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You could feel his presence near by. He stood, waiting.
Waiting, so he could pounce on you and take you away. So you wouldn’t be able to tell a soul and potentially give him away. The mysterious assassin that loomed this town.
Though, he liked to think of himself as more of a hunter. For pathetic people that got in the way.
It was also because you had seen his face, and that itself was enough of a reason. He couldn’t risk his identity for his line of work.
He admit, he was only thinking of stealing you away earlier. Soft, pretty little thing. You’d fill up the empty space in his large cabin just right. it had been too empty lately. But now, he didn’t have much of a choice on what to do with you. Except that your freedom might cost his.
You just had to hit him out of anyone else.
He had to do what he had to do.
You had your bag hung off your shoulder along with your wallet clutched in your hand. You walked to him. Had to be close for this to work. You could smell him now. Musky and earthy, and the lingering scent of cigarettes.
His brow raised. Here he thought you were scared to be near him. Like you should be.
Up close he was horribly larger.
And even though your form trembled, you didn’t back away like you wanted to.
Instead, you began to make show of taking the card out of your wallet. And while everything seemed steady, you quickly took out the spray.
He hadn’t caught onto that so quick. Had not seen that coming. At all. To your advantage.
You subconsciously held your breath. Quickly put the spray to his face, and pressed down hard.
You tried your best to aim for his eyes… but you were at a slight disadvantage because of your height.
To your luck, you managed to get him the eye good enough. It stung real bad.
There went his plan to take you.
“YOU LITTLE BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU.” He shouted. Arms aggressively coming out to reach you on instinct. In rage. But he failed, because he couldn’t see. Couldn’t open his burning eyes. They were squeezed shut out of agony.
You were done for when he gets his hands on you.
This was your chance.
You clutched your wallet, your bag, and ran to your car.
You had no time to look back. No, you were fucking leaving.
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You hadn’t slept all night. Awake with paranoia. You didn’t know what to do. Hadn’t called anybody, didn’t call for help, didn’t file a report. You were too scared.
You sat on your bedroom floor. In the very corner. A kitchen knife next to you. Your apartment door was blocked off because of you. A heavy dresser was moved infront of it.
You refused to turn any of the big lights on. Fearing something would happen to you. Fearing he would find you.
You ended up falling asleep in the corner. Your head tilted uncomfortably.
You woke with a jolt. Yesterday’s memories surfacing quick, bringing back the same god awful feeling.
You came to realize it was your day off today, so you were good for now. But would you really feel safe leaving your home so soon tomorrow? Driving through the same area again?
You decided to call off for the next two days as well. Said you felt sick.
Your friend asked if you were okay, asked if she should stop by to check up on you.
“No! It might be contagious. Don’t worry i-i’ll be okay.” You’d lied to her.
What would you do now?
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A week went by.
Then two.
Everything seemed to go back to normal. You were okay.
You had gotten your car fixed of all scratches. So no one was aware of your little accident.
The incident felt like a dream now. A really bad one. And you ignored all the paranoid thoughts you had, knowing they’d just give you anxiety.
You’re safe now. There’s no way he can find you. You repeated to yourself these days.
You were at work, making the last drink for the day, and It was almost 10, the closing time. It hadn’t been very busy today.
Finishing it off, you called it out. Smiling at the customer, and wishing her a good night. You could finally finish closing and go home now.
Driving home was okay now. Though, you were extremely cautious. Afraid to make the same mistake. You quietly hummed to the song on the radio as you parked outside your apartment.
You made your way up to your door, glancing at all directions. Alert and aware, just in case.
As you made your way inside your home you noticed it smelt of smoke. Were your neighbors smoking cigarettes inside again? Maybe the scent seeped in through the vents.
Brushing it off, you put your bag down on the table in your kitchen. Wanting a small snack before you went to shower. You grabbed something to eat, eyes wandering around your small kitchen while you ate. Zoning out.
Your eyes caught a glass on the table. Had you left that there? You didn’t remember. Maybe you were in a hurry. Hm.
You made your way to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stripped bare. Eyeing your appearance while the water turned warmer. Your eye bags weren’t so prominent now, since you were actually able to get a lot of sleep in. Unlike the first few days after the “accident”.
The warm water felt good on your cold skin. You could feel the stress melt off your body and felt lighter in a sense. Singing to a song, you thoroughly washed your hair, then your body. Smiling at your strawberry scented wash. It was a cute bottle.
You finished your shower, ready to get out. You squeezed your hair with a towel, getting the excess water out, then wrapped one around you.
Following the usual routine, you lathered yourself in the matching strawberry lotion and brushed your wet hair out.
