MIDNIGHT LUST (18+): TRS 1

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Rebecca's pulse was still pounding in her ears as the darkness surrounded her. She could barely make out the kitchen's outlines, but she wasn't stupid. She knew she had to stay real quiet if she wanted to have any chance to make it out of here.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered under her breath, her knuckles white as she gripped the knife, trying to keep her breathing steady. The darkness felt like it was closing in, squeezing her lungs, suffocating her. This was bad—really fucking bad.

"Scared of the dark, princess?" His voice slithered through the shadows, dripping with mockery. "Thought you were some badass. Guess I was wrong. You're just another dumb bitch playing tough."

The word "princess" made her bristle, but she stayed silent, straining to hear where he might be. It was a gamble, sure, but she wasn't about to let this psycho break her.

"Too quiet," he taunted, his voice closer now, oozing with sadistic pleasure. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or are you finally smart enough to keep your fucking mouth shut?"

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She needed a plan, and fast.

"Here's the thing, sweetheart," he continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "I don't give a damn how hard you think you are. This isn't some chick flick where you get to play the hero. You're not a hero, you know that. You are just a scared little girl after all, sweet little innocent Becca."

His words stung, not just because they were true, but because they hit too close to home. Then it hit her. He used her name—her real name, the one only people close to her used.

There was a pause, and she could almost feel him smirking in the dark. "Good job figuring that out, babe. But unless you move, I know exactly where you are. And if you try to run, be fucking quiet. I'm better at finding people than Derek ever was. I will catch you."

She swallowed hard, trying to keep the fear from creeping into her voice. "What do you know about Derek?"

"Oh, the dumb blonde speaks," he mocked, a dangerous edge in his tone. "Better be making your move. Don't wanna get caught now, do we? Oh, and by the way, I know you're a sucker for a pretty face and sweet lies. I know how you fell for him hard, even when every sign was screaming at you to get the fuck out. He broke you in ways you didn't even know you could break. And blah lag, more of your sob story, love. But the crux of it is, you let him. Always letting him get his way. My sweet, stupid Becca."

Her grip on the knife tightened, her chest burning with anger. "You don't know shit about me."

"I know enough," he said, his voice icy. "I know you're still playing the innocent victim like you always do. Becca's just an innocent lil angel who got her heart broken. Boo fucking hoo."

Her teeth clenched. She hated how his words cut through her like a knife, exposing truths she wasn't ready to face. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he said, his tone dangerously calm. "I want you to wake the fuck up. Stop hiding behind your pathetic games and face reality. Derek's not your problem anymore—I am. And if you don't figure out how to deal with me, you're going to regret it."

She bristled at his arrogance, but one thing was clear now: this wasn't just about a robbery. "Who the hell are you?"

A low chuckle rumbled through the darkness. "Now you're asking the right questions. But I'm not about to make this easy for you, sweetheart. You'll have to earn those answers."

Her mind raced, trying to connect the dots, her feet constantly shuffling backwards. "You knew Derek?"

He clapped slowly, sarcastically. "Congratulations. You figured it out. Yeah, I knew him. And believe me, I know a lot more about him than you ever did."

Rebecca's heart sank. If this guy had dirt on Derek, then he wasn't just some random stalker. There was a reason he was here, and it wasn't just to rob her. Before she could press him for more, she heard a soft rustle behind her. She whipped around, knife raised, but it was too late.

His hand clamped down on her wrist like a vice, yanking her arm behind her back. The knife clattered to the floor as he spun her around, slamming her against the fridge. His body pressed against hers, pinning her in place as he twisted her arm painfully behind her.

"Nice try, princess," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and menacing. "But you're not as tough as you think."

She gasped in pain, struggling to break free, but his grip was unyielding. "Let me go, you bastard!"

"Not happening," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "I'm done playing. This is real. So why don't you shut the fuck up, princess? Denial isn't pretty like you so just drop it. We're going to play a little game."

She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the rough fabric of his clothes scraping her skin. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to fight, but there was something else, something that made her hesitate.

"What do you want from me?" she whispered, her voice trembling. Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to stay calm. "You don't scare me."

"Bullshit," he hissed. "You're terrified, and you fucking should be. Because I'm not Derek, and I'm not just going to leave when you tell me to. I'm here for you, Becca. And I'll make sure you hate yourself just as much as I do by the time we're done. Now, you're going to play this game, or things are going to get a whole lot worse."

She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his body pressed against hers, the way his voice sent shivers down her spine. "And if I don't?"

His lips brushed against her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her. "Then you lose. And trust me, princess, you don't want to lose to me."

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What could she have done to anger him so much? Thoughts?