Knife's Edge - The Legion (Frank Morrison)

Chapter 20 The Ghost of You

Trigger warning: noncon and violence. Please read with caution and stay safe ❤

The sound of running water woke Snow up in the middle of the night. But as soon as she opened her eyes it had stopped. Was it just her imagination? She listened to the darkness for another moment and sure enough there was the muffled sound of moving fabric. She quickly grabbed Frank's switchblade from her nightstand, clutching it tightly as she slowly made her way to the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed and for a moment Snow was left to wonder if she was hallucinating, but the light emitting from a small slit under the door told her otherwise. She stood next to the door, pressed up against the wall and ready to strike. The intruder had to get out of there sometime.
Pained groans could be heard and Snow held her breath in anticipation. The doorhandle was pushed down and Snow was quick to flick the blade open. The intruder stepped out of the bathroom and Snow jumped on him, burrying the knife in his upper arm. A scream mixed of surprise and pain escaped the man she'd just attacked "FOR FUCK'S SAKE!", he yelled and caught the woman's hand before her blade could connect with his body a second time. This voice, the voice that was forever scorched into her heart. "Frank?!", now it was Snow's turn to be surprised "What the fuck are you doing here?", she glared at him, clutching the knife to the point where her knuckles hurt. "That's not the welcome I expected, babygirl.", Frank chuckled lowly. He tightened his grip on her wrist, causing her to drop the knife, before pulling her closer to him and with a quick motion he had her face first pushed against the wall "Don't say you didn't miss me." Snow felt Frank grinding against her butt, his familiar scent of forest and vanilla, mixed with the metallic smell of blood almost intoxicating her. "Frank no, you left and - you can't just come and go... as you please...", Frank pushed her tighter against the wall, causing her trouble with her breathing. "Oh babygirl, that's where you're wrong, I think I can pretty much do as I please." Snow struggled and thrashed against Frank but this only seemed to excite him further. "You want it the hard way? Well I'm in for a little hunt, little bunny.", Frank released her from his grip and pulled down his mask, now with the addition of more mud and blood spread all over it. Snow stood there, staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He pulled his dirty and bloody hunting knife out of his pocket and pointed the tip of it directly at her "I guess that's where you should start running.", his voice was muffled by the mask but it was still treatening. He stomped his foot down and Snow started running, she skipped some stairs until she found herself at the ground floor, making her way to the front door. She fiddled with the handle just to find out that it was locked.
And Frank was set in motion as well, he took a stance, the knife held up and he slowly crept down the stairs. Snow spun around, the backdoor, this was her best bet. The forest might be a good place to buy herself some time. She ran to her kitchen and luckily the door was unlocked. She opened it and ran into the woods, the floor was wet and muddy from the rain and she collected multiple scratches and slashes all over her body, due to the lack of protective clothing. Heavy footsteps and laboured breathing told her that Frank was right behind her. She jumped over a tree that had fallen over but hurt her ankle as she landed. She turned around, afraid to be confronted with the dirty smile of Frank's mask, but the man was nowhere to be found.
I can't stop now, Snow thought and she pushed her aching legs to keep moving. Her lungs were burning and she felt as if she was about to throw up, her t-shirt was completely soaked by now, her legs and feet overed in small wounds and dirt. She took a deep breath and went from a limping walk to a run, tears and rain dripping from her face. She took a turn around one tree before something suddenly collided with her back, throwing her on the ground. "I found you, bunny.", Frank's voice held a mocking tone "You know what happens to cute little bunnys like you.", he forced her arms behind her back and held them in place with one hand. "Frank, please...", Snow whimpered, more tears were running down her cheeks "Oh babygirl, you can do better than that." Frank quickly turned her on her back, "Look at you, all wet and dirty - for me.", he pushed his mask up to the point where she could see his mouth and nose. He licked his chapped and scar covered lips, this wasn't the Frank she knew, this was an animal fit for the hunt and she was his prey, about to get eaten up by him.
Frank leaned forward, his mask falling off his head, uncovering the full extend of his mad mind. His brown eyes darted from one point of her body to another, the smug smirk never leaving his lips. He once again pulled out his knife and began to twist it around his fingers. Snow's eyes widened in shock, she shook her head violently as she sobbed "Frank... Frank please.", her pleads fell on deaf ears. "You're making me so hard, acting up like that.", he whispered as he began to trace her sides with his knife. "Babygirl, I want you to put your cute little voice to good use.", Frank slipped his free hand into her underwear, forcing his middle and ring finger into her just to immediately start fingering her mercilessly. Snow's moans and screams filled the air, but the trees were the only ones to hear them, besides Frank. "Oh baby, I'll make you scream my name.", he quickly pulled his fingers out of her, "I'll make you beg for me to stop.", Snow heard Frank unzipping his pants, "I'll make you remember, that your mine.", he simply pushed her panties aside and forced his dick inside her, leaving her no time to adjust, as he picked up an intense speed. "Frank, no, no Frank!", Snow squirmed underneath him and punched her fists against his chest, but he didn't seem to care as he simply extended his arm to grap her throat, applying enough pressure to make her gasp for air, his other hand still held his knife, which he used to leave cuts of various sizes on her body. The blood stained her shirt and ran down her thighs. "Oh Snow, I'm so close.", Frank moaned as he threw her leg over his shoulder "Frank...FRANK!", Snow wanted to say something but Frank bit down her already bruised throat hard enough to draw some blood. She felt his length twitching inside of her and she desperately clawed his arm as she came on him violently.
Frank slowly pulled his dick out "Oh look at you", he pressed the flat side of his knife against her cunt "you're overflowing, with my cum.", he grinned as he watched his 'ex'girlfriend shaking underneath him. "I hope you've come to your senses, babygirl. You were and you'll always be mine." He got up, stored his knife safely in one of the many pockets of his pants and picked her up, bridal style. "Let's get you back home, I love that look on you but I really don't want you to die like that.", he chuckled while Snow seemingly drifted out of consciousness. She rested in his arms, her head against his chest. "What a shame, I had so many plans for tonight...", he mumbled, licking up her blood from his lips as he carried her back to 'their' home.