Page 2 of Frost Bitten
“I’m only going to tell you this once, Little One,” he explains. “Iwillhave you. Youwillbe mine. And youwillcome to me on your own. I’ll give you time, because I don’t want your mom to know, but you are going to pack up and leave them. You will come to me.”
“I’m going to allow you to let them think you’re going off on your own, that you need time to become your own woman. You have until December to come up with an excuse and put it into action. Iwillbe watching you, and Iwillmeet you once you get away. If you don’t, I will make them pay, and then I’ll take you just like I always intended to.” He leans down, grinding his cock into my soft stomach, then sliding down just a bit further. Fuck, now he’s grinding against my pussy.
I’m bawling, he’s completely destroying me. He leans in, licking my neck, grunting in my ear.
“Fuck, Little One, I cannot wait to come inside this body. For now, though, I’m going to spray my seed all over these gorgeous tits and stomach of yours. You like that? I’m going to mark you. You are mine.Mine!” he moans, grabbing a hold of my other breast and then harshly smacking it. Fuck, that hurt! He’s so fucking disgusting, rutting against me, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Mmmm,” he groans, leaning down to sniff my chest. “I bet you taste so good, sweetheart. I promise I’ll lick you every day once you come to me. Fuck, you’re so sexy. I’m ready for you,” he grunts out, still bucking against my pubic bone. He sits up, pinching the first nipple hard, just to get a reaction from me, and then moves to unzip his pants.
No. Fuck this!No!He reaches into his pants and pulls out his lackluster cock. It is jutting straight out at me, pointing to what it wants, but he knows he can’t take me here. It doesn’t stop him from grabbing a hold of his dick with his thumb and two fingers because that’s all that can fit. He vigorously yanks on it, pumping his hand while licking his lips. He runs his eyes from the hand he’s using to hold down my wrists to my tear-filled eyes to the reddened flesh of my breasts that he assaulted with his hands and mouth. He continues his sweep of my body, finally stopping on my parted jeans, and then closes his eyes. Two, three more pumps, and then he’s quietly groaning as his cock spurts all over me. Fucking hell, all over my breasts, soiling my bra, splashing all over my stomach. I’m quietly sobbing through the gag and tape, helpless to do anything.
Once he's done, he grabs the waist of my jeans, yanking them down my legs until he’s slipped them below my ass. That frees up my hips enough for him to yank my shredded panties from between my legs. My gag reflex triggers then, but fortunately everything stays down for the moment.
He brings my panties to his nose, deeply inhaling and sighing with contentment. He looks down at my bare pussy, frowning, then swipes the panty scraps through the cum beginning to dry on my belly “Next time, Little One,” he whispers, “I’ll soak your panties with my seed the right way.” And with that, he jumps up and runs off into the darkness.
Immediately I reach up, struggling with the tape and gag over my mouth. Once I free the gag, my head sags back to the ground. I curl up in a ball, desperate to protect myself. Once I’ve counted to ten, calming myself, I begin to bite at the tape around my wrists until my hands are free. I then turn to my ankles to peel off the tape there. I jump to my feet and pull my jeans up, so I’m no longer exposed. My stomach turns again, and I rush to remove the bandana tied around my neck where it had fallen. I barely get the bandana untied before I’m retching into the surrounding flora. Purging all the gross, revolting feelings, but it doesn’t seem like I’ll ever get rid of them all.
When my stomach finally ceases churning, I gasp, tears still pouring down my face. He’s back, no longer just haunting my nightmares. He’s haunting my every waking moment. I’ll know it’s him when I get that creepy feeling crawling up my spine. I’ll know he’s watching and waiting for me to leave home. I’ll have to, I’m not going to risk Mom and Lily.
I stand and turn my back to where the crowds are. I doubt they can see me or my trashed state, but I’m not risking it until I put myself back together, at least a bit. I quickly use the bandana and wipe my mouth, cringing as I begin to try to clean up the mess Jason left all over me. My bare pussy rubs against my jeans. After the ordeal I just experienced, I will take soaked panties any day; this is far more dirty and uncomfortable.
Once I’ve cleaned up the mess the best I can with the bandana Jason left behind, I tuck my tender boobs back inside my bra. I’ll be burning this bra tomorrow. Finally at the point where I can at least stand upright and hold my shirt together enough to be able to escape this hellhole, I hurriedly make my way toward the exit of the haunted doll house. The first trash can I see, I run and dump the dirty, filthy bandana. I cling to my shirt to keep it closed and begin to jog. I need to get to Ella ASAP.
