Serpentine Desires

The prey

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I ran.

As far as my feet could take me.

My limbs throbbed with pain and my chest burned as I frantically pressed the buttons on the elevator. Shadows flickered behind me, and every noise sent shivers down my spine. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing. 

To my horror, it terrified me more when I didn't see him or Kyle after me.

It was like he was giving me time to run, knowing that in the end, he'd come find me.

My heart pounded even harder. The elevator doors creaked open with an eerie groan, and I stumbled inside, pressing the close button repeatedly. The doors finally closed, and I collapsed against the wall, sliding down to the floor, crying and groaning.

Why? Why did it have to be me?

I buried my face in my palms, my lips throbbing painfully where the demon of a man had bitten me. The memory of his cold eyes and cruel smile was enough to shake me to the core. In less than a few hours he had turned my life upside down.

With each second that passed, I could feel him getting closer, even if he wasn't there. His presence lingered like a dark shadow in my mind. My sobs echoed in the confined space. I could almost hear his voice whispering in my ear, promising that no matter where I went, he would find me.

I had to get away. I had to survive. But deep down, I feared it was already too late.

This was just a game. And he enjoyed every second of it.

It was making sense now. Why his mansion had no other soul... he had everything planned from the very start. He strategically asked me to sleep with him knowing I'd refuse, and then he framed me for the murder. Murder? I stilled. He was covered in blood that day when he was with that woman. He wasn't what he looked like. What were the chances he was a murderer? I was damn sure it was him. And about my family, he had enough money and power to get that information.

It nauseated me to believe he went to such lengths to trap me. What had I ever done to him?

Again, there was no rationalising the psychos. Apathetic, unhinged, overbearing bastard.

He'd definitely come after me. It just wasn't in his nature to not chase. He enjoyed a good challenge. I could see it in his eyes. Those damned eyes.

The elevator opened, and I stood on my shaky legs as people looked at me as if I was a freak. I ran my hand through my hair, patting it down, and took deep breaths. Then I suddenly stilled. Guards. There were guards looking around with their hands pressing on their earpieces as they muttered something. My throat dried.

There was no way they were looking for me, right? Maybe... maybe not. I didn't have the courage or strength to find out, so I quietly got back into the elevator and pondered hard. I couldn't leave through the main entrance. My eyes fell upon the buttons.

Parking lot.

I could leave through there.

I pressed the button and the doors closed. The elevator descended, and I tried to calm my racing heart. I needed a plan, and I needed it fast.

The ride down felt agonizingly slow, each floor passing like an eternity. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to focus. There had to be a way out.

The elevator dinged open to the parking level, I cautiously peeked out. The dimly lit underground garage was mostly empty, with a few cars scattered here and there. I stepped out, sticking close to the walls, and scanned the area for any signs of guards or surveillance.