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Chapter 4

Kristoff

K ristoff was cold, frustrated, impatient .

But underneath all of that? Eager.

They were officially at their getaway for the weekend on their late Valentine’s trip. It was already pitch-black outside, and he still hadn’t gotten his dick wet.

“Come here, sweet pea. My valentine.” Kristoff reached out dragging Ashmine into his lap as she passed by him. The wood in the old recliner dug into his bones, but he ignored it.

Focusing on his girlfriend’s body instead.

She squirmed against him, her soft ass hardening his dick past the point of comfort.

“Professor,” she murmured, her hands finding his lap, trying to escape him.

He grumbled in annoyance, tightening his hold on her instead. As soon as they had arrived at this cabin—which was nothing like the flier—she had insisted on making them food.

When he handed her the flier and told her to book their vacation he had hoped she would be smart enough to ask the correct questions. Make sure their stay would be comfortable.

He was over it, but he would play along for just a bit longer, if only to enjoy their dinner.

He still wasn’t sure how he wanted to play this out.

Did he want her to be willing the first time he fucked her? And then watch in her eyes as he went past her point of comfort? Watch the terror envelope her as he didn’t stop?

Listen to her beg and plead as he did his best to break her?

Fuck .

He was excited. He could hardly contain it. He was fed up, done with this entire charade. His fingers dug into her skin, as he rolled his cock upwards.

I need her blood on my cock.

He wanted to hurt her. She was a nuisance with a sexy body and nothing else to offer.

“Professor? The food is getting cold ,” she whined, attempting to shimmy out of his hold.

He took a few calming breaths, and this time, he let her go. She squealed softly, clearly not knowing how close she had come to her demise. How there was nothing here to laugh about. But Kristoff would show her soon enough.

Ashmine spun back towards the stove.

Which was only a few feet from the recliner.

The ad had shown an isolated luxury cabin, but what they were in was more of a rustic old cottage that needed to be demolished.

However, it had certainly gotten the isolated part right.

There wasn’t another building for as far as he could see, and they were so far off the main road, he doubted anyone would hear her scream.

He hoped the bed was at least in working order, but if not, he would just make do.

“Come here.” Ashmine’s shrill voice grated against his nerves as she set two bowls down on the unstable table that took up half the kitchen’s space.

He didn’t want to join her, but he decided it best to play along…for now. He wanted to eat, to have a bit of fun while she was willing. It would make it all the more thrilling when the night shifted.

Carefully adjusting his dick into his waistband so that she didn’t notice, Kristoff stood haphazardly from the recliner. He walked up behind Ashmine, binding her in his arms.

She was too kind . Too stupid . Too innocent .

Even with all of her irritating habits, he was grateful he had chosen her.

She was curvy, small, weak . He felt larger than life wrapped around her.

He still remembered the day she approached him, her first day at the university, all innocent and doe-eyed asking him for help around the campus.

It was only a few days after he had learned he would need to sacrifice a woman to become a member of their university’s underground society. He had already been taking what he wanted from women for years, but he hadn’t killed any. Yet.

And then she had practically fallen into his lap. A girl with no apparent family, hotter than sin, and an idiot to boot.

The plan had formed instantaneously. Except, she was too sexy for him to not sink his dick into her sweet little pussy at least once before killing her.

And when she called him professor? Well, he hadn’t let her call him anything else since.

In some ways luring women to him was his favorite part and once he had his mind made up on one he wanted, he couldn’t rest until he had her. But Ashmine was different than his previous obsessions. As he continued to stalk her, he realized she wouldn’t go for just a fling, that he would need to take it a step further.

It had taken him longer than he expected, but after a little over a year, he managed to establish a relationship with her and here they were six months after that. How he had managed to not soak his dick with her yet was a mystery, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Unfortunately, every time he had discerned to simply take what he wanted, she always managed to accidentally evade him.

A girl’s trip. A car alarm. A nosey neighbor asking him too many questions.

Why was he outside her house so late at night? Wasn’t he a professor?

Kristoff had wanted to smash the man’s face in, her supposed neighbor.

To him, the stranger looked more like a criminal than Kristoff did.

“Professor,” Ashmine kvetched, wriggling free from him again.

He let her but vowed it would be the last time she would escape his hold.

He didn’t show any of his inner grievances, instead choosing to lower onto the wobbly chair at the table.

Between their food was a vase. A bouquet of dark purple flowers placed neatly inside. Ashmine had brought them in shortly after they arrived, stating how they matched her hair.

Foolish girl. I might be kind enough to throw them on you when I bury you out here.

She took up her spot across from him, beaming at him sweetly.

“Dig in!” She egged him on, watching him expectantly.

He did as she requested. Taking a bite, he had to contain himself at the overly salty flavor.

How did she fuck up pasta? It’s fucking alfredo sauce and boxed noodles with pre-cooked chicken.

Fuck I can’t wait to be done with this charade, and then I can become a member and get all the pussy I want.

“It’s good,” he commented after a few minutes, finishing the entire bowl as quickly as he could muster.

“So fast, you’ll get a stomachache.” Her typical air-headed voice swapped to a different tone. It was monotone. Lifeless.

“Ashmine?” he questioned.

Her black eyes, which had seemed so innocent and soft before, hardened as she narrowed them. Her lips curled cruelly, her entire face morphing before him. “Kristoff, are you ready to have some fun?”

Kristoff’s stomach turned uneasily.

What is going on? Why does she look like an entirely different person? Is it the lighting of this atrocious cabin?

Her eyes softened. “Silly, aren’t we going to have fun tonight? We’re finally alone together and off campus. I want you to show me how good you can make me feel.” Her shrill voice had returned two-fold.

Kristoff’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as a wave of dizziness hit him.

Something isn’t right .

But before he could even begin to comprehend what exactly wasn’t right , the lights of the cabin went out–soaking them in complete darkness. Not even the moon shined through the lone window.

Dropping his fork to his bowl, the clatter echoed around the small space, but it wasn’t loud enough to cover the slamming of the front door.

Jumping from the chair, Kristoff turned just in time to find three large men standing in the doorway.

Three large, masked men .

Their masks glowed an eerie green. It was the only light in the otherwise dark room.

Kristoff tried to move backwards away from them, but the world twisted before him, his vision dimming, before he stumbled to the ground.