Mommy's blood lust (18+)

Light Of Dawn🎭

I woke slowly, my body still warm from the comfort of Celeste’s embrace. The room was silent, and a quick glance around confirmed she wasn’t there. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. There was a strange mix of emotions inside me—relief, fear, and something I couldn't quite place.

I reached under the pillow for the key, feeling its cold, reassuring presence. Just then, the door creaked open, and Celeste walked in, carrying a bowl of peeled grapes and a bottle of water. Her presence filled the room, calming and unsettling me all at once.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said softly, setting the items on the bedside table. Her eyes held a gentleness that made my heart ache. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, lingering longer than usual. “Mommy has to go to work now. Be good while I’m gone, okay?”

I nodded, my throat tight. “I will, Mommy,” I said, the words feeling both strange and comforting.

Celeste smiled, her gaze lingering on me. “That’s my good girl.” She ran a hand through my hair, then straightened up. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

I watched her leave, the click of the door lock echoing in my ears. The moment she was gone, I sat up, pulling the key from its hiding place. My hands trembled only slightly as I unlocked the cuffs, each click of the tumblers a step closer to freedom.

I spent the morning exploring the house, my mind focused on escape yet tinged with an odd reluctance. I found my route: a window in the dining room, partially hidden behind thick curtains. I paused, staring at the glass, a pang of guilt twisting in my chest. Celeste’s face flashed before me—her gentle smile, her tender touch.

Pushing those feelings aside, I grabbed a chair and shattered the window. The sound was deafening, my heart pounding as I climbed through the jagged frame. The cool air hit me, and I realized it was darker than I had expected. A glance at the old clock inside the house made my heart skip a beat: it was 9 PM, the time Celeste usually got home.

I rushed to Celeste’s closet, grabbing a black gown and draping it over myself for warmth and cover. Then, I ran. My bare feet pounded against the pavement as I put as much distance as possible between myself and the house. The night air was sharp against my skin, but I didn’t stop until I reached the shadowy refuge of a highway bridge.

Breathing hard, I sank to the ground, my mind racing. I had escaped, but what now? Guilt and fear mingled with an unexpected sense of loss. I missed Celeste. The realization hit me hard. Despite the danger, despite everything, a part of me longed for her presence, her touch.

As I huddled under the bridge, I tried to gather my thoughts. I had to keep moving, but the ache in my chest was undeniable. Celeste was dangerous, and yet, in her own twisted way, she had cared for me. And that realization brought a wave of confusion and fear, mingled with something else I couldn't yet name.

My mind drifted back to the moments we shared. The way Celeste’s eyes softened when she looked at me, the way she held me close at night, her voice soothing and tender. It was twisted, wrong, but it was also real. I couldn’t deny the comfort I found in her embrace, the strange attraction I felt towards her.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This wasn’t the time to dwell on confusing emotions. I needed a plan, a way to stay safe and hidden. But even as I thought about my next move, the image of Celeste’s face lingered in my mind.

Hours passed as I sat under the bridge, shivering in the cool night air. I knew I couldn’t stay here forever. I needed to find shelter, food, a way to survive. But every plan I came up with felt hollow, incomplete. The pull towards Celeste, as dangerous as it was, gnawed at me, making it hard to think clearly.

As the first light of dawn began to break, I forced myself to stand. I couldn’t let myself be paralyzed by these feelings. I had to move forward, to find a way to live free from Celeste’s control. But deep down, a part of me wondered if I would ever truly be free from her.

I started walking, the city waking up around me. Each step took me further from the house, but the connection I felt to Celeste didn’t fade. It was a part of me now, a shadow that followed me, no matter how far I ran.

And as I walked, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever see her again.