Tie My Heartstring's ❦

twisted

Hudson

It has been a few days now since I let her back upstairs, and everything is... calmer. I left her alone in the basement for two days, not watching her, not feeding her. She needed time to think of how she can steer her way back onto the right path. She needed a wake up call. 

But it was two days of agony, for me too. Not touching her, smelling her, tasting her. Not even getting a peek at her silky skin and long, straight hair. She thought disciplining her wasn't an exercise in discipline for myself.

I'll admit. I almost ended her life that intense night, in the basement. When I took her down there, had the knife near her, I wasn't thinking clearly. I was overcome with rage. And, if I'm completely honest, I was terrified. Terrified that she was going to actually kill me. But fate was on my side, she was bluffing. I stared at her for a long time, wondering how I was going to punish her for testing me. And then I lost myself in her.

It was almost impossible not to lose myself in how good she felt and how good she tasted and how good she smelled. I needed to take as much as I could, before I left her down there all alone. I needed to give her something to think of me by. Without any hesitation, I buried myself in her, forcing myself inside. I watched as her beautiful ass swallowed every inch of me.

She took everything I had to give, her body molding around me, her tight walls squeezing and crushing my dick until I felt like I was going to die. She felt like heaven. How the hell did she think I would ever let her leave me? No fucking way. I fucked her hard and fast like she deserved. Like we both deserved. She didn't look at me afterwards, but I could hear what she was thinking. As my come dripped down her thighs, she knew that she wasn't going anywhere.

After two days, I didn't want to be without her. By the time I went down there, I could see-hear, how the space changed her mind. It gave her a different outlook on everything. On us, our undeniable connection. The girl is everything to me. I knew it then, and I know it now.

Since I've let her back upstairs, she's been behaving the way she should. I can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. My plan worked. No more sharp words or defiance. She's fallen into line, like I knew she would. Recently I haven't been locking her up. I've been letting her roam the cabin freely.

I am almost confident she won't try anything ever again. It's like she has finally accepted that I won't ever let her go, that there is no way out. She is stuck with me forever. Maybe this time, things really will work out for me.

I decide to go outside and get some air tonight, leaving Katie by herself to sleep. I pace the clearing, my senses feel heightened. The isolation of this place usually feels empowering, a sanctuary where I can keep everything under control. But tonight, outside something feels off.

A prickling sensation crawls up my spine, warning me that I am not alone. Then I see a figure deep in the woods. We don't have fucking neighbors. What the fuck is this? I quickly follow the shadow through the woods. I take bigger steps, until I am close to see who or what it is.

It's a woman by the way her hair glimmers in the moonlight. I step closer, a tree branch crunching underneath me. The unknown person stops just before the lake, not being able to go any further. My eyes narrow as they turn, Sofia? She walks into the spotlight, framed by the moonlight, her expression unreadable. I feel a flash of irritation. Did she think she could track me here? Alone?

I suppress the instinct to feel threatened. I look around spotting nobody else. She is brave, sure, but that doesn't mean she isn't foolish. I smirk, adopting a tone that drips with mockery. "Sofia," I greet, my voice smooth. "Didn't know you'd come all this way just to keep me company?" She doesn't flinch, doesn't play into my taunts.