Present day
I watch her as she walks past the house, head tilted down as if she is trying to hide her identity. Silly, silly girl. I know where she is at all times, I know when she sleeps and when she eats, she’s never escaped me, I’ve always known.
And now she’s found me. And it was time to claim what’s rightfully belonged to me this entire time.
I take a sip from my coffee, rolling my shoulders as I continue to watch her from the upstairs window, hidden from view of her. She pauses and looks up to the house, her face as beautiful as I remember, if not a little colder now. Her stunning eyes scan over the windows, the doors and then glances to my car and a cunning smile tilts up her red painted lips. She pulls something out of her boot as she walks towards it.
I cock my head, wondering what she has planned, but then she reveals the thing in her hand, and I can’t help but laugh. She presses the tip of the blade into the gleaming paint, and then drags it all the way down the length of the car.
My vicious little Snow.
My cock swells at the mere sight of her, the painted red smile on her lips and that blade gleaming in her hand. It was a sight to behold, and I couldn’t wait until she tried to use it on me. Our reunion was going to be bloody and erotic, I could already tell.
I ached for her, I craved her body, her smell, her pretty cunt. I wanted to consume her moans and sighs, and feast on her screams and her unfaltering submission. I squeeze my hard dick above my pants, letting myself fantasize that it’s her dainty little hand on me, it’s her squeezing me and making my balls draw up tight.
Fuck, I needed to bury my cock inside her as soon as fucking possible.
I drop my hand, and glance back down to her in the driveway. She inspects her handiwork and then turns on her heel, and heads back out onto the street and away from my house. I was a little disappointed that she wasn’t just coming straight in, but then I knew she was smarter than that. Turning away from the window I head to my laptop where a little blue dot blinks on the screen. I watch her leave my street in her car.
She’d be back soon.
And I’d be waiting.
Settling myself into the chair at the desk, I move my laptop to the side and pull out my sketchbook and pencils before I slide my glasses into place.
The drawing I had started the night before stares back at me.
This was the only thing that had stilled me over these past three years. Drawing Isobel, recreating her in all the ways I could on paper had been enough until she could come find me. In this particular sketch, she’s laid out on the bed, her spine arched, breasts pointed towards the ceiling. Her thighs are parted, her pussy on show and her fingers buried inside. I hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing her like this yet, of her giving herself pleasure, but I would. I’d be sure this is one of the first things we recreate.
I put my pencil to the paper and continue shading, sharpening the outline of her breasts and contouring the arch of her spine. The sound of the lead scraping on the paper soothes me, and watching her come to life on the page settles the roaring beast inside me that demands for us to find her.
She’d come back, I needed patience. I’d had it for the past three years but it’s like now that I know she is focused on finding me, I can’t wait any longer.
My eyes slip to the tracker still open on my laptop, finding that little blue dot that’s her, and seeing she’s only a few miles from me. I zoom in on the screen, seeing she’s stationary, hiding out inside a coffee shop in the high street not far from here. What was she planning? I wondered, tapping my pencil. What would she do? How would she attack, would she plan everything, drag it out, or would she just get it over with?
There was a sick sense of giddiness and anticipation rising like a tide inside of me, making my heart pound just that little bit harder.
Her thirst for vengeance against me has been driving her these last few years, could she wait now that I was within her reach?
This game of ours was deadly and it would consume us both, but I’m welcoming those flames, and together, we would burn.