Tie My Heartstring's ❦

shadows

Hudson

I couldn't put up the mask of normalcy any longer, not for her sake or mine. So, I followed her home from her prestigious school. I couldn't believe how long I had waited for her. How long I respected her wish for space.

She obviously loved me deeply, as she had the information of what I did to Maggie. I trusted her enough, so I told her my truth. She already invaded my privacy, found my photos, what was there to lose?

She could have turned me in. She chose not to. That surely meant something. She still loved me, believed in us. Sadly, I knew it would end this way when she came to me, with her findings. I had thought I locked my drawer. How had I let things spiral so out of control?

I felt a surge of adrenaline and a mix of guilt and excitement as I watched Katie in my grasp. My plan had gone perfectly so far, the thrill of the chase and the careful execution of every detail intensifying my senses.

Katie's muffled cries and futile attempts to break free in the alleyway only fueled my determination. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but the need to possess her, to have her all to myself, overwhelmed any sense of morality.

She was mine now, and nothing would stand in the way of that. But beneath the guilt lurked something darker, something primal and raw. It was a hunger, a craving that surged through my veins, threatening to consume everything in its path.

Anger sent a rush of heat through me as I wrapped my arm around her legs and lifted her, her long brown hair hanging lifelessly. Beneath her sweater, she wore a cream dress. So impractical for a day of classes. As always. Oh, Katie.

Her head rolled to rest against me, and tear tracks wet on her cheeks from her previous struggle. I looked away quickly in the direction of where my car was parked. Thankfully, the streets were dark. And empty. I couldn't have anyone bothering me right now, I would snap.

Sitting down in the drivers seat, her head came to rest on my lap. She had hair for days, the color of chocolate and cinnamon. I went to slide my fingers through her silky strands but stopped the impulse when I realized the ridiculous shit I just thought.

How could I not, when she was so much perfect? Her long black eyelashes rested on cheeks untouched by makeup. Full, parted lips. She looked innocent and doe-like.

Having her back in my arms brought out a deep, unnerving fire in my groin. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't impairing my decisions. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. A pang of remorse shot through me, but I quickly pushed it aside. I couldn't afford to dwell on such feelings now.

Her breathing grew slightly shallow as I sped through cars. My chest tightened with the thought of the sedative I gave her till she passed out. Something in me didn't settle well at the idea of hearing her struggle for breath.

I navigated out the streets of New York City, every minute feeling like an eternity as I stole glances at Katie. My girl was so beautiful.

Her still form, vulnerable and captive, stirred conflicting emotions within me. The thrill of having her under my control battled with the guilt and unease of what I was doing. I knew it wouldn't end well, but I was unable to stop my urges. I was in too fucking deep.

The traffic crawled along, amplifying the tension in the car. I couldn't help but wonder how Katie would react when she regained consciousness. Would she wake with a scream, her voice echoing through the confines of the walls?

Would she plead with me, tears streaming down her face as she begged for freedom? Or perhaps she would surprise me, showing a resilience and strength I hadn't anticipated, defiance flickering in her eyes.

I pictured scenarios in my mind, rehearsing potential conversations and confrontations. Would she try to reason with me, appealing to my humanity?

Or would she remain silent, her thoughts a mystery I was eager yet apprehensive to uncover? Annoyed I couldn't find out now, I almost regretted drugging her. But I didn't have the patience for a hysterical woman in my car. The minutes ticked by, each street corner and traffic light marking our progress.

The weight of my actions pressed upon me, the reality of what I had done sinking in with each passing mile. Yet, a darker part of me relished in the power I held over her, the control and possession that filled a void within me.

Finally, we approached where I planned to keep her. Just a little ways outside of the city and perfect for what I had planned.

The anticipation spiked, adrenaline coursing through me as I prepared for the moment Katie would awaken. The engine idled with a low hum, and the car slowed to a stop.

I turned to glance at her once more, her peaceful expression. I carried her limp body inside, careful not to wake her.

The cabin was in a secluded area, the air heavy with the musk of damp wood and lingering tension. It was my families old cabin, passed down to me. The perfect spot for anytime I needed a escape from the city. I placed her gently on the worn chair, in the bedroom.

I tied her hands together with ropes in case she attempted to attack me when she awoke. Her breathing was shallow, almost imperceptible, and her face, pale and serene, seemed to float in the dimness as if in a state of tranquil sleep.

For a moment, I stood still, the weight of my actions pressing down. My hand hovered uncertainly above her, trembling slightly despite my best efforts to maintain control.

What was I doing? The thought went away as quickly as it entered. The thought lingered, taunting me with its insistent nagging.

But then, without warning, the hunger surged again—a primal, relentless force that seemed to drown out all reason and hesitation. It roared within me, a beast demanding to be fed.

My breath quickened, and the shadows in the room seemed to deepen, wrapping around me like a living entity.

With a decisive motion, I closed the door behind me, the soft click of the latch sealing us both into an enveloping darkness. The oppressive silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the muted thud of my own heartbeat.

The darkness seemed almost alive, pulsating with a sinister energy.Each step toward her felt like an eternity, the anticipation of her waking up excited me more. I could no longer deny the pull of my forbidden desires.

The air grew thicker. I reached out, my hand trembling, and with a final, breath, I smiled. I had taken her here. It was done. There was no turning back now.