CRUEL INTENTIONS

Chapter 5

Carvida laid in her bed staring at the ceiling while her heart still hammered in her chest. Her head pounding heavily, her chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths. As soon as her stalker left from there, she had run to her house and locked the door. Her first thought was to run and escape 'L' but she could not. Escaping right now would be foolish for two reasons. First of all because Alexander was dead and he was last seen with her. Leaving would make her an even more potential suspect. Sooner or later the police would come to interrogate her especially when Alexander's parents will call their son and no one will answer.

And secondly, the stalker would still chase her no matter what. Whether in this country or another. He would never stop. It was just going to change the background and scenery but the threat would still be there. She had to get rid of him. He had killed a man for fuck sake! Her parents were bad to her. And that she accepted it when he burned them alive but Alexander? He was anything but bad.

She sighed heavily and rubbed her exhausted face. She would go insane if she keeps on reliving the last moment spent with Alexander. How did things took such an unexpected turn? One minute she was kissing him. The next he's dead. Life could really turn your entire world upside down when it wanted.

She closed her eyes and tried to push away that memory. Taking a bath had not helped one bit.. Fuck she could even still feel the lingering feeling of her stalker's lips on her neck and it made her more frustrated. She sighed once more and opened her eyes, sitting straight on her bed. She then opened her drawers and pulled a couple of letters that the stalker gave her last year :

Good morning my little flower, I hope you have a good day ahead. Don't overwork yourself and eat on time okay. You are smart and hardworking. Everything will be alright. Just give it your all like always.

And I see you really like the house. I'm glad that you feel comfortable there. Don't worry okay. No one will ever lay a finger on you again now. You are under my protection. Just like your parents, those who try to hurt you will die as well.

-L

She sighed heavily and opened another letter :

Do you know how hot you look when you wear only black? It suits you so fucking much. Ah the things I would do to be able to rip that black dress you wore yesterday and eat you out till you come on my face. I want to suck on your clit and finger you till you scream and moan my name. Till your legs tremble and you're ready to pass out.

I want to worship, taste and devour every inch of your body offering you both pain and pleasure while you slowly lose yourself in me. And your scars.. My little flower.. Your scars just shows how strong you are. How much brave you are for enduring all these torture. I love your body. You are perfect baby. Never forget that.

-L

She put the letter down and closed her eyes. She was always insecure because of her scars... Scars that her 'loving parents' had given her. She had a lot especially on her back and tummy yet the stalker had comforted her about it. She remember looking in the mirror with tears in her eyes while caressing those scars just before wearing that dress and then the next morning, she got this letter. The stalker had comforted her in a strange way, yes but he nonetheless did.

She jumped in surprise when her phone suddenly vibrated on the nightstand table. Cursing under her breath, she took the phone and unlocked it only to find a message from the stalker.

I thought you hated me then why are you rereading my letters? I just killed a man and instead of cursing me or getting mad. You are rereading my letters. Who are you kidding little flower? You don't hate me.

"Fuck you" She swore loudly, clenching her jaw in anger and she almost instantly got a reply.

Are you sure you want that baby? Once I touch you. You will never recover from it.

"Argh so full of yourself" She said switching the phone off and slamming it on the nightstand table. She then threw all the letters back in the drawers. With a clenched jaw, she got under the bed covers and turned on her left.

Sleep. Yes.. that's what she would have to do to forget that man. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath hoping to fall asleep but all she saw was his piercing blue eyes. Damn it! He haunted her.. in her mind, heart and soul... But.. He was a psycho and she had to stop thinking of him.

But then again, things were always easier said than done. Forgetting a man that had invaded her life for one year now was not something she could accomplish so easily. Especially after feeling so attracted to him. Why did she felt a pull towards him? And God damn why did he have to look so hot? His eyes were also exactly like in her book... Piercing blue. It must have a link to the blue roses he always gave her. She knew that for sure now. But that was not the important thing here. What was important was that he murdered Alexander and without any remorse.

She shuddered slightly remembering Alexander's bloody arm. God.. Why did she not reject his help back then? She should never have accepted that house yet she did. But then again even if she did reject his help, that man would have never left her alone. That was certain.

There was no way she could get rid of him. No way... Except death... His death. But how to get to him? She stared at the wall wondering how to get her hands on him and that's when it hit her. The only way was to pretend to fall for him... Pretend to like him...Lure him to her house, to her bed and then kill him. Yes that's what she had to do. But will she be able to resist him once he touches her? Will she really be able to kill a man that was as cunning as the devil?