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THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED

LUKAS

F uck, my cock is hard as granite as I watch the group of girls from the trees.

Amber’s so far beyond mad that she’d slit my throat if she knew I was this close.

Her eyes dart around the area, searching for me.

Can you feel me, little psycho? Will this push you over the edge?

Will you spiral down, give into your darkness, and dive into the depths with me?

I want to break her, bear witness to her giving into that side of herself that wants to cut and torture someone.

Some twisted part of me wants her first victim to be me.

I want her to ride me, cut me, and paint her skin in my blood and cum.

I won’t let her kill me, but I’ll get everything I want from her.

Tiny-Tits-Mcgee takes off alone down the hiking trail, disappearing around the bend. What a pretty little present being sent my way. I’ll catch up with her later. I’m too interested in what’s happening here right now.

“Sh-should we c-c-cut her down?” Fallon whimpers as shivers wrack her body.

The adrenaline is wearing off, and death’s ominous chill is sinking its claws into her.

I can’t wait to pop that innocent little cherry.

Maybe I’ll tie Amber up, and make her watch.

If I had to hazard a guess, she’s never been at a disadvantage in her life.

Never been made to submit, bend to anyone’s will, or been dominated.

That’s all about to change, and I can’t wait.

I’ll slit Summer’s throat right in front of her, then fuck her ass with her best friend’s blood as lube.

If that doesn’t contort her soul into what I want, then there’s a cage with her name on it.

With all of her friends gone, I’ll have all the time in the world to break that wild mare into whatever the fuck I want.

“Who’s going to do it, Fallon?” Summer snaps, knowing Fallon’s basically suggesting that Amber cut down the least liked sheep in the herd.

“It’s fine. We all know neither of you could stomach it anyway,” Amber jabs.

“You did stay inside when Savannah and I cleaned the deck.” The other two girls avert their eyes in shame as Amber huffs out her breath obnoxiously loud, clearly on purpose, trying to seem bothered by all of this.

Unfortunately for her, I can see the gleam in her eye, the one she’s trying to hide.

It reveals her to me. She wants to get up close and personal with my handy work.

Lay her hands on the cold stiff body, and feel how it doesn’t give beneath her palms like live flesh does.

“Both of you go inside. Summer, try to find a way to contact the police. I don’t care if you have to walk around like a moron with your hand in the air until your arm is numb, deal with it.

” She won’t get any reception, not with the signal jammer I just turned on and hid in the thick, thorn covered wild rose bush to my left.

“Jeeze, okay,” Summer grumbles.

“Good girl,” Amber replies, winking, trying to lighten the mood.

“Don’t try to sweet talk me, bitch. You’re about to cut down the bloody pinata that’s leaking into your SUV.

” Fuck, Summer’s got such a sharp tongue, it makes my cock twitch.

Maybe I won’t kill her. Can I keep them both?

I’m sure Amber could get Summer to submit, they’re the closest ones out of this little group.

“What a way to put that, Summer,” Fallon complains. Sometimes I think the other two forget she exists. She’s so quiet, small, and insignificant. I’ve pretty much forgotten about her since that first night. I’m not sure what drew me to her in the beginning, but it’s not there anymore.

Summer shrugs, clearly unbothered by Fallon’s moral compass. Amber tells Fallon to go inside, get the bucket, and fill it with hot water and bleach. “I’ll clean up the best I can, then we can get the fuck out of here. If Savannah isn’t back by then, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

She’s planning to clean up my masterpiece then peace the fuck out of my life?

No way in hell will I allow that to happen.

I pull the rifle off my back and aim low, looking through the scope as it passes over each one of the girls.

Summer taps Fallon on the shoulder, and they both turn, heading towards the back of the cabin.

Amber moves across the yard to the passenger side of the SUV, opening the door, and pulling her keys out of the ignition. I can see her wondering who took them, and how. It’s simply titillating watching her mind work.

She slips the keys into the pocket of her black joggers, and I watch through the scope of my rifle as she climbs into the SUV, crouching and moving around until she’s standing on the centre console.

Her pretty, pissed-off face pops out through the sunroof, bobbing and weaving to avoid getting hit by the corpse as the force of the howling wind increases. Amber’s fists clench as her brain works to form a plan, not wanting to get any dirtier than necessary during this task.

Using the roof rack as a hand hold, she works her body up and out of the vehicle, crawling onto the roof, trying to avoid the putrid blood pool.

She gets to her feet, and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a different, rather impressive knife.

Flicking the blade out from where it’s concealed inside the handle, I watch her lips move, “I'm going to fucking kill him,” she says to herself. Oh, are you now? You’re going to kill me? I don’t think so, sweet thing.

Straining and reaching on her tippy toes, she tries to grab hold of the rope without getting covered in anymore gore, but it’s useless.

