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HARPER

My heart races, thumping against my chest, as I sprint with all my might.

Why aren’t they following me? I know them. There’s not a chance they would give up that easily.

I run for what feels like an endless stretch of time before finally slowing my pace to catch my breath.

Fuck. I can’t keep track of how many houses I passed in the pitch-black darkness. The only illumination comes from the festive Christmas lights adorning the houses, casting a warm and colourful glow onto the road.

Bending down to catch my breath, I’m startled by the distorted voice coming from behind me.

“Wrong thing to do, my little prey.”

Tensing up, I slowly turned my head in that direction.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Fuck.

The darkness prevents me from seeing their face, but the long black gown and hood are unmistakable.

Judging by its tall and confident stance, despite the black mask that covers his face, I’m fairly certain it’s a male.

Oh my god! My stalker. My stalker is fucking here!

“Didn’t anyone ever warn you about talking to strangers and not stopping?” he laughs.

As I stay silent, I feel my heart pounding and take a slow step back, my palms becoming clammy.

Surely if I scream, someone will hear me, right?

“What do you want?” I ask, my voice trembling as I continue to inch backward.

“Mmmm,” he almost growls. “Do you know that song by Mariah Carey?” What the hell is he talking about? “All I want for Christmas is you, my little prey.” He stops for a second, gesturing behind me. “You better run because once I catch you, I’m keeping you.”

The seriousness in his voice makes me react instinctively.

Bloody hell. I should’ve gone with my brothers. Is this my punishment for refusing to back down?

Turning with lightning speed, my bag slips off my shoulder and hits the ground, but I don’t break my stride.

I run.

I’m still stuck in my skirt uniform, which makes running a real challenge. I really should have changed before leaving, but the boys didn’t give me any other option.

Running to the left, I dash through Miss Olga’s garden.

Being an elderly woman, she spends most of her time at her son’s place, and based on the absence of light, I’m confident she is not home.

“Looks like you’re cornered,” he chuckles.

I refuse to turn my head and attempt to leap over the fence, but its height is daunting, and my feet keep slipping with each attempt to scale it.

Damn it.

Just as my foot finds a grip on the fence, I hear his footsteps getting closer, quickening my heart rate. He forcefully grabs my hips, abruptly pulling me downwards. I stumble, my balance lost, and find myself facing him. The impact of my back against the fence leaves me breathless.

In a split second, he seizes my hands and tightly binds them together before lifting them and securing them onto the fence.

Did he just handcuff me?

“So pretty,” he whispers like a maniac, his hands caressing my cheek.

I don’t dare to move.

I can’t move.

He made sure of it by cuffing them to the fence.

The moment his hand touches my neck, my heart leaps into my throat, my hands shaking.

“I’ve been dying to touch you.”

“A-are you going to kill me?” My voice is shaking as the words leave my lips.

“Kill you?” He tilts his head to the side before leaning closer to my ear. “I’ll kill everyone that tries to kill you, little prey.”

There’s something about his words that ignites a gentle warmth within me.

“W-What do you want?”

“What do I want?” The air grows tense as he pulls out a knife, the chilling touch of its blade filling me with a sense of dread. “I want to know if this chase left you as soaked as it left me hard.”

Fear overwhelms me as his hand slowly traces down my stomach, slipping beneath my skirt and cradling my pussy over my tights.

“I can smell your arousal from here.” He forcefully tears open my tights and swiftly pushes my underwear to the side.

As the cold metal of the blade grazes my skin, I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

“Do you want me to touch you, little prey?”

My voice stays stuck in my throat.

Do I want it?

I’ve never dared to share my darkest fantasies with anyone, not even with my Master.

His laughter, distorted and wicked, sent a wave of unease through the air.

“Fear looks good on you,” his voice drips with sadistic satisfaction. “And you should be afraid.”

“W-What are you doing?” I whimper, sensing the icy touch of the blade brushing against my clit, only to be replaced by the warmth of the blade’s handle.

My lips part in a gasp as I desperately try to close my legs under the pressure of the knife.

“Tsss,” he forces my legs back open. “You’re going to come with the palpable fear coursing through your veins as the knife grazes your flesh,” he exhales deeply. “You’re going to come, questioning whether I’m going to fuck your cunt with this knife or if I’m going to bury my cock deep in it.”

A mixture of fear and desire surges through me as he slowly begins to move the handle over my clit.

“M-My brothers,” I mumble as I feel the knife going up and down my clit. “They’ll find me, and they’ll kill you.”

His laughter is a mix of sinister and mechanical, as it echoes through the air, enhanced by the voice-altering machine.

“You better come fast, then. I can feel the slippery wetness of your cunt coating both my knife and my hand. You like that, don’t you? Getting knife-fucked by a stranger.” He quickens his movements, causing a surge of pleasure that makes it hard for me to stifle my moan. “What would they say?” he whispers.

“W-Who?” My body tenses up as I press my head against the fence, acutely aware of the frigid contact of the blade on my clit.

“Your brothers, of course. What would they think if they saw their slutty sister getting touched like that? To the brink of orgasm for a stranger? You’re sure not acting like a good little girl right now.”

My vision is consumed by the image of my brothers watching me, and I can’t help but let out a moan in response.

It’s so wrong. But I can’t help it.

“Mmhmm. Dirty little thing. Either it’s the thought of being watched that makes your greedy pussy hump my knife, or it’s the thought of your brothers watching you coming over my knife. Which one is it, Harper Anastasia?”

My eyes close in bliss as waves of pleasure surge through me, flooding my mind with vivid images.

Their images.

“Come for me, little prey. Coat my hand with your juice.”

The images flood my head, each one more wrong, taboo, and forbidden than the last.

As my orgasm reaches its peak, I can’t help but bite my lips, feeling my body convulsing against the fence. Meanwhile, he continues to apply pressure with the knife while his other hand supports me.

Reality hits me like a punch, and I exhale in ragged breaths while my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

What the hell just happened?

Did I just let a stranger—my stalker—knife-fuck me while I was thinking of the twins?

“Good fucking girl.” He cackles manically as he pulls the knife out and raises it menacingly in front of me. “I’m keeping this as a souvenir.” He brings it to his nose and breathes it deeply through his mask. “Perfect.”

My body is still trembling, completely mesmerised by his movements, when my brother’s voice suddenly reaches my ears.

As he detaches my hands quickly, his black mask glimmers under the moonlight before he utters, “I’ll see you soon, Harper Anastasia,” vanishing in a blur, leaving me with the growing sound of my sibling’s voice.

Fuck.