Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

My chest burns from all the running I’ve been doing. All night long I ran through the trees.

I didn’t get very far mostly because I had to be careful not to fall over or impale myself on one of the downed branches.

Everytime I thought it’d be okay for me to stop it felt like someone was right behind me. Like they were seconds away from wrapping their hands around my neck and pulling me back to the hell that I’d just gotten away from.

Unfortunately I haven’t been paying attention to where I was going because now I’m deep in the woods,my body shaking from both fear and cold, and I don’t know where to go.

The darkness is oppressive, pressing in on me from all sides. I strain my eyes, searching for any sign of civilization, but all I see are more trees stretching endlessly in every direction. My breath comes in ragged gasps, visible in the frigid night air.

A twig snaps behind me and I whirl around, heart pounding. Is it them? Have they found me already? I peer into the gloom, but see nothing. Just shadows and more shadows. Still, I can't shake the feeling of being watched.

I force my aching legs to move again, stumbling forward on unsteady feet. I have to keep going. I have to find help. But exhaustion is taking its toll. My mind is foggy, my thoughts scattered. How long have I been out here? Hours? It all blurs together.

A faint glow catches my eye in the distance. Lights? My heart leaps with hope. Could it be a house? Or maybe a road? I quicken my pace, pushing through the underbrush toward the source of the light. As I draw closer, I realize it's moving. Flickering.

Fire.

I get closer to it and realize it’s not a house that I’ve found but more like a shack. It’s not possible that someone lives here. Is it?

I’ve heard stories about people who live out in the woods. Mostly from my parents when I was a small child and always to make sure I didn’t run off. I figured the stories were nothing more than tall tales, but as I look at the run-down house I know that’s not the case.

Everything in my body screams that I shouldn’t take a step closer, that whatever is in that broken down shack is dangerous, but I know what’s behind me.

If Clyde finds me and brings me back to our home, I’ll never survive. At least in this shack, I can get warm and figure out my next steps. This is probably the only shot I have.

Steeling myself and doing my best to shake off the anxiety, I take a step forward.

This is not what I expected. I’ve been watching Macy from the very minute she started running. There were a few times I wanted to step in and help her. Several times she’d been dangerously close to falling off a ledge or running into an animal that would’ve ripped her face off. Always at the last second she moved away.

I should’ve shown myself hours ago but I became thrilled with just watching her from the background. Now that decision has come back to bite me in the ass.

She’s in front of my space.

The little shack that I use to rest and stay away from people, she’s about to sully it with her presence.

What am I going to do with her. What am I going to do about the whole situation.

I watch as Macy hesitates at the edge of the clearing, her eyes darting nervously between the shack and the dark woods behind her. She's clearly torn, weighing the risks of approaching this unknown structure against whatever horror she's fleeing from.

I should reveal myself now, before she enters my sanctuary. But something holds me back. Curiosity, perhaps. Or maybe it's the predator in me, enjoying the chase too much to end it just yet.

Macy takes another tentative step forward, then another. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, visible in the cold night air. She's shivering violently, her thin clothes offering little protection against the chill.

The minute she steps inside, I feel a sense of completion wash over me.

Almost like she’s an animal I’ve caught inside my trap. I want to see that fear in her eyes up close. I want to watch her bottom lip quiver as she looks up at me.

Just the thought of it makes my cock hard.

I’ve never played this game before, but I’m more than just a little excited about what comes next.

I wait until she’s all the way inside my small house. I know there’s no other way out for her. Slowly, I make my way to the door and brace my hands on either side of the opening before I use my knee to nudge the thick wood open.

Macy hears the sound of the door opening, and she whirls around to see me.

A bit of cum pulses out of my cock as her eyes go wide, and she trembles hard looking at me.

“You shouldn’t be in here.”