“Fucking asshole!” she shrieks. Who? Me?

A fucking asshole? Yeah, I suppose I am.

I have to use my hand to muffle the sound of my laughter as I witness the exact moment she snaps.

Surrendering to her fate, Amber places the knife handle between her teeth. She grabs ahold of Bridget’s knee, pulling the body lower. She works her way towards her dead friend’s ankle, climbing her way up the calf, gritting her teeth against the knife handle in her mouth.

Blood is smeared across her exposed chest, and as a strap from her tank top slips off her shoulder, I think my heart explodes.

She’s not wearing a bra, having woken up and come right outside.

Was she wearing one last night? I can’t remember, I was too entranced by the sight of her finger fucking her wet cunt.

She has Bridget’s ankle in her grasp now as she struggles to hold on against the weight of the tree branch wanting to snap back up into place. With one more pull, she gets a hold of the rope. A victorious smile spreads across her face after she retrieves the knife from her mouth with her free hand.

I watch her raise the knife to the rope as I line up my aim.

Bang!

The sharp shot cracks through the silence, my bullet meeting its mark perfectly.

The rear driver’s side tire pops, and wheezes out the remaining air, startling Amber enough that she drops her grip on the rope.

The branch retracts, and Bridget’s body bounces from the movement.

It slams into Amber’s chest, covering her in more repugnant smelling fluids.

She loses her footing, falling back, and landing on her ass in a puddle of coagulated blood.

“UGH, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” she screams, and I laugh this time, loud enough for her to hear it.

Her eyes shoot to the bush I’m hiding in, and I wonder if she can see me or the glare off my scope.

She smiles, returning to a standing position, knife clenched tightly in her right hand.

I’m sure she’s about to launch herself off the roof of that vehicle, and barrel right for me with the force of a jet engine.

But just as she’s about to, Summer and Fallon swing open the front door.

“Oh my fucking gods, Amber. What was that? Are you okay?” Fallon wails, and it’s immediately annoying. The urge to take her out right now with a bullet between the eyes is strong, but I want to pop her stupid cherry first.

“How are you not fucking done yet?” Summer chides, eyebrow raised.

Amber scowls. “Want to come help a bitch out?”

“Nah,” Summer replies as Fallon shakes her head from side to side.

“Then shut the fuck up,” Amber growls in reply.

“And where’s my bucket?” she snaps. Fallon tucks her tail between her legs, retreating back inside.

Summer and Amber just stare at each other.

I lock Summer in my sights, her eyes dart in my direction.

It’s a fraction of a second, and if I wasn’t watching her, I’d have missed it.

Pulling back, I observe them, watching as Amber slightly shakes her head. Summer flips her off, turns toward me, flips me off with both fingers, then goes back inside, shutting the door behind her. What the fuck? Amber might know where I am, but there’s no way Summer could know.

Amber grabs a hold of Bridget’s body again, surprising the fuck out of me as she plants her boot between the corpses legs.

She heaves herself up the body, grabbing onto the rope with one hand and cutting the line below her grasp with the other hand.

She hangs onto the rope as it bounces her around, now one body lighter.

Bridget’s corpse is in full rigor mortis, and the sound of it cracking and breaking unnaturally as it tumbles to the ground rips through the silence.

Amber beams a smile in my direction as she drops back down to the roof of the SUV. I shoot out the front driver’s side tire, effectively destroying any chance they have at leaving. She may have held onto hope because she had a spare tire, but I guarantee she doesn’t have two.

Her hand slips below her waistband as she stares me down.

Are you going to put on another show for me, sweet little psycho?

When her hand reemerges from her loose fitting joggers, she’s brandishing another pistol.

How many guns does she have? Was it strapped to her thigh? Why is that so fucking hot?

Her eyes scan the foliage, looking for me, no doubt. I hold my breath, forcing the elation I’m feeling away. I don’t want to get shot, but I can’t deny I want her to hunt me. She raises the gun, only off the mark by a fraction of an inch, I’d guess. Fuck, am I going to get shot?

I leave my gun propped in the dirt, slowly moving back and to the side. In the opposite direction of her sweeping gaze. The wind hides my movements in the dirt, but as the clouds part, the glare of the sun beaming off my scope lights up the area.

Shit.

Amber pulls the trigger, firing a shot clear through my scope. Had I been lying there still, I’d be dead. Shot clear through the skull. I watch as satisfaction pummels through her.

She moves to slide off the roof, and I take off like a jack rabbit through the trees. She sees me, jumping down, and coming after me at full speed.

There’s a cacophony of sounds behind me, but I’m not slowing down to see what’s happening.

“GET THE FUCK INSIDE!” I hear Amber yell. She must have stopped pursuing me momentarily, but I don’t stop, I don’t slow down.

I’m about to put all of her skills to the test.