Bound by Shadows ©️

Kilian Hades

The carnival is an eerie symphony of broken dreams and twisted delights.
Dim lights flicker sporadically, casting long, dancing shadows across the rusted rides and faded game stalls. I step back from my handiwork, admiring the grotesque tableau l've set up. The carousel creaks ominously as it spins, and the Ferris wheel looms like a giant skeletal beast against the night sky.
Everything is perfect. Perfectly grotesque, perfectly desolate, perfectly mine.

I turn and head back to the centrepiece of tonight's performance: Lila. My heart races with the thrill of what's to come, my pulse a steady drumbeat of excitement and lust. I stride through the carnival, the anticipation building with each step. I reach the clearing where I left her, tied to a chair, alone in the oppressive darkness. But Lila is no longer sitting docilely.

She's struggling, her lithe body twisting against the ropes that bind her to the chair. Her breaths come in sharp, panicked bursts, and her eyes are wild with a mix of terror and
defiance. I stop and watch her for a moment, savoring the sight of her desperation. Her muffled cries pierce the night, the cloth gag in her mouth doing little to stifle her protests. I approach her slowly, each step deliberate and measured. She sees me and freezes, her eyes widening as they meet mine. Tears spill down her cheeks, glistening in the dim light.
She's wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties, her skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Mine.

I circle her, letting the fear build. The knife in my hand glints menacingly, and I twirl it between my fingers with practiced ease. Her eyes follow the blade, and I can see the mix of terror and hatred burning within them.
Good. Fear will make the game more exciting. Hatred will fuel her fight. I kneel before her, inhaling deeply, letting the scent of her fear mingle with the night air. I run my hand slowly up her leg, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. My breath is hot against her skin as I trail it up, inch by tantalizing inch, until I'm whispering in her ear.

"I'm going to let you go now," I murmur, my voice a low, intimate growl. Her body stiffens, and a fresh wave of tears cascades down her face. I take my time, savoring each moment as I slowly untie the ropes binding her. My fingers brush against her skin, eliciting a shudder from her. She's trembling, but there's a fire in her eyes that tells me she's ready to fight. I move back slightly, watching her with a predator's gaze.

"I want you to run, little Dawn," I say, my voice barely more than a whisper, yet dripping with dark promise. "Run and don't stop. Because if I catch you, I'll fuck you senseless, and then keep going until you're begging for more." Her eyes widen, and she whimpers against the gag. I lean in close, my lips brushing against hers as I finish my sentence. "Begging for mercy," I say, my voice a hiss of anticipation, "and then l'll take you even harder."  I step back, giving her space, and for a moment, there's a tense silence between us. Then, as if on cue, she bolts from the chair, her bare feet slapping against the cold ground. She runs past the games, her body a blur of motion as she heads for the woods. I let her go, savoring the chase that's about to unfold. She thinks she can escape me. The thought brings a dark, twisted smile to my lips. I follow at a leisurely pace, enjoying the thrill of the hunt. The night is alive with the sounds of her frantic flight, the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs underfoot.

She's fast, I'll give her that. But I'm faster. I keep her in my sights, tracking her every move. She reaches the edge of the woods, only to find a fence blocking her path. Desperation fuels her now, and she pivots, running along the perimeter, looking for an escape. But there is none. Not for her. She turns and runs towards the maze, her last hope for salvation. I quicken my pace, the thrill of the chase coursing through my veins like a drug.
She's got herself trapped. Exactly what I wanted.

I stop at the entrance, listening to the echoes of her footsteps, the panicked gasps of her breath. The mirrors catch her reflection and throw it back at her a thousand times over. Some of the glass is smeared with new, dripping blood, and the lights flicker erratically, casting her reflection into a nightmarish kaleidoscope. l enter the maze, my steps silent and measured. I know this place well; every twist, every turn. Lila's breathing is ragged, and I can hear her stumbling, bumping into the mirrors as she tries to find her way out. Her panic is palpable, a living, breathing thing that fills the air.