You noticed you forgot to bring pajamas in the bathroom so you decided to go grab them, still wrapped in only a towel.
You opened the door and stopped. The lights were off.
You’d left them on though.
You clutched your towel. It was dark. You could only see because of the bathroom lights behind you. You didn’t like this at all. You hesitated but went to try the light switch. Hoping the light bulb just went out.
You hadn’t made it very far when a gloved hand roughly covered your mouth and pulled you backwards into a much bigger, stronger form.
You screamed. The sound muffled.
“Tough to find. Aren’t ya’?” A mans voice near your ear.
Your heart dropped. That voice. That scent. It was just like you remembered it. Dreamed about it.
That rough, hard voice. Ordering you. Threatening you. The only thing about it all, was something shameful and sick.
It was that you’d wake up wet. Panties damp. You lied to yourself, told yourself it was sweat. Told yourself you'd take that to the grave.
Your hands came up to grab at his, one of them covering half your face, and one pressing a blade to your stomach. Over the towel.
Right. You were nearly naked. In absolutely nothing underneath.
Looks like he did find you after all.
“y’ know? how hard it was to find you? Someone so fragile looking like you shouldn’t be such a pain in the ass.”
You could barely breathe. Didn’t know what to be wary of. The knife, his hand, or him behind you. The correct answer was all of it.
“Wanted to run off, huh? Stupid, stupid girl. You’re gonna fucking pay for that day. For that stunt you pulled.”
You shook your head no. In denial. You squirmed, eager to escape his grasp. As if he’d let you.
All that movement has caused your towel to slip lower, only on you since he had your form clutched into him.
He moved you both, dragged you further in your bedroom, and pushed you on to the bed with a rough shove. Your stomach hitting the soft sheets.
You tried lifting yourself up, trying to look back at him. You saw enough to see he wore a black mask. It made him look even more menacing. Yeah, he’d worn his hunting outfit here.
Heavy combat boots, black full sleeved jacket with its hood on.
You wanted to scream.
He turned your bedside lamp on. Lighting up the room somewhat.
You tried to make noise, squirm away. But he grabbed your wet hair in one hand, Forcing your head up and causing your spine to arch. That caused the towel to drop, settling at your hips.
Your soft tits were completely out now. Completely vulnerable in this position.
He pressed the blade to your neck. Knee propped up on the bed to grip you. “Gonna scream little girl? I’ll only press down harder.” He threatened.
You whimpered. Eyes leaking tears now.
He noticed how you were almost bare underneath him and smiled at that from under his mask.
“Please…. don’t hurt me”
“Hurt? Angel, i’ll do more than that.”
“No! Please I’m sorry!” you cried
“Shh. Save it.” He flipped you over so you laid on your back. Eyes trailing down to your exposed chest and stomach. “Wanted to hit my truck huh? then have the nerve to spray that shit in my face.”
You would bring your arms up to cover yourself—or try to, but they trembled. Wouldn’t move.
He loomed over you now, the blade coming back to make contact with your skin. Lightly dragging up your stomach, like a feather. You couldn’t move.
“I-I’m sorry! I just got scared… thought you were bad..! I-“
“Baby, bad doesn’t even cut it.” He smiled. You couldn’t see that though. Only his harsh, black eyes.
You paused at that. Because it confirmed everything you already knew. You thought you could gaslight yourself into thinking he wasn’t what you thought he was. So you could stay calm.
You went quiet. Could only stare up at him. Silently crying.
“Hm. Quiet now? Tell me, what should I do with you?.” He put the knife to your cheek. “Should I mark up this cute face..? Or..” He dragged it lower, to your chest. “Should I cut up these pretty tits?”
“…No..Nothing” You whispered.
“That’s not an answer, baby.”
You turned your head away from him, thinking of what would happen now. What would happen to you.
But he dragged your face back to him, to look him in the eye.
“Wanna hide from me? ‘s that it? don’t worry I’ll be careful with ya’. Now stay still…”
You didn’t understand what he meant. Didn’t know what was happening until he pulled out a piece of cloth.
Your eyes widened.
You started to thrash. Mouth opening to scream. But his hand was on your mouth once again, this time with the drug covered cloth. Holding you down.
"Shh. It's okay. After all, this is your doing."
Your body was giving out, mind going blank. Just those unforgiving eyes staring back at you as you lost consciousness.
The night had grown colder and darker, you had realized. It was like driving into the abyss, into nothing. Even the stars had disappeared. Like they knew they couldn't be your guide by the end of the night.
The road ahead of you was lit up by occasional streetlights, though some areas would remain basked in the dark. Only with the help of your headlights were you able to see.
There weren't many cars ahead or beside you on the road at this time of night. But there were still a few.
