Burn Me Right

Chapter 22

This chapter will be very dark. Skip if you are uncomfortable...

The rain was falling like tears from the sky. The wind was howling, tearing through the night like a mournful wail, shaking the very foundation of the world. The darkness had descended like a heavy cloak, shrouding everything in an impenetrable veil, hiding secrets and fears within its depths. The trees swayed and bent beneath the onslaught, their leaves rustling like whispers in the night. The storm was a living thing, raging and thrashing, unwilling to be tamed, a force of nature that demanded respect and awe.

Autumn felt his warm hand grip her thigh, inching closer to her core. His long fingers pressed with her thigh, and his hand moved up to her hair, yanking it back, pushing her front against the wall even further. She struggled to break free, but Zyler's grip only tightened, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, trying to push him away. "Don't you dare touch me," she squirmed.

Zyler's eyes gleamed darkly, his lips curling into a twisted smirk. "Or what?" he taunted, leaning closer until his breath tickled her ear. "You think someone's going to rescue you? That's cute."

"Why are you doing this?" she didn't know why God would subject her to this kind of torture when she had done nothing to anyone.

Zyler smiled, a chilling grin that could make Satan shiver. "You know what I find fascinating about you, Autumn?" His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "The power of your mind."

Autumn's heart raced as she lay there while his hand was getting closer to her core, minute by minute. He was close, too tight, too imposing. "What are you talking about?" her voice quivered, her breath catching in her throat as she spoke. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way out.

Zyler's smile widened. "You," he retorted. "You have a powerful mind, Autumn. A beautiful one, too," he tapped her temple with his right hand while she flinched away. "You're smart, resourceful, and brave. But you know what's even more fascinating?" he quipped, wanting to hear something from her while he drew circles near her vagina. "The way any powerful mind can be broken, shattered like glass if you know how to play it."

The poor girl's mind raced as she tried to understand what he was saying, but the fear made it hard to think.

Zyler leaned in, his face inches from hers. His breath touched her earlobe. "I want to see how far I can push you, Autumn," he whispered. "How much pressure can you take before you break? And trust me, I won't stop until you do." He chuckled. "And when I take what I want from you, there will be only me. Autumn Willow Wraith will be molded as I wish, her mind, body, and soul united with mine." He cupped her pussy and kneaded it.

"You're sick," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His chuckle was like a cold gust, cutting through her like a sharp blade, leaving her vulnerable and defenseless. "Maybe." He moved his hand from her vagina to her cheek, caressing it. "But you're the one who's going to suffer for it."

Autumn felt a tear roll down her cheek, her mind racing with fear and confusion. She couldn't understand how someone could be so cold, so indifferent to the pain they were causing. Zyler seemed to revel in her distress, his fingers trailing down her neck and across her collarbone. "You see, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're like a little bird trapped in my grasp. And I'll keep you here as long as I want."

She was immobilized. Nobody had ever spoken to her this way. His words were confusing and scary. She could only picture the look on his face now. He must be reveling in victory. He had her where he wanted. But she has to get out of there. Say something. "If you're so brave, why hide behind that hood? Show me your face," she challenged, her voice steady despite the fear within her.