Obsession's Embrace

Run (pt. 1)

I never saw Electra during the show. Part of me was looking for her. The other part of me was so focused on the segment I couldn't care less that she wasn't there.

Until now.

Why is there a part of me that's pissed off she wasn't around when she said she'd be? Why do I care that, for once in the past few months, my stalker wasn't watching me? And why the fuck am I standing out here in the freezing cold, waiting for her to show me whatever the hell it is she wants to show me?

Because you're fucking crazy.

I roll my eyes. Right. Thanks brain.

"Fuck this," I mumble as I pull my phone from my pocket.

Just as I'm about to schedule an Uber ride back to the hotel, someone steps out of the shadows to my right and plucks my phone from my hands. A small scream erupts from my lips and I jump.

"Fuck, Electra!" I shout.

"Giving up already?" She asks, looking at the Uber app before canceling the request and handing my phone back to me.

I snatch it from her hand and she raises an eyebrow at me. It reignites the sting I can still feel in my ass when my shorts move just right. A reminder of what can happen if I piss her off again.

Unless she kills you this time.

"It's not like you showed up during the segment so yeah maybe I gave up," I shrug.

Electra's eyes light with amusement.

"You tried to hide it but I knew you were looking for me. I didn't want to be on TV, babygirl. I was in the nosebleeds. But I was there."

My eyes flick to hers. They're amused, enjoying my frustration at not seeing her, but sincere. She was there. I just couldn't see her. Sighing, I look down and then back up.

"What did you want to show me?" I ask.

She hands me a helmet.

"Put this on and hop on," she says before motioning at her bike, also sitting in the shadows.

"Are you ever just going to be in the light?" I ask.

Electra raises a brow at me again and the look makes me immediately pull the helmet over my head. I've never been on a motorcycle before. But what scares me most is that I have no idea where she's taking me.

I struggle to fasten the straps and see Electra smirking at me through her helmet. She grabs the bottom of mine and lifts my head back. My eyes focus on hers while she pulls the straps, fastening them and then tightening them enough to keep the helmet on my head.

Her eyes are intoxicating. They damn near make me sway on my feat. And if she hadn't just pulled my visor down, snapping me out of my trance, I might have ripped my clothes off right here. Instead, she pulls her visor down as well and throws a leg over the bike, sitting on it and turning it on.

I climb on behind her as it roars to life and place my hands in my lap awkwardly.

"That's not going to work, babygirl. Unless you want to fly off," she shouts to me.

Rolling my eyes, I reach out and grab her waist. Electra puts her hands on mine and pulls them, wrapping my arms around her and pulling my body flush against her back. I gasp. Unsure of how to feel about it.

She doesn't give me time to adjust to the thought before she takes off into the night, causing me to squeeze her tighter to keep myself steady on the bike. We ride off through town. Through places I haven't seen before.

As the night grows darker, foggier, and the scenery grows spookier, my breath catches in my throat. Then I breathe heavy, worry seeping into my bones as Electra drives us over stone bridge with dimly lit lanterns lining it, bare tree branches hanging over our heads.

I look around as she drives through an iron gate, a black cat sitting on it, watching us, daring us to continue. There's bare trees lining the driveway, filled with crows with eyes that gawk at us. Mock us.

I'm going to die here.

My eyes widen when Electra pulls up outside a large house. Nothing showing any signs of life but the lampposts outside that are dimly lit. She parks the bike on the sidewalk and turns on her bike to face me once she shuts it off.

The silence is deafening. The creepiness of not knowing where the fuck we are, or why the fuck we're here, making my bones shiver.

"What is this place?" I ask as she helps me take my helmet off.

"A place I take special girls," she smirks.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. The thought to ask how many special girls she's brought here crossing my mind. The thought to ask how many walked out alive after clinging to my brain like molasses.

"Are you scared?" She asks teasingly.

"Of this? No. Of what you want to do to me? Yes," I admit shakily.

Electra laughs and the sound just adds to the eerie vibes of the place. I look at her and she bites her lip before climbing off the bike. Stupidly, I follow suit. Patting my pocket for my phone.

"Behind this house is nothing but woods. They stretch for miles," she explains, "I used to play here as a kid. I know the ins and outs of this place. Every nook and cranny. Every hiding spot."

My breath nearly comes out as a wheeze.

"What do you want to do?" I ask softly.

"I want...you to run," she says as she turns back to me.

"What?" I ask with widened eyes.

"When I say run, you run. As fast and far as you want. Hide if you want to. But when I catch you? And trust me, babygirl, I will," she smirks and grabs my chin, "when I catch you, I fuck you."

Nope. Now my breath catches in my throat. I can't breathe. The world around me spins. I'm scared. I'm worried. Every part of my brain is screaming for me to demand she stop this nonsense and leave me alone.

But my body? My body is screaming yes, do it. Screaming for more insanity. For the handle of her blade to be in my pussy again. For her to show me every last one of her dark fantasies.

So with the next word out of Electra's mouth, I find myself doing the last fucking thing on Earth I thought I would do.

"Run," she says.

And that's exactly what I do.