The town you resided in felt eerie in a way, haunted almost. Or maybe you just believed that because it was surrounded by looming trees. You loved it regardless. It was where you truly felt like you belonged.
There were mountains on the far edge of town, you could see them from your apartment. Distant but beautiful.
During the days it was mostly foggy. The trees seemed endless. Bright, sunny days were rare.
You looked at the time in your car and sighed. It was currently 12 in the night. You're usually at home in your pajamas, bingeing a show at this time. All you wanted was to go home and fall into bed. Be overwhelmed with comfort. Your feet hurt and you were ready for the day to be over.
You'd been driving home from your workplace-your cafè you'd put your soul into. You'd opened it with your best friend after dreaming about it for years since you were younger.
You served many drinks and some sweets. And it seemed to attract enough people to keep your business alive.
You driving home this late was because of closing later than usual, not to mention all the restocking you were behind on. Along with that, it got busy on Saturday nights.
The drive wasn’t too long. You lived about 15 minutes away.
Once again, the area you passed through was basked in darkness. It almost felt like they forgot to put streetlights by the road here. You relied on your headlights once again and knew you’d need to change into the lane to your right since that’s where you turn next. There were barely any cars now, you'd be fine.
You were lost in your thoughts. Tired, but awake and aware enough to drive. Or so you'd thought.
You were thinking of how you'd spend your day off tomorrow. Whether you should run errands or take a day to yourself.
It all really did happen so fast.
One moment you were changing lanes and the next, you crashed.
Because of the dark, barely lit area, your brain hadn't comprehended the black truck in your blind spot, even with its headlights on.
It had came speeding by, out of nowhere almost. And in the blink of an eye, you unfortunately had crashed right into it.
The impact was unpleasant. Since both you and the other driver were driving much faster than the speed limit — because of the nearly empty road, It caused your passenger side to roughly collide with their truck, and push them further to the right.
You slammed your brakes. It happened too fast and became a blur even seconds after. You really hadn't meant to do that.
… what did I do…?!! Your heart was in your stomach.
You were a shy, quiet girl your whole life. Your business thrived because your best friend was the extrovert. Making social connections to promote. You on the other hand, did more of the internal work.
Big situations always made you feel like your heart would collapse or burst out of your chest. And this took the cake.
The world felt like it slowed down but it didn’t. It never did.
Moments after, you saw the truck slowly pull over to the side. Rather, your “victim”.
With shaking hands, you regained control out of pure adrenaline and did the same.
The impact hadn't hurt you, thankfully. The damage to your car you weren't sure of. Nor were you sure of the other person.
What you could see in this state, was that everything remained in one piece. At least nothing seemed to have fell apart. But it sure felt like you were about to.
.. you could’ve killed them… You told yourself.
You didn’t know what to think. You were just sorry. You could cry. But you wouldn’t do that now.
Abruptly putting the car in park, and leaving it on, you got out on trembling legs. You walked yourself to the truck you'd hit, which was pulled over distantly in front of your car.
You could barely think straight. Your eyes blurred as occasional cars on the road flashed by.
You saw the truck’s door open, and prepared to apologize like your life depended on it. Based on your experience, truck owners were known to be somewhat unforgiving.
Once, when you had just started driving, you almost ran into one while leaving a parking lot. You heard some new, vile curses that day.
Oh, this person would get you killed for sure.
As you processed your doom, your eyes watered and couldn't see clearly, you hadn't processed the large, intense man getting out. Fuming.
"I-I’m so sorry! I don't know why I did that!! I swear on my life.. I didn't see you! I never meant to!”
Upon seeing you, a fragile, young girl. His brain short circuited. He hadn’t expected this.
Your black top and baby pink skirt. You did love dressing cute to work.
Your hair was long. Shiny.
You were like a doll. But looked like you'd fall apart if someone took something away from you.
That didn’t matter now. He still felt undeniable anger.
But, he didn't say what he was originally going to. Didn't curse at you like he thought he would at the stupid fucker who'd hit his car at this time of night. He just rubbed his face in frustration and scoffed.
“Fuck.”
Your distressed expression reminded him of a vulnerable deer. Like the ones he’s hunted. It ignited the same thrill in him, he almost wanted to hunt you. Wanted to push you into his truck and make you pay right then and there. And he wasn’t going to let you run off.
Hearing a scoff and a hard voice, your eyes became clearer to make out the person you could've potentially harmed.
Cruel. He looked cruel. He was older definitely. Rugged and stern. Much bigger than you too. If he decided to strangle you on the spot out of rage, you’d stand no chance. It’d be the end of you.
You stood at a distance, yes, but with someone like him, that didn’t matter.
