At the top, there’s ‘Primal Kink’ and my username as his specified partner.
My choppy breathing slows to a rhythm that’s similar to his. Not as controlled, but close.
It’s Landon.
This is actually happening.
Though…wait.
I’m not wearing a mask as I said I’d be. Does this mean he knows who I am and he still wants to do this?
A feeling of complete thrill ripples through me at the thought.
His hold loosens from around my neck and then his gravelly, too-rough voice orders, “Run.”
I stumble, and the place where he touched me tingles and burns. I want to look at him, and I can feel him behind me as tall as a god and just as lethal.
One twist of my head and I would see him.
But I don’t try.
Instead, I shift and then do as he said.
I run.
5
CECILY
If anyone were to watch this scene from the outside looking in, they’d think it was the epitome of craziness.
A foreign entity has grabbed hold of my consciousness ever since I was ambushed in the middle of the hauntingly eerie forest.
I haven’t stopped running.
Adrenaline pumps in my veins with nauseating inflation until I nearly throw up with it.
If this is insane, the one chasing me is at the peak of the madness scale.
He didn’t tell me to run to give me an opening, no. He did it because he probably gets off on seeing me flounder.
Gasping for air.
Getting lost on unknown grounds.
Are his muscles as stiff as mine? Is blood pumping in his veins with overwhelming power? Is his pulse skyrocketing with each passing second, refusing to be contained or calmed?
If I were to reach into my chest, the only thing I’d be able to touch is the remains of my exploding heart and the decimation of my withering morals.
However, shame is the last emotion on my mind as I keep running and running. Fallen branches and the bushes scratch against my legs and hands, but I shove them out of the way.
I trip on a stray rock, groaning in pain, but I barely pause before picking up my pace again.
My lungs burn and my muscles scream with exertion.
It’s the fastest I’ve run in my whole life.
And yet, his footsteps remain steady behind me. I hear them now and again, coming from different directions, flashing in and out of the night like a ghost’s.