14. Gage

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The voices in my head whisper like razor blades in my skull. Halloween is usually my favorite time of the year. It's a night where I unleash the monster inside me and revel in the terror of my victims. But tonight, my target is nowhere to be seen. The rage inside me builds, threatening to consume me.

I stalk through the carnival, my senses attuned to the scents and sounds of the crowd. Earlier, I heard her friends say they'd stay clear of the carnival tonight through the device in her phone. The knowledge only fuels my anger, making the darkness inside me howl for blood.

I consider the passers-by searching for someone to satisfy my deviant urges. A young couple catches my eye, their laughter grating on my nerves. I imagine the girl's screams as I slice into her flesh, the way her blood would look on my hands while her partner watches helplessly. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation through me.

But I force myself to keep moving, knowing I can't risk drawing too much attention. The police are already on high alert after the attack on Charlotte, and I can't afford to make any mistakes.

As I walk, the shadows seem to come alive, whispering in my ear. They urge me to let go, to give in to the monster inside me. I clench my fists, fighting the impulse to snatch anyone who crosses my path.

I spot a group of teenagers, their faces painted with garish makeup and their costumes revealing too much skin. They giggle and shriek as they stumble through the crowd, oblivious to the danger hiding in the shadows. I follow them, my heart pounding with anticipation.

I wait until they wander into a deserted carnival area, away from the crowds and the lights. The girl in the skimpy nurse costume catches my eye, her brown hair spilling over her shoulders.

I step out of the shadows, my mask firmly in place. The teenagers scream when they see me, their eyes wide with terror. I lunge forward, grabbing the girl by the throat. She struggles against me, but I'm too strong. I can feel her pulse racing beneath my fingers and hear the frantic beat of her heart.

Dragging her into the darkness, I ignore the screams of her friends. They scatter like frightened rabbits, too scared to come to her aid. I pin the girl against the wall, my body pressing against hers. She whimpers, tears streaming down her face.

I trace the edge of my knife along her cheek, watching as she trembles beneath my touch.

"Scream for me," I growl. "Let me hear you beg for your life."

"What the fuck?" a sweet voice cuts through the dark rage.

I freeze, my grip on the girl's throat loosening as I turn to face the intruder. My eyes widen behind my mask as I see Aurora standing before me, her eyes blazing with fear and determination.

"Let her go," she demands, her voice trembling.

I blink, wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me. I've obsessed over Aurora for days, dreaming of when I can finally make her mine. Is it possible that she's really here, in the flesh?

I release the girl, shoving her aside. She stumbles and falls to the ground, sobbing hysterically. But I barely notice her, my attention focused solely on Aurora.

"What are you doing here?" I growl, taking a step toward her.

She backs away, her eyes darting as if searching for an escape route. "I... I came to the carnival to find you."

I tilt my head, studying her. She's wearing a provocative Halloween costume, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that makes my blood run hot. Did she wear it for me?

I stalk toward her, my knife glinting in the faint glow of the carnival. The urge to speak, to tell her all the fucked up things I want to do to her, is strong. But I remain silent, letting my actions speak for me.

I drag the blade of my knife over her skin, tracing the delicate curve of her neck. She shivers beneath my touch, her pulse racing. I inhale deeply, drinking in her scent. It's intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and arousal that makes my head spin.

My hands roam over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. I can feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her costume, making me ache with need.

Pressing myself against her, I allow her to feel the hard length of my cock.

She gasps, her eyes widening. I can see the desire in her gaze. It only fuels my own desires, making me want to push her to the brink of madness.

I slip my hand beneath her skirt, my fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She bucks against me, a desperate whimper falling from her lips. I can feel how much she wants this and craves my touch.

The voices in my head are screaming now, urging me to take her right here in the shadows. To claim her as mine, to mark her skin with my blade and my teeth. The darkness inside me howls with hunger, demanding to be fed.

"How many cocks have you had in this cunt?" I demand, remembering how filthy she was on the camera last night. Moving my finger to probe her asshole, I lower my voice. "Or in this tight little ass because you rode that fucking dildo like a dirty little slut."

Aurora moans and meets my gaze. "Zero."

I tighten my grip on her throat, my eyes boring into hers. "Don't lie to me, little one," I growl, my voice low and threatening. "I know what I saw. No virgin fucks herself like that."

But as I search her face, I see the truth in her eyes. She holds my gaze, unflinching, even as I cut off her air supply. There's a defiance in her expression, a challenge that sends a thrill through me.

