Deadly Secrets *Completed*

Chapter Eight- Sinners Burn in Hell

Chapter Eight: Sinners Burn in Hell

An hour later, Ryder had ended up sleeping with her. The drugs were too much for him to handle, he had to release the sexual tension that had built up while at the Rave. It was almost too much to bear, seeing her lying naked underneath him and unable to slice into her flesh like moist chocolate cake. After he had his vanilla way with her, (just pure carnal sex), he gave her a grin as he peered down at her with hungry wolf eyes.

"I hope you like it kinky, Candice."

"The kinkier the better." She said, trying to add a seductive note to her tone.

She hadn't even noticed he had called her by name. She was making this entirely too easy. He could have almost chuckled at her words. 'The kinkier the better?' She had no idea how "kinky" he could get when he was at his full potential.

"Close your eyes." He whispered, trying to make it sound like a game. Oh, it was a game alright. His game. She did as he said, no questions asked, even as he shifted on the bed grabbing something from atop the bedside table, then bending to speak at her ear, his voice a deep purr as the words rolled off of his tongue.

"What's your name, Sweetheart?" He knew her name but he had to play it according to his plan. If she hadn't noticed he had said her name moments earlier, then he would need to take it up a notch.

"Candy. What's yours?" She answered breathily.

With a deep throaty growl, he spoke, "Well, Candy, I'm going to enjoy this."

Candy opened her eyes, and just as she had gotten out "What do—" Ryder put the soaked cloth to her mouth and nose. Candy used her knee and thrust upward knee him in the groin, Ryder inhaled sharply, agonizing pain exploded in his groin and gasped for breath. He fell onto the bed, cupping his manhood, trying to suck in the much-needed air all-the-while silently cursing Candy to the dark depths of Valhalla.

He was quickly recovering, regaining his strength and air returning to his lungs, his gaze slid to hers as his hands fell away from his exposed member and watched with an amused grin as Candy bolted off of the bed and ran as fast and hard as she could. The sound of her bare feet slapping against the wood paneled floors echoed loudly indicating just how hard she was running, her hard pants ricocheting down the hallway.

He'd bet right about now her heart was pumping with pure terror. Her legs were burning away her energy the harder she pushed herself to run, weak and trembling, her lungs desperately needing sufficient oxygen as adrenalin burnt through her veins. He slid off the bed upon hearing the front door bang loudly against the wall and made his way to the front door and once open allowing the fresh breeze to sweep over him, he stepped out with a sinister grin, a look in his eye that said, I will always catch my prey.

Ryder stood at the entrance of his door, his eyes sliding to the only place she would have ran. The forest. It only made it more exciting when they ran. It gave him something to look forward to. The hunt. The thrill. The inevitable screams to come. The taste of her sugary blood.

His gait was like that of a predator, calculating and precise. He knew exactly where she would go. It's where they always hide when they cleave onto that tiny piece of hope they have left, the hope for survival. What they didn't know was the forest paths always led back to his home. There would never be an escape. You can't escape the dark anymore than you could turn off the sun. This was what was to come. What she deserved. No escape. Pay for her dirty sins.