe you wouldn't be bound up before a demon right now if they had."

"What destiny?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of fear and annoyance. "My parents never mentioned anything about powers or special abilities. Is that why you keep calling me a witch?" I burst out laughing, the sound echoing absurdly in the vast room. "That's crazy."

Zach didn't laugh with me. Instead, he stepped closer, reaching out as if to touch me, but then let his hand drop to his side. "God, you have so much to learn. And we have so little time."

My heart sank, and the weight of his words hit me like a physical blow. "What do you mean?"

Zach's eyes glinted, and his voice turned low and menacing. "All you need to do is be willing to give me what I want."

"By tying us up and threatening us? How is that going to make me willing to help you?"

Zach stepped back, as if considering me from a new perspective.

"True, true. I may have been a little hasty. I also did give you the first orgasm of your life so there’s that.

” I cursed at him and he folded his arms across his naked chest. “Perhaps a deal, then.

I offer you knowledge—an understanding of your power, I can even let you keep it if we get rid of old Matt here—and in return, you give me your word that you'll consider my proposal. "

I hesitated, unsure if I could trust this strange, menacing figure.

But the offer of knowledge was tempting, and the desire to understand the strange occurrences that had haunted me for years was too great.

My need for power was growing from feeling so helpless and taking over any semblance of sanity.

"Very well," Zach said, taking my silence as agreement. "The deal is struck. Now, let's get started, shall we?"

Leaving my question unanswered was infuriating. "Started with what?"

My mind whirled as I recalled the events leading up to our abduction.

Let’s get chased in the fucking forest. Let’s allow a stranger to tongue fuck you against a tree.

I mean, my friends were absolutely right–How had I been so careless?

Note to self, if I get out of this: Go back to being a boring bitch.

"Come on, Zach, just let him go. He hasn't done anything."

"He hasn't, has he?" Zach's tone turned mocking. "He let you and your dark, twisted desires fester because he couldn't step up. Is that why you came so hard on my face in the woods?"

"I won't choose," I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me. "I won't play."

Zach simply lifted the mask briefly to show me his face. And why did his expression scare me more than that mask had? "Your five minutes are up. His blood or your magic?"

I stared at him, my mouth dry, my heart pounding. My gaze dropped to the knife he held out, its bronze surface shimmering.

Blood.

"Fine, I'll play your damn game." I stood and took a menacing step forward, ignoring the tremble in my legs, and snatched the knife from his hand. "I choose him. Let's get this over with."

Zach's eyes glittered with a mix of triumph and dark amusement before he put the mask back over his face. He moved to stand beside me, his tall form towering over Matt's limp body.

"Atta girl. Now, put it right through his chest. Or slit his throat. Whichever you'd prefer."

My hands shook as I gripped the knife. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and turned toward Matt. My eyes flickered to his peaceful face, his chest rising and falling gently.

In a swift motion, I pretended to kneel beside him, but instead, I spun on my heels, raising the knife high, aiming for Zach's throat. I put all my weight behind the blow, a scream of frustration and anger tearing from me as I lunged.

Zach was faster. He caught my wrist mid-swing, his grip like iron. The knife clattered to the floor, and I cried out as I watched it drop. He wrenched my arm, twisting it behind my back, forcing a pained gasp from my lips.

"Naughty kitty. Didn't I tell you to choose wisely?"

His other arm snaked around my waist, pulling me tight against his chest. I struggled, kicking and squirming, but it was no use. He was too strong.

"Let me go!" I screamed.

Zach chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. "Oh, I will, little kitty. But I need your soul first. We need to speed things up. We're running out of time."

He forced me down, my back crushing against his chest as he pushed me to the ground. My breath left me in a rush as the air was forced from my lungs. I struggled to breathe, panic rising in my chest.

Then I felt his hand on my thigh, hiking up my skirt. Humiliation and rage warred in me as I twisted and bucked backward, trying to free myself from his grip.

"Zach, stop!" I screamed, my voice breaking. "Please, let me go! Don’t do this. Don’t, please ."

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. I heard the sound of a zipper and rustle of his pants and then his hand moved higher, his touch rough and intrusive.

I only felt his fingers at my bare cunt for a moment, spreading my wetness along my opening.

When I felt the head of his cock rubbing along my slit, I choked on a gasp because there was definitely something different about it.

Was that … metal? Was he pierced? Then he was inside me, filling me, and I cried out because he was definitely pierced at the tip and all the way down in what I could only imagine was the infamous Jacob’s Ladder I had read about in romance books.

I felt exposed and helpless, my body positioned on all fours over Matt, my fishnets torn and tattered, my judgment shattered.

As Zach thrust into me, a searing pain shot through my body. It was more than just the physical intrusion—it was as if something was tearing inside me, deep within my very soul and it had nothing to do with the piercings and everything to do with the man attached to them.

And then I saw it. A purple aura radiated from my skin, spreading across the room. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. It was happening again.

"What... what's happening?" I managed to gasp between his relentless thrusts.

Zach's breathing quickened, becoming more ragged as he drove into me with increasing force.“That’s your magic, baby. That’s you letting it go."

I didn't understand what he was saying. All I knew was the pain and the strange, glowing aura that seemed to be pouring out of me. It was like my body was a vessel, channeling some unknown energy, and I had no control over it.

The purple light grew brighter, filling the room with an otherworldly glow. I felt a surge of power coursing through me, and for a moment, I thought I could break free of Zach's hold. But then his hands gripped my hips tighter, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my pussy.

My cries turned to whimpers as the pleasure and pain blended into an intense, overwhelming sensation. I couldn’t believe it, my body betrayed me as it reacted to Zach's touch, even as my mind rebelled against what was happening.

