3. LITTLE RABBIT

Arianna

The next day, I tried to go back to the police station. It ended the same way as the first time, pretty much. There was no evidence.

Officers thought that I was crazy, offering me help, a doctor for my mental health, but I refused to be treated like some kind of mental illness patient, even though I felt like one.

On the third day, I gave up.

Still receiving texts from him, sweet or threatening, doesn't even matter. I tried to ignore him as much as possible, but pictures of me wherever I went came every day.

He is still watching. Waiting for me to crack.

Invading my privacy wasn't enough; I felt like being watched 24/7, and I didn't know what to do with him or myself in this situation.

Restless sleep, four or five coffee cups a day, each day was my constant struggle to keep going, letting that man terrorize me, and I think he wanted to ruin me mentally, so I finally broke, and when that moment comes, he will get the opportunity to strike.

Not knowing his name or even anything about him made me think of every horrible thing in my mind.

Maybe it's a serial killer on the loose who is hiding from the government and all the authorities after killing sprees.

Maybe he is a 60-year-old, creeping on young girls.

Maybe he is ugly, and that's why he is scared to show me his face.

The possibilities were endless.

I was painting my new artwork in my home studio while I was reading my newest V.R. Taurean book, and at least I could get lost in it and forget that I have a stalker who is probably watching me through the camera, which is installed somewhere in the walls or furniture.

How can you hide a camera? Is it that small? Maybe it's so small that you can see it only with a microscope? I've no idea, to be honest.

Lifting my brush, I stroked the canvas using red color this time as I went through the scene in my mind.

As he watched her from the shadows, it became clear who is predator was in the whole forest. The prey didn't even know that he was following her, but that dangerous presence could be felt even in the smallest of places.

His knife glinted beneath the moonlight with fresh blood from his previous kill, and his mouth stretched into a maniac grin when the girl decided to get fresh air outside as she wrapped herself in a light blanket over her shoulders, her bare feet leaving invisible footprints in the misty grass as the night stretched all over the sky with its darkness.

Only the moonlight and a little light from her house porch illuminated her tiny frame as she sighed while looking at the stars.

Unzipping his trousers, he pulled out his thick girth, full of pre-cum already, imagining the prey beneath him with her blood on his lips as she begs him to stop.

"Fuck," he breathes and watches her walk closer to the trees where monsters lurked by, feeling pleasure from her fear.

Twisting his cock in his hand, he clenches his jaw to the point of bones breaking, but not feeling anything, his dark eyes follow her every move. The scent she carries is the sweetest sin he could have. Like strawberries, which she desperately tries to grow in her garden. It was intoxicating.

"Yes, come to daddy, little one," he growls under his breath when the sound seems to reach her and she stills in her tracks.

Lifting her head, her doe eyes peer into the darkness, through the thick trees, as if she is trying to see the source of the sound, and that makes him grin wider.

"Someone is there?" Her voice trembles in fear, and that makes him even harder than before when he licks his lips and walks to the edge of the forest where the clearing starts.

She was afraid but so curious. So curious little rabbit that she stayed where she was and froze when her eyes met his silver gaze through the pitch Black Forest.

Minutes or maybe seconds pass by when they just watch each other in silence, only the night crickets are heard, or an owl's cry echoes from the big trees once or twice.

An incredible scent comes from the girl, and he inhales sharply, his eyes flashing when he realizes that the scent is sweeter. With a hint of fear, there is some sort of excitement and curiosity, which is surprising.

'Interesting,' he muses to himself, twisting his cock harder in his hand, the juices on his palm making it easier to stroke it between his fingers, and somehow the movement makes her look below his face and chest, that innocent look stopping at his cock while he jerks himself off.

The hitch in her throat makes him throb painfully harder. With the other hand, he tightens his hold on the knife, bringing the tip against his throat, pressing it into the flesh, drawing some blood. The pain mixed with pleasure is a good combination, and even more when the prey is watching.

He groans," Come closer," commanding her through clenched teeth. For a second, he thought that she would refuse, but an invisible pull made her start moving towards him with slow agonizing steps, each making him lose his mind as her scent drives him even crazier.

Breaking the distance between them, he grabs her with the hand that was on his cock a second ago and pushes her against the tree.

"Finally," he breathes and feels her shivering so hard that he can't help himself; he pulls her legs apart with his thigh, pushing it between them to make room for himself.

"W-who are-"

"Shhh," He whispers against her ear and takes the knife to her throat, pressing it gently against her pulse to show her that one wrong move will get her killed.

Brushing his wet fingers against her panties beneath the skirt she was wearing, he silences her cry with his lips before she can make a sound. Whimpering against his mouth, he pries it open with his tongue, roughly thrusting inside her hot little mouth.

Pulling her panties to the side, he rubs his fingers against her drenched slit, and that revelation makes him smirk. Pulling his fingers out, he brings them to his mouth and stares at her frightened eyes as he sucks them clean. His next move makes her even more afraid as she watches his fingers go to his throat, where he spilled the blood from the knife cut.

Gathering the red substance, he rubs the blood between his fingers and then reaches down beneath her skirt again. She widens her eyes when he touches her again with the same bloody fingers and rubs the blood against her wet folds, sinking his digits inside so his blood is imprinted in her body.

Biting his lips in fury, he snaps his head back with a surprised expression, but then chuckles. The dark sound made her tremble and also ache.

