Prologue

PROLOGUE

“ G o on, little girl. Make a run for it. I want to chase you.”

It was when he chuckled that I darted for the door, gripped the handle, and tore it open. I ran out and was about to hit the staircase to sprint downstairs when I felt his hand wrap around my ponytail and yank me back against his chest.

He laughed deeper, harder, and dragged me back to the room kicking and screaming.

I didn’t want this… but oh my God, what was this feeling between my thighs? A tingling. A warmth.

An intense wrongness.

We were back in my room, and he slammed the door shut, pressed my back to it, and towered over me in that terrifying neon mask.

Long seconds passed in which he didn’t speak, just stared at me. I couldn’t see much through the darkness of the room and the shadows crowding us. His mask, although lit, was dim and not overpowering. Just enough to see between the two of us.

It was petrifying.

He dragged out a knife and held it in front of me. I felt my eyes widen and pressed my back to the door, my palms flat against the cool, hard wood.

“Don’t move,” he cooed and lifted that knife right to my throat, pressing the tip to my neck. “I might cut you if you do.”

I shivered and closed my eyes, the blade cold but warming from my body heat.

“But if I’m being honest, little girl, I want to slice this pretty flesh and watch it turn red with your blood.”

And when I felt his hand between my thighs, a soft sound left me, one that humiliated me because it wasn’t just of fear.

This is wrong. God, this is so wrong, but it feels so good.

I was sick and twisted getting off on the way this masked intruder touched me. His breathing was hard as he dug his knife into my throat a little more, pulling a moan from me.

He slid the blade down, and I gasped at how the sting from it told me he was actually cutting my skin as he made his way to my nightshirt. He tore through it easily until it was hanging open from my shoulders.

“Stop this,” I said, and he laughed before thrusting his fingers between my legs. I’d taken off my panties when I went to the bathroom mere minutes ago after waking up soaked from my dream, right before this intruder shocked me by stepping out from behind my shower curtain. So now, he touched against bare, slick flesh.

He leaned in and said against my ear, his words muffled by the mask, “Dirty, fucking liar. Your cunt is soaked for me.” He laughed again, and the sound was harsh as it moved along my body… like his knife just had.