The Masked Obsession
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“Good girl…”
The deep, whispered voice cuts through the silence, raising goosebumps along my skin and reverberating through my body in the darkness of the cabin.
So real it freezes me in place, sending my heart racing with pure terror.
I’m not alone.
I want to scream, but nothing comes out. The sound stays trapped in my throat, locked down by fear.
Without looking back, my first instinct is to run.
But before I can take a second step, the wooden floor vanishes beneath me as strong arms wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground.
My scream is smothered by a large gloved hand as I struggle.
“Shhh,” he whispers against my ear. “Don’t scream… (…) It’s useless. No one will hear you… there’s no one around…”
Suddenly, he turns my body, pinning my arms behind my back.
Breathless, I force myself to lift my face and look at him, but all I can see in the darkness is a black mask covering almost his entire face, revealing only his eyes and mouth.
I swallow hard, a new shiver running across my skin as I meet the intense, shadowed stare behind the mask.
I’m paralyzed again. Only now, not just from fear.
There’s something else—something I can’t understand or control.
Something that holds me still, trapped in his gaze when I should be screaming and trying to escape.
(…)
“I’m not leaving… not until you show me why you want me here so much. And you do want me.”
He slides his fingers along my cheek, a touch that makes me question my own sanity.
“So show me, little flame.”
“This… this is sick,” I breathe, fighting the way his gaze makes my skin burn.
“Then why are you so wet?”
Dark Romance. 18+.
The deep, whispered voice cuts through the silence, raising goosebumps along my skin and reverberating through my body in the darkness of the cabin.
So real it freezes me in place, sending my heart racing with pure terror.
I’m not alone.
I want to scream, but nothing comes out. The sound stays trapped in my throat, locked down by fear.
Without looking back, my first instinct is to run.
But before I can take a second step, the wooden floor vanishes beneath me as strong arms wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground.
My scream is smothered by a large gloved hand as I struggle.
“Shhh,” he whispers against my ear. “Don’t scream… (…) It’s useless. No one will hear you… there’s no one around…”
Suddenly, he turns my body, pinning my arms behind my back.
Breathless, I force myself to lift my face and look at him, but all I can see in the darkness is a black mask covering almost his entire face, revealing only his eyes and mouth.
I swallow hard, a new shiver running across my skin as I meet the intense, shadowed stare behind the mask.
I’m paralyzed again. Only now, not just from fear.
There’s something else—something I can’t understand or control.
Something that holds me still, trapped in his gaze when I should be screaming and trying to escape.
(…)
“I’m not leaving… not until you show me why you want me here so much. And you do want me.”
He slides his fingers along my cheek, a touch that makes me question my own sanity.
“So show me, little flame.”
“This… this is sick,” I breathe, fighting the way his gaze makes my skin burn.
“Then why are you so wet?”
Dark Romance. 18+.
