THE STALKER II.

AMELIA.

My eyes fluttered open slowly, a faint sensation and a dull haze clouded my mind as I slowly came to. My head pounded, my body trembled and my heart raced.

I was immediately consumed by a sense of dread and foreboding as the memory of what happened before I blacked out flooded me.

My body was heavy, and my limbs felt like lead as I opened my eyes even wider, realizing a shiver of panic as I tried to process my surroundings.

I couldn’t make out much because the room was shrouded in darkness. It wasn’t until I attempted to sit up did I realize that my hands and feet were bound tightly with thick rope to the bed.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” I screamed when it occurred to me that not only were my legs spread wide open but I was also completely naked!

“HELLO!” I screamed as if anyone could hear me but at that point, it didn’t hurt to try, “ANYONE THERE? HELP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but no matter how loud I was, the only response I got was the sound of my own voice making its way back to me.

He got me and no one is coming to save me. I have no one.

My eyes stung as the tears welled up, I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. I’ve done everything I could to survive in this cruel world, I can’t get taken out like this.

I haven’t even found my brother yet, my parents had abandoned me because they thought I brought nothing but bad luck to them.

“Help me, please,” I begged my abductor as hot tears trickled down my cheeks, stinging so bad that it felt like I had a cut on my cheek, “d— don’t kill me.” It was hard to keep my tears at bay.

“I’d do anything you want, just please—” My voice trailed off as I thrashed and twisted in the ropes, hoping to get myself out but all I managed to do was injure myself.

The more I thrashed and twisted, the tighter the rope got until it felt like it was literally trying to cut through my skin, hurting like a fucking bitch!

“Hello, Amelia.” A low, deep voice called and my stomach clenched tight, my tears stopping and I felt a lasting panic grip me as my breath hitched and my head turned towards the voice at once.

It’s him. It had to be him.

“Wh— Who— Who are— you?” I stuttered, swallowing and trying to keep fragile control but the only response I got was from the sound of footsteps inching closer.

He got closer and closer until I felt a breathing down my neck, a wet lick on my collarbone sent cold chills to spiral through me as he pulled away.

I heard the sound of the switch as a dim light came on, “I’ve been watching you, Amelia,” he said almost too excitedly and my eyes studied him in the dimly lit room.

His predatory green eyes shone even brighter than ever with lust, he was naked with a belt in hand and a burn scar that covered only the right side of his face caused terror to spurt through me.

I couldn’t hold back my terrified scream as I struggled in the ropes, screaming at the top of my lungs and hoping that someone would hear and come for me.

Things like this, I’ve only seen in books and movies, never in my life did I think I would ever get to experience a fear as chilling and paralyzing as this one.

The right side of his face revealed burn scars that ended at the top of his mouth. His lips spread into a voracious grin, showing a perfect set of white teeth.

He had a certain look in his eyes that told me that he couldn’t wait to have him and even his hard-on conveyed that perfectly well.

He was huge. So huge that I knew that taking all of that would immediately kill me.

“Keep doing that and the only person you’ll be hurting is yourself,” he said sternly but the last thing I wanted to do was listen to him, “settle down, be quiet and your punishment won’t be as severe as it would be if you choose to disobey me.” He continued.

I couldn’t, there was no way in hell that I’m going to allow this devilishly handsome, creepy looking man get anywhere near me.

“HELP!!” I screamed, damning the consequences he had warned me about, “HELP M—”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT!” His voice was loud, a possessive desperation was clear in his voice, it was cold, exact and did the trick of shutting me up.

I froze, more tears welling up in my peering, large, shocked eyes as I looked into his. My heart was in my throat and my breathing stopped for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” I heard myself apologize amidst cries, “I’ll do anything, don’t kill me. It’s my nineteenth birthday tomorrow and I— I don’t want to die.” I begged, barrages of tears flowing down my cheeks.

My terrified eyes met his cold, dead ones and I knew in that instant that I couldn’t bargain with this man. I've seen those eyes in movies and read about them in books.

He had no conscience at all and the only urge he had right now was the urge to dominate, to destroy, to kill.

A huge part of me accepted that but there was another part, the unrealistic one that led me to believe I could convince him to let me go.

As if I’d ever be that lucky.

“You’ll do anything?” He asked, excitement lighting up in his eyes again and I nodded feverishly, “you sure?” He added and I nodded even more desperately than before.

“Good girl,” he settled right beside me, leaning into me as he stroked my hair like I was some sort of pet, “then I won’t hurt you.” He added but I knew better than to believe his words.

He smiled, his eyes hooded like those of a hawk. They darkened dangerously and he got even closer that any more movement and his lips would be on mine.

“I’m Rowan but you’re going to call me master,” he started, his voice calm as his eyes bore into mine and I flinched, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

“Understood?” He asked as he grabbed my jaw, holding onto it so tight that I couldn’t manage anything but a small nod, “good girl, now open your mouth, little doll.” He ordered.

I knew better than to ask questions or argue so I complied, parting my lips wide open for him and as soon as I did that, Rowan pushed three fingers into my mouth and down my throat.

Gagging, I tried to jerk away, I’ve never even stuck a toothbrush that far into my throat but he expects me to take three fingers.

“Stay Still and keep your mouth open.” He bellowed, using his other hand to grip my hair painfully tightly to keep my head in place.

“Oh, and you can’t bite me or I’m going to pluck out your teeth one after the other,” he grinned, pushing his fingers deeper as my throat contracted around them.

“You throw up on me and I’m going to do worse.” He added, tears welled up in my eyes and it didn’t take long for those tears to start flowing down the side of my eyes.

It was taking all that I could to keep my throat from getting out the bagel I’d eaten at the restaurant but I couldn’t stop gagging.

Rowan pulled out his three fingers now coated in spit ever so slowly, giving me little to no time to catch my breath before shoving his fingers back in and did that until he built a quick rhythm, pulling his fingers out only to delve them into my throat again.

I choked but I knew that I dared not throw up on him so whatever tried to come out of my throat, I desperately pushed back.

Rowan was finally satisfied with his fingers fucking my throat, he pulled away as he stroked his cock, circling his large fingers around his thick cock to coat it in my saliva.

“You’re taking this next.” It was more of an order than a statement but I couldn’t. There’s no way I’m going to be able to fit that in my mouth let alone down my throat.

Trying to protest as I stared at his huge cock in horror, I shook my head but a loud sound filled the room followed by the painful sting on my cheek and soon, my sobs followed.

“This is the time you thank me for letting your slutty mouth please my cock.” His palm collided with my cheek again and I whimpered.

“Th— Tha— Thank Yo— you.” I stuttered, tears blurring my vision as my eyes rolled back and my body started getting engulfed in tides of weariness and despair.

“Wrong,” his voice was scary and right now, I’d happily choose death over this, “what did I tell you to address me as?” His eyes were filled with his intense bloodlust.

“Thank you, Master.” I heeded his correction and thanked him again, earning a smile from him and a pat on my head.

“Good girl.”