I release my hold on her throat, watching as she gasps for breath. Her chest heaves, the rise and fall of her breasts drawing my attention. I can't help but imagine how they would feel in my hands, how her nipples would harden under my touch.

"You're telling the truth," I murmur, my voice rough. "A virgin, untouched by any man."

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "I've been waiting for someone like you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from my chokehold. "Someone who can give me what I need."

I lean in closer, my mask brushing against her cheek. "And what is it that you need, little one?"

She shivers. "I need the darkness," she breathes, her words sending a jolt of electricity through me. "I need the pain, the fear. I need to be consumed by it."

I growl, my cock throbbing with need. I've never met anyone like Aurora who craves the same things I do. It's intoxicating, the way she surrenders to the darkness.

My fingers slip inside her pussy, and she's soaking wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I tease her. Aurora bucks against me, a desperate moan falling from her lips.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. I'm going to make you scream my name until you forget your own."

She bites her lip. "What's your name?"

I smirk. "Gage, little one." I wrap my free hand around her throat. "Tell me what exactly it is you want me to do."

Her eyes sparkle with a fire that matches the one burning inside me. This girl, this exquisite creature, craves the very things that I do. I've finally found someone who understands.

"I want you to chase me," she whispers, her breath hot against my skin. "I want to run through these woods, feeling the fear of being hunted."

I smirk, my fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs. "And what then, little one? Do you want me to catch you?"

She nods, her gaze intense. "Wrestle me to the ground. I want to feel your strength, your power."

My cock twitches at her words, straining against the fabric of my pants. Her desire for roughness, for domination, matches my own. I can already tell this girl will bring out the worst in me.

"And then?" I prompt. "What happens after I have you on the ground?"

Aurora bites her lip, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me rough in the dirt."

Her words send a bolt of pure need straight to my groin. I grab her then, my hands on her body as I back her against the nearest tree. I lift my mask to reveal my mouth and slam it against hers. My tongue plunders her mouth as I taste her for the first time.

Her hands claw at my back, her nails clawing at the skin through my shirt. I tear my mouth from hers, nipping and sucking at her neck as I pull her dress up. Lowering my head, I capture a hard nipple between my teeth through her bra, biting down gently and growling.

She screams, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and it fuels my need to mark her as mine. Slipping my hand between her thighs again, I rub her through her panties. She bucks against my hand, her hips moving frantically as she seeks relief.

But I won't make it easy for her. Slowly, I withdraw my hand, my lips curving into a malicious smile as I slip the mask back into place. "Run from your monster, little one," I whisper, stepping back. "Run as fast as you can, and don't look back."

She stares at me momentarily, her eyes widening as she understands I'm going to make her dirty fantasy come true. Then she turns and flees, her feet pounding against the forest floor.

I let her get a head start, savoring the anticipation. Oddly, the thrill of the chase is so much sweeter knowing she wants this—that she's begging for it.

With a roar, I launch myself after her, my long strides double hers.

She's fast, I'll give her that. But I'm faster. The moonlight filters through the treetops, casting an eerie glow on the path ahead.

I crash through the trees, ignoring the branches that scratch my skin. Aurora darts between the trees, her footsteps light and nimble. But I'm gaining on her, my hunter's instinct kicking in.

My mind is a whirlwind of disjointed thoughts and images. Aurora sprawled beneath me, her eyes wide with fear and desire. I imagine the feel of her soft skin beneath my hands, the way she would squirm and writhe as I dominated her.

The darkness within me howls with hunger, urging me to claim her. To mark her flesh with my teeth and my knife. To have her blood on my cock when I tear her open. The night is alive with the sound of my pursuit, my heavy breathing, and the crunch of leaves beneath my feet.

I reach out, my fingers grazing her waist. She screams, the sound spurring me on. With a roar, I envelop her in a tight embrace, tackling her to the ground. We tumble in a mess of limbs, our breath becoming ragged gasps.

I roll on top of her, my body pinning hers to the forest floor. She struggles against me, her eyes wild and frantic. But I'm too strong. My need is too great.

I can feel her heart pounding beneath my palm as I hold her wrists above her head. Her skin is soft, her body yielding beneath mine. I sense her fear, and it only makes me harder.

My need for her is a living thing. It consumes me, clouding my thoughts and driving me to the edge of sanity. I knew I shouldn't have done this. Taking her to my trailer would've been the smart thing to do rather than chase her. The monster inside has taken over, and I can't stop.

