Obsession

Chapter 1: Body Heat

Run.

That's what her body was telling her, but she was smarter than that to just run, he would catch up to her in an instant, slowing him down would do just the trick. Her arms was tight around her torso, she had a few bruises but that didn't stop her, the only thing she could think about was get away from him and this town, it really wasn't what she thought it was.

A hand grabs her arm making her almost stop in her tracks, throwing her elbow to his face making him slump against the tree, continuing her room, it was bad and good to be in the woods at night, anything could happen and this one was it, running from a serial killer.

Dashing to the side as in the corner of her eye she saw his hand coming, jumping over branches, ducking under, her body was burning from the intense pain and it wasn't helping, she couldn't stop, she will never stop, until she's away from him she will continue to run. When she was out of the woods all she could see was darkness and little areas from the moonlight, she kept taking steps back when she saw his figure walking out of the woods, his butcher knife firm in his fists, and his eyes, those eyes held no emotion just staring back at her.

She said nothing, not taking her eyes off of him, just kept walking back, getting chills from the cold air, and wind blowing. Then she screamed as she falls of the cliff into the water, he stood there staring down at shallow waters, he turned to walk away but heard splashes and looks down again. She was crawling out of the water, standing all wet and shaking, she walks to climbing the wall, once she made it on the grass she held herself walking away also stumbling but kept walking. He tilted his head to the side and follows her, he caught up to her but still was far, he was confused all she was doing was walking and she could've been running, she looks weak, drained, and tired but it didn't stop her. Stubborn. That's what she was, stubborn.

She knew he was right behind her and ignored it, she was soaking wet, beaten up, cold and hungry, looking up she saw a cabin, the lights were on so someone must be awake, going through the gate, locking it behind her not even looking at the killer, she slowly walks and her body started violently shaking, hard breathing, her mind was spinning, and her legs was giving out on her, she couldn't give up. When she was in the middle she collapsed and she tried to get back on her feet and she couldn't, still violently shaking this must be how her life ends, her eyelids started getting heavy and she wouldn't allow it, but trying to keep them open made it worse and finally gave out.

He stood on the other side of the gate, lifting the lock, pushing it opening walking to her, he stared down at her body and moves her on her back showing her damped white shirt being see through now and her plump pink breasts showing, she was still breathing and probably not for long.

His breathing quicken as dirty thoughts ran to his mind along with other thoughts. Kill her, another thought but he couldn't come to doing it, there was only one thing he could do. Picking up her body he walks up the steps, holding her tight as he takes the key out of his pocket, opening the door, walking in closing the door behind him.

He looks down at the woman, her bruises and cuts, pale, grit, dirt, and sand on her, and wet. Looking at the mattress he knows what he has to do.

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-Three hours later-

Her blue eyes fluttered opened scrunching at the light then remembered what happened, slowly turning her body gently trying not to cause herself some more pain, she saw dirty boots in front of her, slowly moving her eyes up meeting his white stark mask looking down at her. He was sitting on the couch looking down at her, she couldn't find herself to scream or move it was hard, shaking it was still cold, but her eyes widen when she felt something, looking down at her hard nipples her cheeks was a mix of red and pink, darting her eyes to him. This pervert.

Then heard head started to pound and her body started shaking again, even with the fireplace on she was still freezing. She didn't realize the killer stood moving to the edge of the mattress staring at her, until her eyes caught him taking off his boots, unzipping his jumpsuit, and taking off undershirt he stood there in just his boxers, she caught on two thoughts in her head and she wasn't having it.

"No.." Her voice sounds like a frog, and still could her clearly but it was just from her cold.

He bends down taking away the sheet letting it drop next to him, she curled up covering her body from his eyes but it didn't stop him, he crawled up onto of her ignoring her pleads, moving her arm and opening her leg to get between her, her hand went to his shoulder trying to push him away but he wouldn't budge. Next thing she knew was his body was pressed against her, everything on his body was on hers, she tried to move put it made it worse when she felt his bulge get bigger, this was bad.

She turned to crawl away but his hand grabs her hip with one pull she was back her under him. He tried to turn her but her fingers was clutching the mattress. She heard him let his go of his breath that he's been holding in so long and felt his chest pressed against her back and his breath by her ear, she shut her eyes tight and pressed her lips together as she felt his bulge against her.

"Please, stop."

Her body and mind was thinking the same thing and having dirty thoughts as he was, and it was keeping her warm, but this was wrong, he's a killer, he tried to kill her, and he had the chance the to but chose not to. What was going through his mind? Why did he choose not to?

In thought she felt herself given into the heat and slowly fell asleep.

Michael stares down at her see she's asleep, putting his hand on her forehead she was still cold, at least he got her to stop shaking. He got up going into the bathroom looking through the medicine cabinet, he found some cough medicine and aspirin, opening the closet door grabbing a fur blanket.

Walking back into the living room, he placed all of the items down, put back on his clothes and mask, before walking out of the cabin ready to kill some more.