13. Chapter 13

Right on cue, Hazel calls me. It was pretty obvious watching her on the cameras that the Molly was kicking in, which meant it was finally time to put my plan in motion.

I let my phone ring a few times and then picked it up. “Mountainside Management, this is Kane. How—“ She interrupts me before I can finish.

“Kane,” she says, her voice shaking. “Something strange happened. There’s a deer on the back deck, and it’s not moving.”

“A deer?” I repeat, pretending to be shocked. “Is there anything wrong with it? Any injuries? Did you call the police?”

“I… well, I’m not sure what to do. I didn’t know if I should call the police, or if it’s just my problem to get rid of now.” She answers frantically.

“It’s okay. I’ll come right down and then we can figure it out.” I soothe.

She chokes on her words, a sob building in her throat. The fear in her voice making my dick hard. All I can think about is how soon I’m going to be inside of her tight, wet pussy.

“I… please… Don’t call the cops. The sheriff is terrifying.” Her voice cracks, and my dick gets even harder.

“It’s okay, I’m on my way. It won’t take me long to get there. Do you think you can try looking out the window to see if it’s injured?” I ask, innocently.

“I can try,” she stammers.

“Listen, I didn’t want to say anything to scare you, but I haven’t been entirely honest about why I’ve been hanging around either.” I confess.

She’s silent.

“What?” she finally asks. “What do you mean?”

I can hear the disappointment in her voice. “Look,” I continue. “I think you should eat something and sit down so I don’t catch you off guard. I don’t need you fainting on me. Why don’t you go try one of those cookies I baked you and go sit by the fireplace?”

I know full well she’s already had two of my cum cookies with extra special frosting. Part of me just wants to know she’s eating my cum while I talk to her and the other part of me wants to make sure the drugs don’t wear off until after I’ve had my fun with her.

“I’ve already had two,” she confesses uncomfortably.

My dick flexes. Fuck, that really turns me on. I have to bite my knuckle to keep from groaning.

“So have another. Darling, you’re gorgeous, and anyone who tells you otherwise isn’t worth it.”

I can see her on my screen, biting her lip nervously. Fucking bastard. Tyler deserves what he got, just for ruining her self-esteem. So what if Hazel has a curvy body? I like my thighs thick.

She does what I tell her and I watch on screen as she enters the kitchen, retrieves the cookie, then sits next to the fire. She takes a few nibbles. “Okay, I’m ready.” Hazel squeaks out. “Tell me whatever it is.”

“Promise you won’t hang up on me.” I demand.

“Okay.” She answers.

“Okay, what?” I coax.

“I promise I won’t hang up on you. Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

I hesitate before blurting out what I want to tell her. “There’s a serial killer loose on the mountain.”

She gasps, then screams. Even though I know she’s reacting to my news and not in any danger, I have to play along.

“Hazel, are you okay? Why are you screaming? Talk to me. Tell me what’s happening.” I probe, feigning a concerned tone.

“Why didn’t you think this would be important to tell someone? Why didn’t you call me and tell me not to come? Would we be safer together?” She fires off her questions rapidly.

If only she knew being with me was more dangerous than being alone. I roll my eyes, annoyed by her questions. The answers are so obvious. I didn’t tell her because you don’t just shake someone’s hand and say, “Hi, I’m a serial killer, I invited her to stay alone for a reason and calling to cancel would have ruined everything.” Duh.

“There’s no time for that. I need you to get a closer look at the deer. I didn’t want it to come to this, but the serial killer has been leaving dead animals on his victim’s porches. Like a calling card of sorts.” I hold my breath, waiting for her response.

“What should I do? I’m all alone.” She’s trembling as I watch her on the screen.

“I know, Hazel. I promise. I’m on my way. Put on your boots, grab your jacket, and if there’s any sign of trauma, any sort of injury, promise me one thing. Promise me you’ll run. Get to the path behind the cabin and follow the shoreline of the lake. I’ll meet you. He could be inside already. I promise I will get to you. I’m grabbing my ATV now.” My directions are calm, despite everything I am telling her to do.

“Stay on the phone with me, please,” she begs.

“I can’t. I need two hands to drive if you want me to get to you. You’re going to have to be brave and trust me. I promised your uncle I would keep you safe, and I never break my promises.” My attempt to reassure her seems to work.

She nods her head in agreement. “Okay. I’ll see you as soon as you get here.”

“I’ll see you soon, Hazel. I promise. I’ll see you soon.”