Zach must have felt it too because his grip on me tightened, and his breath quickened against my neck.

He tossed the skull mask aside, revealing his face—and I twisted mine just enough to look back at him.

Then his teeth sank into the flesh of my neck, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me.

His hands found their way under my sweater, expertly finding my nipples through the thin lace of my bra, and he pinched and twisted, sending shocks of sensation straight to my core.

I thrashed and moaned, unable to control the sounds that tore from my throat. It was a heady mix of pain and pleasure, and I felt myself falling deeper under Zach's spell… which was funny to me, seeing as how I was the one who was supposed to be a witch.

But then, beneath me, I felt movement. Matt was stirring, his body twitching as he began to wake from his drugged slumber.

Mortification hit me like a physical blow. I sobbed, my body shaking with the force of my tears. Here I was, helplessly pinned down, being taken by this monster, and the person I had dated all month, was waking up to witness it all.

"No, please, Zach," I begged. "He's waking up. Stop."

But Zach ignored my pleas, his pace only quickening. "Let him watch, little kitty. Let him see what a real man can do with a pussy this fucking exquisite."

I couldn't bear to look at Matt, to see the horror and confusion on his face as he witnessed my defilement. So, I closed my eyes, wishing I could block out the whole world. But the sensations only intensified, and I felt myself spiraling deeper into a vortex of pleasure as Zach’s pierced cock stretched me with every thick, hot inch of him.

Zach's breath was ragged against my ear, his growls of pleasure spurring me on.

The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room, echoing off the walls.

I should have been so ashamed. I should have been absolutely appalled by what I was doing.

But, I had never felt pleasure like this before…

and unlike the demon taking me from behind, I was only human.

My cries turned to mewls of pleasure, and I knew, in that moment, that I was lost. Whatever Zach wanted from me, I would give it. My willpower was gone, replaced by a desperate need for more.

I was panting, my body trembling, and my mind reeling. I felt exposed, used, and yet, I wanted more. The purple aura still flickered around me, and I felt its power coursing through my veins.

Matt stirred again beneath me, and I finally found the strength to look at him. His eyes were open, and they widened in shock and horror as he took in the scene.

"No, Matt, I—" I started, but Zach cut me off.

"Shhh, little kitty. Let him see what he's missed out on by being a tragic piece of shit, shall we?"

Zach’s movements slowed for a few moments and I heard something clank behind me as it hit the floor before he was pulling something around my throat. My mouth opened to scream but my head snapped backward from the force of him pulling on the cold leather until we locked eyes.

“I don’t have a leash for my pet, so my belt will have to do.”

I could do nothing but take in how the belt tightened when he pulled, his eyes unyielding as it drank in my filthy position. The way they flashed like uranium glass under a blacklight should have been terrifying, but I was starting to crave those eyes on mine.

I didn't care that Matt was watching, his eyes wide with shock and disgust. All I could focus on was the overwhelming sensation of Zach inside me, the friction that had me teetering on the edge.

Matt found his voice, his words laced with hatred. " You sick bitch! I always knew you were off, but this? What the fuck is wrong with you? You're a freak."

His words sliced through me, but the physical pleasure drowned out the emotional pain. I was hyper aware of Zach's body behind me, the hard muscle of his thighs as they made contact with mine, and the hard thrust of his hips.

Zach lessened the hold on his makeshift leash and allowed some more oxygen back into my lungs but I continued to look back at him. He whispered in my ear, "You can have this forever, little kitty. I can give this to you every night for the rest of your life."

Then I felt it—a knife pressed into my hand. My fingers curled around the hilt, and it was like I had no qualms about doing the unthinkable. The power I felt in that moment was indescribable. I knew I could end it all with a single stroke, and the thought excited me.

Matt's voice, filled with loathing, spurred me on. "Did you hear me? You're a freak, Stacey! Always have been. Get the fuck off me, you crazy psychos."

His words cut deep, but instead of hurting me, they fueled the fire burning within. I wanted to show him just how powerful I was, to make him take back every cruel word he'd ever said to me.

Zach sensed my growing need, and he rocked inside me with a delicious rhythm to match how my ass pushed back against him. "That's it. Let it all out. You’re so amazing, baby. Such a perfect, sexy witch. Gonna teach you everything."

My breath quickened, and I felt my orgasm building.

It was like a dam breaking, a rush of pleasure and power that threatened to overwhelm me.

When Zach reached under me to pull one of my breasts from the confines of my bra and sweater so he could grip it tightly as a means to anchor the snaps of his hips, my mind went blank.

And in that moment, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

“Feel my cock, Stacey. Let it heal this part of you. Embrace what was always meant to be yours. Let me fuck the past right out of this perfect pussy.”

That was it. The magic words.

As my climax crashed over me, I lunged forward, knife in hand, and drove it straight into Matt's chest. I felt the blade sink in, and the feel of Matt’s heartbeat through his chest mimicked the pulse of my pussy throbbing with release.

The room seemed to spin as my orgasm took over, and I cried out, unable to contain magical energy that made the room light up in a hazy lavender explosion of light.

Zach held me tight as I rode out my orgasm, his hands gentle on my body. It was such a stark contrast to the brutality of what I'd just done that my vision blurred. The knife protruded from Matt's chest, and I watched, mesmerized, as blood began to bloom on his shirt.

Matt's eyes went wide, and his mouth opened and closed as if he couldn't quite process what had happened. I watched as blood pooled in his mouth and he choked on the crimson liquid as it flooded his lungs. I always thought he’d OD, but here I was - drunk on my own kind of drug, killing him instead.

Then, the gurgling that held my attention stopped and his eyes glazed over.

"You did it," Zach breathed, his voice hoarse.

"You chose."