Page 1 of Frost Bitten
PROLOGUE
COREY
Guilt niggled at me from the moment we walked into this damn haunted house. I knew Cam was going to insist we leave her, but without her friends here with us, I just don’t feel right. And the fact that she’s been acting weird, and he thinks she’s cheating,or whatever you’d call going behind my back, just doesn’t help the situation. She’s seemed off almost the entire night, just not acting like her usual Sunshine-y self.
When she screams at the first appearance of the doll actors, the weight of walking away from her becomes oppressive. I turn to look at the guys behind me, and specifically make eye contact with Cameron. He gives me alook,telling me I need to distance myself from her, which only gnaws at my conscience even more. Shame lines my stomach, sour and heavy, as I follow behind her, allowing her to walk into this literal house of her nightmares.
We finally catch a break when she becomes overwhelmed and runs ahead through a tight hallway. Cam pushes us out of the emergency exit, a determined expression cemented on his face. I stop in my tracks, and turn to face him.
“Bro, stop!” I yell. “We can’t do this. We can’t leave her by herself. I don’t fucking care if she’s seeing someone else too; I just can’t live with myself if I abandon her here in her worst nightmare.”
“She’ll be alright, man,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “We’re in the middle of tons of people, and there are plenty of workers that will help if need be.” I turn to look at Bast and Dom, neither of which look at me. But at least they are looking at each other. It seems as if they are asking themselves what they should do. Big help they are, I figured at least I could count on them.
“Fine,” I huff. “You fuckers stand around with your dicks in your hands. I’m sticking around, waiting for her just around the corner from the exit. Do what the hell you want to do. I at least need to tell her that I’m out. I don’t feel right, leaving her like this, all by herself. I don’t care if that makes me weak or a pussy; I don’t feel like I could look at myself in the mirror in the morning if I just walked away, not knowing that she made it to her friends.” With one last look at Cam, I turn and brush past the conveniently silent other two and make my way to stand guard by a tree to watch for her.
I’m still fuming a minute later when Bast and Dom step up on either side of me. Minutes tick by until our last friend joins us. “As soon as she comes out, you tell her we’re leaving. I’m not giving her any more of my time,” Cam growls from behind me.
I roll my eyes, but I don’t answer. He’ll figure out soon enough that she’s worth it; she’s worth it all.
ONE
CAIT
A rough, scratchy voice whispers into my ear the words I’ve been fearing for almost a week,“I’ve finally caught you, Little One.”
No. No! I struggle, pulling from within his arms. I’m not going to do this. I’m not going quietly or without a fight. “Ah, ah, Little One, just listen. I just want to talk to you. What a lovely young woman you’ve become.” Dread flowing freely throughout my body halts my struggle at the hint of escaping him. He leans in, inhaling a deep breath, which ghosts over my neck as he exhales. Repulsion shudders through me, and memories quickly overwhelm me.
“Little One, why don’t you go upstairs and change clothes? You can play for a bit while your mom takes Lily to see the neighbors,” Jason calls out to me one Saturday morning. I was eleven, and I couldn’t help but think I was too old to “play”, but whatever. I went upstairs to change after a late breakfast, and as I reached my bedroom, I heard my mom call out, “I’ll be back soon, honey” as the front door slammed. I closed my bedroom door and went to pick out clothes for the day. Just as I began to undress, the door suddenly opened, and Jason carried in a load of my laundry. I squeaked out of shock and tried to cover my naked body. Jason just gave a fake shocked gasp and weakly apologized. He went to leave, but as he reached my door, he turned back and said, “What a lovely young woman you are becoming. We’re going to have to get you proper clothes to fit that maturing body of yours.” His eyes slowly raked down my body before they jerked back to meet my stare, and with a wink that sent chills down my spine, he turned and left the door wide open.
“Now, are you going to listen to what I have to say?” my tormentor growls into my ear. “I’m sure you want to hear all about how I’ve missed you.” He steadily pulls me backward into the heavily wooded area behind the haunted doll house, despite all of my efforts to get away. “I’ve spent nearly five years looking for you. That fucking bitch thought my behavior was unhealthy,” he sneered, struggling to drag me along. Spit flew from his mouth as he cursed Mom’s protectiveness of me. “I was only loving you. She kicked me out that Friday, while you and Lily were at school. When I came home on Sunday, all prepared to make everything right with her and hide my love for you a little better, you all were gone. That whore thought she could sneak you out from under my nose. All traces of the three girls in my life just disappeared. The house still smelled like the cookies you’d baked the week before, and I couldn’t stand it. I was not happy at all, Little One. I spent months sleeping in your bed and trying to find you. I never gave up hope. I knew I’d find you one day.”