You didn’t understand the way he eyed you, his gaze heavy. Like he just discovered something new. For a split second, a small smirk appeared on his face, but you missed it. His face went back to becoming stoic.
He was attractive, yes. But that wasn’t important. Not when you were so overwhelmed.
The air had made you feel warmer, even when it was cold out. Your palms became sweaty. Your clothes felt suffocating, and not just because of the situation you were in. No, something felt off.
Being on a dark road with this man would cause no good. But upon the situation, what could you do? When it's your fault. You brushed it off.
"I... I'll pay you! I'll pay you to fix the damages..." You walked close enough to see the damage you did, cautious enough to not get close to where he stood, only close enough to see. Legs still shaking, you saw there weren't any dents or heavy damage. Only deep scratches. It could’ve been worse.. right?
“I'll- i’ll do anything! are you going to report this..?"
You obviously had a horrible choice of words. Your nerves heightened. Before you'd continue on with your mindless begging, he cut you off.
"Anything huh?" He almost mocked you. "Stupid girl. You don't say that to random men."
“..What?-”
"Yeah. You understand what I’m sayin’ little girl? Or are ya’ too dumb?” He raised a brow. “You even supposed to be drivin’? Show me your id.”
You were beyond baffled at how this man was addressing you.
“Little...!? I'm fucking 21! Don’t talk to me like that!" You were also very much distressed. “…And what would you need to see my id for?”
"Huh. You got a mouth on you. It won't do you any good. Now, don’t run that mouth. I said show me your id. Or I might just have to report ya. Wanna sit your pretty ass in jail, doll?" He was definitely terrifying now. The way he talked to you, the way he looked.
Strangely enough, there were no cars flashing through anymore. You both stood secluded in the dark. Only able to see because of the moonlight and your cars lights.
This wasn’t right. Being alone with someone like this.
"I... that’s not necessary.. Just give me an amount! I'll pay it I'm telling you!!” You had to figure a way out of this. You were anxious more than guilty now.
"10,000."
..."What? But... the damage isn't half bad for it to cost 10 thousand." Is he messing with you?
"Y'know anything 'bout fixin cars, girl?"
"No, but-"
"Then shut the fuck up. I asked you to get somethin'. Not gonna do it? Then y'better get ready to spend your days going to court."
That shut you up. You really were naive.
The truth was he wouldn't dare call any type of law enforcement near him. Why would he do such a thing to himself? It was almost laughable.
Besides, the worst that would happen is you getting ticketed. They don’t arrest people for small accidents like this.
You knew that, didn’t you? But he said it with such certainty, you believed it.
Your eyes wandered. You forgot about his empty threats because it only got worse. Your gaze had lowered to his black shirt. Clinging to his muscled build, biceps on display. It would’ve flustered you in any other circumstance. But not now. Not when your heart skipped a beat because of another detail.
That stain on the inside of his arm. You didn’t catch that before. It was red, smudged.
You became aware how of how he didn’t look the most clean, smudges of dirt along his skin and clothes.
But that. It couldn’t be…blood?
Seemed like he missed a spot. Oops.
You quickly looked up, silently praying he hadn’t caught that. Praying that you could be smart about this. You were terrified. Of HIM. Had you realized too late??
“..o-okay. I’ll get it for you.." You slowly backed away, to your car.
He nodded stiffly.
You needed to stall. You needed to do something.
This was all going horribly wrong. No, HE was horribly wrong. Sure, you could brush it off, think that it’s his own blood. Were you quick to assume? Maybe he got hurt?
No. Don't be foolish . It wasn't his blood…He had no wound in sight.
You knew it. The way he looked at you. Like you could easily become his prey. He was a dangerous man. He did bad things. It was practically in the air.
You could show him your id, maybe he wouldn't do anything if you listened right? That didn’t seem right either. Why would he want to see it?
As you walked to your car, your instincts were on high alert. Every step you took felt heavy. But you didn’t care anymore. You had to do something. Your gut screamed at you for it.
You reached your car. He came closer, but still at a distance. You released a breath you’d been holding.
Your id, he had said.
You grabbed your bag. Feeling around for your wallet.
Instead, your hand made contact with the pepper spray you always kept.
Your hands trembled. Your heart rate increased. That was it. You had to be bolder than you felt.
Out of everything, this couldn’t be your Saturday night. Right..?
But it was.
“It don’t take this long to get your fucking id card, stupid girl.” His voice cut through the silence. Closer now. Interrupting your escape plan.
Fuck.
“ ‘m getting it!! One minute..!”
You had to do it. You had to pepper spray him and leave. Leave before he knows that you know. As fast as you fucking can.
The only problem was, he knew you had seen his little mistake.
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