Ash would check her phone constantly after that. He was never online. Then three days later as it neared the first week of her injury her phone dinged at sunset right after dinner as she was strolling through the edge of the village. *yautjabeast: how is your wrist feeling my prey? Just seven more days.. maybe eight.. and i overheard your family will not leave until august maybe? Hmmm you seem so skiddish. Is the fear finally sinking in? Are you realizing your fantasy is not a game? Its real? Or maybe you think im a psycho? Well it will be found out.. remember seven days.. --
~~ yautjabeast has logged off~~
She felt bile in her throat as she hurried back to her aunts four room hut. Thank gos she had running water because ash made her way straight to the toilet and heaved into it. The seriousness of the situation was escalating rapidly and she needed to inform her aunt and mother but, she couldnt. She couldnt bring them in and then they get hurt. That night she didnt sleep. She stared out the hut window. She was dozing off when her phone dinged.
*yautjabeast: silence is the key correct? Not to show fear?--
Her eyes went wide as she stared at his message trying to make sense of it
*yautjabeast: your heart beat has escalated . And it seems as though your breathing rapidly. So the fear has set in. Well... do not worry. You will be my mate soon. My lifemate.. and then only pleasure... tomorrow hits six days.. i hope you can run and fight back--
*lemorafalcon: i dont like games like the one your playing.--
*yautjabeast: oh but didnt i already inform you? This isnt a game. --
~~yautjabeast has logged off~~
Oh god. Her breathing escalated and she could hear her heartbeat. He wasnt playing. Should she call cops? No... it would put everyone at risk.. if this psycho was thinking he was actually a yautja hed kill anyone in his way of her...she was his prey..
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He was real
FanfictionIt's not possible for yautja to be real right? This guy has got to be some crazy weirdo right? What if she's wrong to think this? What if he's the real deal and he's come to claim what's rightfully his? Only time can tell. . . . .