Her breasts heave with each breath, straining against the thin fabric of her costume. With my free hand, I cup one, squeezing it hard, and roll her nipple between my fingers. She rewards me with a whimper that makes my dick twitch violently. I can't take this much longer.

I bow my head and shift the mask so I can touch my lips to the sensitive column of her throat. She tastes of salt and desire. "Fuck, you're so hot," I murmur against her skin. The blood coursing through her veins is like a siren's song to me.

Her struggles intensify as she tries to break free. But I tighten my grip, growling, "You're not getting away from me, little one. This was your idea, remember?"

She squirms underneath me, the feel of her soft body driving me wild. The night is dark and endless, the perfect backdrop for what I'm about to do.

"Stop fighting me," I growl, my voice low and dangerous. "You know you want this. You came looking for me, little one."

Her eyes sparkle with defiance even as she struggles to break free. "Let me go, you monster," she hisses, but there's no force behind her words.

I chuckle, the sound deep and menacing. "Monster, am I? And here I thought you wanted me."

I press my body against hers, letting her feel the evidence of my desire. She gasps as she realizes how hard I am for her and how much I want her.

"You have got no idea what I want," she challenges, trying to push me away.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing her ear. "I know exactly what you want, Aurora. You want me to take control and make you feel things you've never felt."

Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. "Gage," she moans, her voice thick with need.

I tear at her costume, ripping the fabric to reveal her creamy skin beneath. My cock throbs, demanding to be inside her. I silence her gasp with a brutal kiss, claiming her mouth with mine as I shove my knife against her throat. Then I tear her panties off with my free hand. She tries to cover herself, but there's no escaping me. I lower myself on top of her.

"Don't hide from me, little one. Every inch of you is mine to explore."

I feast on the sight of her naked body, her breasts heaving. Slowly, I trail my knife down her stomach. Her skin is perfect, smooth, and unmarred.

I enjoy seeing her helpless and exposed body illuminated by the moonlight. I drag my fingers through the wetness between her thighs as I tease her clit. She's soaking wet.

Aurora bucks her hips, seeking more friction. "Please, Gage," she moans.

I smirk, my voice hoarse as I say, "That's what I like to hear. My name on those pretty lips while you're begging for more."

Freeing my aching dick from the confines of my jeans, I line myself up with her dripping wet cunt. Slowly, I rub the head of my dick over her clit, and she moans deeply, arching her back.As I part her thighs, the feel of small scars gives me pause. She cuts herself. I shudder, wondering why this beautiful creature is so dark, but it's not the time to explore that right now. Instead, I line the head of my cock up with her cunt and look down at her.

Fuck.

I can't believe how beautiful she is. "Watch my dick as I tear away your virginity," I demand.

She trembles and then looks down, eyes wide as she takes in my size. I push forward, her breath catching as I push into her.

"God, you're so tight. You like that, don't you, little one? Feeling me stretch you open?"

Her head falls back, exposing her throat as she moans, "Yes."

I withdraw almost entirely and then thrust back into her, setting a brutal pace. With each snap of my hips, I go deeper, taking her virginity and making her mine. She may be a virgin, but something tells me my dirty little bitch loved fucking herself with dildos after she rode one with her fucking ass on the camera. She's not a stranger to having her cunt stretched.

My hand snakes around her throat, applying a bit of pressure to choke her, my thumb rubbing her jaw while I move her face as I like it, all the while fucking her with my thick cock.

Her moans fill the night, a symphony of pleasure and pain. Her fingernails dig into my back, scratching at me as she meets my thrusts with her hips. I lean down, capturing one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down gently and then tugging.

She screams, her body arching off the ground as she nears her release. The sound of her pleasure drives me closer to the edge, spurring me on. She likes it painful and rough. The monster in me purrs with contentment.

Aurora's body trembles as her orgasm washes over her, her walls clenching around me. I growl as I feel her tighten, the wetness of her release coating my cock. "That's it, little one," I encourage, my voice rough as I struggle to hold on. "Come all over my cock."

And then I let myself go.

With a few more rough thrusts, I spill myself into her, my body shuddering as I grunt, pumping her full of my cum.

"You're mine now," I tell her, my voice a low rumble in her ear.

She nods in agreement. "Yours," she breathes, her hips still rolling as she tries to get more from me.

I grin, a wicked thrill coursing through me. I've finally found my perfect match, a twisted soul who craves the darkness as much as I do.