He pauses his testimony, pushing me to the ground, and I try to brace myself as I fall. I cry out as I land on my belly with a thud, pain shooting through my elbow. He straddles my back as soon as I’m on the ground, wraps a gag around my mouth, then slaps duct tape over top to fully keep me quiet. Kicking out, I fight with all I can, but it’s to no avail. He stretches my arms above me and tapes my wrists together. He then places a knee on my back and swivels to tape my ankles. Finally, satisfied I’m not going anywhere, he rolls me over and straddles my waist. The feeling of him being on top of me, overpowering me, absolutely terrifies me. I fight to get the gag off my mouth, but with the limited use of my hands there's not much I can do, and Jason immediately reprimands me like he used to.
“No, Little One. We’re playing this game by my rules,” he says in a breathy whisper. He forcefully grabs my bound wrists and holds them over my head. “What a beautiful, womanly body you have. Not as petite as you once were, but I can make do.” He slowly drags one hand down my outstretched arm to cover the gag with another strip of duct tape. I begin to try to buck him off, but he’s too heavy. I scream against the gag, but with the added layer of tape, the only things coming from me audibly are pitiful whimpers and muted cries.
His hand travels slowly down my neck, across my collarbone, and he tries to open my shirt, but his fingers aren’t adept enough to work the small buttons. He gives up, yanking at my shirt, popping the buttons, and sending them flying into the brush. Tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision. He leans down, running his nose up my chest in between my breasts, taking deep, steady breaths.
“Ah, Little One, womanhood definitely becomes you. These luscious, perky breasts are a delicacy I’ve waited so long to taste. But I’m not going to partake just yet. This isn’t the time or place for me to indulge myself in your body,” he mutters. He grabs a hold of my left breast and squeezes incredibly hard, making me buck in pain. The tears that were building flow freely, and Jason notices.
He leans down, completely covering my body, to lick the tears leaking from my eyes. In this position, I can’t help but feel how hard he is, and my belly churns with revulsion. He moans at the taste of my tears, and his pathetic excuse for a cock jerks against my stomach. The warm taste of nausea in my mouth signals my increasing need to vomit. Still gripping my breast, he pushes up to sit on top of me once more. He sweeps a finger under the edge of my bra to caress my nipple before he yanks down the cup and pinches it roughly. I clench my eyes as pain rocks my body.
“Mmm. I can’t wait to be able to play with this responsive body whenever I want,” he grunts. “Should I see how your flower has blossomed?”
I frantically shake my head no, back and forth, fear shining from the depths of my eyes. Fuck, him touching me is damaging enough. But still, he snakes the hand not holding my wrists down, and slowly unbuttons my jeans.Fuck!No!I want to scream at him. Beat him senseless for his self-righteousness, thinking he has the right to touch me. He keeps going though. The sound of the zipper slowly ticking down triggers another nightmare from long ago.
Lying down after a day of shopping with Mom, we both decided to nap once she was able to get Lily to lay down for hers. She was only two years old, so thankfully she still took naps during the afternoon. She kept us both busy while clothes shopping for the next year of middle school, and Mom and I were both exhausted. Something had woken me; I struggled through the fog of waking up to figure out what it was. A slow, clicking sound? Was that a zipper? The sound was loud, compared to the peacefulness of my room.
Suddenly, I felt pressure on my stomach. Lying on my left side allowed for whatever was happening. I stirred, only to feel a body press into me from behind. “Shhh, just hold still, Little One. I’m just checking if these shorts and panties you’re wearing need to be changed.”
Weird, I thought to myself in my sleep-filled haze. I’m still wearing them, but Jason has helped me dress and take care of my clothes for a few months now. Another hand gently slid into the back of my shorts and pushed them down my newly rounding butt. He smoothed his hand down my stomach, and slowly into my panties, right as he firmly pushed his other hand down the back side of my panties. I realized this felt odd. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. He kept going, running his fingers through the hair I have down there, then in between the folds. This felt good, but also, bad–he shouldn’t be doing that.
“Jason,” I began, but he immediately silenced me.
“It’s ok, Little One. I’m just going to take these off to go wash them. When you wake up, you can put on a clean pair,” he whispered in my ear. He slowly stripped both my shorts and my panties off of me, and then climbed off my bed. He turned to leave, but at the door, he turned back. I had my eyes mostly closed, so he didn’t see me, but I did see him bring my panties to his nose and deeply inhale. Why would he do that? My panties smell like fabric softener and detergent.
I startle, shaking the nightmare from my eyes. Fuck, I can’t. I can’t let him do this. The zipper hits the bottom, and he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out safety shears. “I figured I’d need these, so I swiped them from First Aid on my way to find you.” He manages to slide the scissors underneath my jeans, and I instantly still. When the muffled sound of grinding fabric reaches my ears, I realize what is happening.
He swivels his hand and starts cutting my panties from the other side, at my leg. Once he’s done, he tucks the scissors away. His eyes run a course up my body, witnessing his handiwork. When he meets my stare, the wicked gleam in his eyes illuminates the twisted thoughts running through his mind.
