Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,19
on my face as I unbuckle the belt from around her neck and pull it off. She immediately reaches for the bag, but I grab her wrists and twist them, causing her to cry out in pain. “Don’t touch that. Stay still or I will hurt you.”
I push the knife into her skin close to her neck. Little droplets of blood flow from her veins, and I relish in the color. Goddamn, it makes me want to lick the color off her skin. She hisses from the pain, only making me more excited.
“Feel that?” I say. “It still recognizes your flesh from long ago … it can’t wait to sink itself into you again. Unless you behave, of course, because my knife only likes naughty girls.”
I grin as she whimpers. I put her arms behind the chair and tie them with the belt.
“Don’t fucking move,” I say. “Or your life will end much sooner than you would like it to.”
“Let me go …” she murmurs through the bag. “It’s really you, isn’t it?”
I frown. “Of course, it’s me. Who else would it be?” I pull the belt extra hard, so I can hear that lovely whimper one more time. “Or do you mean to say you’ve made plenty of enemies that cause you to doubt my identity?” I walk to her front and lean in to look at her, even though I can only see her lips. Just the way they shudder gets me all riled up. “Because that I can definitely believe.”
“Fuck you …” she mutters.
I grab the bag and pull it tight, gagging her again. “Say that again one more time. I dare you.”
She slams her mouth shut, almost biting on it. On purpose, I think. Maybe she’s trying to shut herself up. Good. It’s about fucking time.
“That’s what I thought,” I say, releasing her again.
I walk around the room; looking at all the props that are here, I think of the ways I can use them to torture her. I want her to the point of begging for death, and then I still won’t give it to her, because that’s the least she deserves.
“Why are you here?” she whispers after a while.
I stop in my tracks and listen to the sound of her breathing. It’s calming to hear the hitches and hastiness of it, as if she knows these might be her final breaths. She’s savoring them, and I’m savoring this moment. This is my drug, my source of energy. I’ve lived for this all these years—to have her in my claws, vulnerable, unable to defend herself against what’s coming.
She’s asking for the reason of my hunt, but she already knows why I’m here.
“Don’t ask me that,” I spit, turning around. “You know damn well why I’m here.”
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” she says, her lips quivering. I love looking at them; I love the sight of her losing the fight with hope.
“Eventually,” I say. “But first, I’ll take my time to punish you thoroughly for what you’ve done.”
“So you’re going to keep me here? Blind and bound to a chair?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, but I might have to make some … improvements to this attic in order to keep you here.”
“Keep me here?” she says with a high-pitched voice as if she’s insulted.
I walk toward her and rip a hole in the bag near her ear, causing her to squeal. “Can’t hear me? Now you can. I will keep you here for as long as I want,” I muse. “And that totally depends on how much you manage to amuse me.”
“You’re sick,” she says.
I laugh. “Oh, you’ve only caught a glimpse of how sick things can get.” I twist my knife between my fingers, eager to start. I’m not even sure what I want to do first, so I’ll have to think hard about it. “But I’ll show you … all in due time.”
“Why? What do you want?” she asks.
“Revenge, Princess.” I lean in so close that I can whisper into her ear. “I want revenge.”
“What do you plan to do with me?” she says with a croaky voice.
“Anything and everything I want.” I touch her neck, which makes her flinch, and let my finger slide down her shoulder. The goosebumps that follow look so appetizing; I could take a bite out of her right now.
“I’ll give you money. I can give you anything you want,” she says, sounding more desperate with every passing second.
I laugh, standing up straight as I place