My heart hammers as another text lights up the screen.
Unknown Number:The real thing is better than my imagination, though. What are the chances of you opening your legs if I come over right now?
Glyndon:Zero.
Unknown Number:And if I ask nicely?
Glyndon:Still zero.
Unknown Number:You should’ve said 50%. Because there’s a 100% option if I somehow slip into your room while you’re sleeping.
Glyndon:My friends won’t let you.
Unknown Number:They won’t find out, and if they do, I’ll strap them to their beds with duct tape.
Glyndon:Even Annika?
Unknown Number:Especially that one. She’s loud as fuck most of the time.
Glyndon:Jeremy will kill you.
Unknown Number:Not if I tell him she was putting herself in danger and I tied her up for her own good. And aww, are you worried about me, baby?
Glyndon:If by worried, you mean I’m commissioning a voodoo doll with your name on it to stab it to death, decapitate it, and watch the tendons snap, then sure, I’m sick with worry.
Unknown Number:I like your gory imagination and attention to detail. You should show me your paintings sometime. I want to see inside your head.
Glyndon:Never.
Unknown Number:Never say never.
Glyndon:I’m going to sleep.
Unknown Number:Sleep tight and dream of me. And who knows? Maybe it’ll come true.
13
GLYNDON
Something moves between my legs and I mumble a whine.
It thickens and I startle awake. At first, I’m disoriented, my mind foggy with sleep and my response slower than a vintage train.
But I don’t get to react.
A shadow looms over me, large and threatening. He pulls my legs apart with a strong hand and I open my mouth to shriek, but he slams a palm over it.
Terror courses through me and I begin to hyperventilate. My heart thunders to life with frightening intensity.
I scream, but the only sound that comes out is a haunted muffled noise.
He expertly removes my knickers and I try kicking my legs, but he slaps them, forcing me to remain in place. His finger traces my folds and I close my eyes with shame.
“Mmm. I knew you’d be soaking wet, baby. Were you fantasizing about how I’d come through the window and deflower this tight little cunt?”
I shake my head, but I can hardly move it due to his brute strength. God, I can’t believe I’m being turned on by being ambushed.
By Killian.