Licking the blood with his tongue, those silver eyes gleam with excitement," Cheeky. I love it," he grins with a wide mouth full of teeth," You learn quick, I might enjoy it too much," leaning closer to her face again, his nose brushes against her cheek, making a path to her ear.

That sweet scent drifts to his nostrils again, and he groans against her neck," Fuck, keep doing that, little one, and you will end up with your legs spread open on this dirty grass with my cock deep inside you while I carve my name on your skin to make sure you only belong to me. Your blood with mine will make me breed you until nothing is left. Would you like that? My seed inside your tight little cunt?" His tongue comes out to lick her earlobe in sensual strokes.

He hears her moan, and he just smiles," She loves it," kissing her neck. She arches her body closer to him, exposing her neck to his mouth, but then something snaps her to reality, and she pulls away from his tongue and pushes him away.

"Get off of me," she glares at him with complete defiance in her eyes.

He lets her push him away with only a single step back and he lets out a happy hiss," Yes, I love to play fair. If you want to run, you can go," he smiles when she suddenly looks unexpectedly surprised but relieved," but I love the chase. It will be even more fun," he laughs when her mouth turns into frown.

"So go on, I will give you a head start," he steps away from her backwards and nods at her house," Run home so don't make me wait. One," he starts the countdown, and that makes her snap out of the fear-filled stance. Almost tripping over her feet, he slashes his palm with the knife and hisses with wonderful pleasure when that injured hand wraps around his cock to stroke himself.

"Two."

Since he got a taste, he will never get enough.

"Three."

With a grin, he strokes faster when he watches her small form flee from him while looking over her shoulder to see if he is following her.

"Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine....ten."

"Fuck, little rabbit, when I catch you, there will be no escaping from me anymore." With that, he slowly makes his way to her house.

The erotic scene plays out in my mind over and over, and soon it's all over my new painting with the silver-eyed beast of a man fucking the small girl against the tree with his fingers buried in her pussy, his blood all over her skirt and between her legs.

Clenching my legs to stop myself from touching myself, I felt a thrilling feeling from the words I just read. It felt similar to what’s happening to me in real life, minus the stalker’s encounter, since I didn’t know who he was, but his words sometimes made me feel wrong thoughts when he sends me messages.

“Fuck, I’m losing my mind,” I whispered to myself. I couldn’t get him the right idea about me. I wanted to make him wrong about me. That he doesn’t know the real me. That meant I can never touch myself at home because I know that he is watching.

That would be humiliating if he texts me after I’ve come on my fingers while reading the books.

Like speaking of the devil, my phone vibrates on the small table by my chair I was sitting.

Pulling the glove off my right hand, I reach over to open the new message. No messages.

Unknown: Your new painting looks wonderful.

Unknown: I wonder which scene made you think about my fingers in your tight pussy.

Unknown: There’s something thrilling about the blood, isn’t it?

I feel a lump in my throat as I read his texts.

Me: You read them too?

Almost slapping myself on the forehead, I groan shamefully, regretting that question. Why would I be curious if my stalker reads dark erotic romance books? Instead of defending my dignity and correcting him on how wrong he is, I just ask him a stupid question, which seems like I really am interested in him, and agree to the words he is saying.

And why does the thought make me excited for some reason if he really reads that kind of genre? It feels like we are similar in a way.

No, stupid. I don’t even know him.

Unknown: Now, now. Are you curious about me?

I can’t stop the blush spreading all over my cheeks when he asks me that, and since I couldn’t get rid of him anyway, I need to get as much info as I can if I want him arrested.

Me: Just want to get to know you better.

A big lie, but not entirely. Just for safety purposes. Waiting for his response, it feels like I surprised him when he took the time to respond.

Unknown: Careful. I might think you like me ;)

Oh god. I can’t stop blushing even though it was wrong on so many levels.

Me: How could I? I’ve never seen your face or anything. Never heard your voice, and you never told me your name.

Unknown: Oh, baby. You’re not ready for me yet.

I scoff loudly.

Me: Because you’re ugly?

The satisfying grin made my cheeks hurt when I typed that, knowing well that I would just piss him off, and then at least he would leave me alone for a while.

Unknown: For someone who thinks the other person is ugly and sick, as you call it, you’re enjoying our banter too much.

Unknown: That smile just makes me choke you on my cock as you swallow your words along with my cum deep down your throat.

Unknown: I bet you will love it, little rabbit.

His words really make me choke, but on my spit as I splutter in shock when I read his words, but the last sentence makes me freeze as I read the nickname.

Little rabbit.

He called me like the male lead character called the main female protagonist in the book I just read.

Is it a coincidence? Probably.

My palms sweat as I feel myself getting hotter, not knowing why I am feeling this way. He is making me relive my deepest fantasies.

And then I realize.

He has been inside my apartment. He read every secret, saw every painting of mine, and he knows everything about me. That’s why he is playing me like this. He is just trying to rile me up, to pretend someone he is not, so he can get closer to me, so I can surrender.

Me: Don’t ever call me baby, little rabbit, or whatever stupid name you came up with.

Unknown: Why not?

Unknown: I know you love it when I call you that.

Me: I have a name, so use it.

Unknown: Yes, darling ;)

“Ugh! You fucker!” I shout loudly so he can hear me and then look around my studio,” Once I get my hands on you…you will be the one crumbling beneath me when you fall in defeat,” I threaten him loud and clear.

A minute later, there is a message.

Unknown: Don’t worry, I can get on my knees for you to worship your pussy, so no need for me to stand anyway ;)

“Oh my fucking god!”