It’s not long though, right around the corner from the exit of the doll house, I run into the guys. Each one of them standing around all nonchalant, not the least bit concerned with where I’ve been. They have no clue as to what I’ve just endured.
I keep jogging along the path, tears falling once more, without my permission. I don’t look at them. They left me, and Jason took advantage. Fuck them and the horses they rode in on. I’m not talking to them. Icouldn’ttalk to them right now, even if I wanted to. I feel so dirty, so used, I just want to go home.
Of course, it’s Bast that notices me first. He seems relieved. That is, until he sees the state I’m in. My hair, torn from the ponytail I’d recently put it up in, is flying around me with leaves and twigs sticking out in all directions. I don’t even want to know the state of my mascara. “Cait!” he yells out and starts rushing toward me. But I’m not having any of it. I keep awkwardly jogging, pushing through my tears.
“Fuck, Cait, what’s going on?” Corey calls out, panicking. He’s unsure what has happened to me. That’s fine, let them wonder. Fuck them all. Just as I pass the group, I catch Corey’s gaze, his face full of pain at the sight of me. Then there is Dominic, scowling with furrowed brows as he turns to keep up. Finally, Cameron. Fuck him. He’s standing, not following me like the others, in complete shock. His eyes are wide, mouth hanging open as I run by him; and for a split second, I think that maybe he didn’t mean any harm. I keep running, and as we jog through one of the passageways to get to the front of the park, the crowd thins. So much so the silence that surrounds me is deafening.
Suddenly, Corey runs ahead. He stops directly in my path and turns to catch me as I run by, but as soon as he touches me, I cry out, falling to the ground. “Cait, what the fuck happened to you? We left the haunted house, yeah, but I made them turn back. We waited for you at the exit of the house; what happened inside that house after we got separated from you?!” The panic, the fear in his voice reverberates through me.
“It was after,” I gasp out between breaths. I stand up, still clutching my torn shirt closed. All the guys take in my appearance, from my tousled and twig-matted hair to my red face, swollen from crying. The shirt that I have to hold closed is the worst of what they can see, though. Once standing, I raise my chin. I can’t control the tears any more than I could the last fifteen minutes, or however long it’s been, but I will show them that I am strong enough to not need them, not after they abandoned me.
“It was after,” I say with a firm voice. “After you all ran off and left me in the worst haunted house you could, my nightmare from my past caught up with me. He brought back painful, disgusting memories, and worse yet, he molested me. Right there, behind the haunted house. He gagged me so I couldn’t scream. He attacked me because you all weren’t there. You left me alone, and now that I’ve faced the worst of my past on my own, you don’t deserve to be there when I pick up my broken pieces.” I turn and continue on my trek to find Ella, not caring one flying fuck if they follow.
TWO
CAIT
I leave the guys in my dust, continuing to move as quickly as I can. My jeans are rubbing and chafing, and my muscles are sore from fighting Jason, but I press on. Bast soon catches up with me and quietly runs along with me, not saying a word. I’m glad the quiet one is the one who caught up with me, if any of them. He’ll at least keep his damn mouth shut. He likely only caught up with me out of guilt. The others? Fuck them. In fact, fuck them all.
Turning the last corner, I slow down. I can see the first aid office, and Ashton and Ella standing outside. They haven’t seen me though, so I take a minute, and pause, trying to catch my breath, and wipe my face. I’m likely a mess, so I don’t need to worry her any more than she already will be. After several deep breaths, I begin to make my way toward my friends.
“Cait!” Cameron.
“Cait, wait, please!” Corey.
“Please, Cait, just talk to us?” Even Dominic. Damn. I guess those guilty consciences spurred them into action. Too bad for them that I don’t give a flying fuck.
“Cait? I know you don’t owe us anything, but they just want to know if you’re ok,” Bast says quietly.
“And what if I’m not? They can’t do anything about that. They, and you, screwed me over, and I’ve learned my lesson. Don’t trust any-fucking-one.” I turn back toward the front and leave Bast behind as I continue my search for Ella, but it seems all the yelling has caught her attention. Ashton is assisting her in hobbling over to me on her crutches.
“Cait?” she asks suspiciously. “What’s going on? Why are you running ahead of the guys?” Perfect timing, the jackasses turn the corner just as she finished that question.
“Remember how I said I’ve had creepy stalker feelings, like someone watching me?”
