Sick Love

Watched

(The favorite outfit Kylie wears today)
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{Chapter 3}
~Kylies POV~

    After resting for a bit I woke up around mid afternoon. I sat up feeling groggy, and realized with a start that my pistol must still be somewhere outside. I grabbed my phone and threw on some sneakers, rushing downstairs. I rushed out the front door and slammed it shut, as I rounded the corner to my side yard I could see torn up dirt from the scuffle the night before. 'I reminded myself to be on guard in case he was out here somewhere. This guy said in the note that he'd been watching me for some time, he can't have time to follow me 24/7, but I didn't know when he would be nearby or otherwise engaged with a job or something. I mean he had to do something else with some of his time.' I searched the area for my pistol for 15 minutes, I saw a spot away form the rest of the scratches in the dirt, that looked like my pistol may have hit the ground there, based on the size of the small gouge in the wet earth. I looked around some more, but it was still nowhere in sight after throughly searching.

"Fuck!" I cursed angrily. 'That motherfucker must've taken it when he left me on my front porch!' My heart rate increased in fear and frustration, as I thought about what to do. Feeling uncomfortable out in the open with the possibility of Him out there armed with my only gun, I hurried back inside and locked my front door. As I made my way up to my room to change into a new outfit, I contemplated my situation. 'It freaked me out that He had my gun, but he had left me relatively unharmed on my porch after I lost consciousness.' At that thought my head began to throb, I rubbed the back of my head and winced. I hadn't paid much attention to any aches and pains until now, turning to my bedside table, I grabbed my cbd capsules and took one. I made sure my curtains were drawn, then I looked through my closet until I found my favorite outfit and got dressed. As I went to my bathroom to brush my hair, I noticed the note He had left in my pocket was still laying on top of my dresser. Suddenly I was filled with hot irritation at it. 'His? Who does he think he is?! I belong to Nobody. It felt wrong to be the one who was afraid and vulnerable. I was always holding back from my bloodthirsty tendencies, despite how I craved to make my violent fantasies a reality. I was the one who should be striking fear in others, how dare he make me the prey! Although I'd never acted on my thoughts, I always considered myself the predator and those who I deemed evil or bad, were my prey. Maybe I was a psychopath, but the definition of the word didn't quite suit me as I was capable of empathy for those human beings who deserved to live, and I was capable of love. But even if I wasn't sure what to call myself, I knew I wasn't someone's prey. I won't let him make me afraid, I swore I'd turn this around on him.' "Two can play at this game." I whispered, feeling a new kind of heat take over my body. I felt that sick sort of craving for blood that haunted my nightmares and and fueled my daydreams. 'I was the predator again, and it felt so exhilarating. The tingling pleasure in all my nerves at the thought of spilling blood, and how I'd savor the delicious fear I'd cause in him as my prey.' I let out an insane and menacing laugh. I felt close to the edge of madness, it was so much more satisfying to consider actually acting out my sick bloody fantasies on a worthy prey. I knew it was a dangerous line I walked between power and loss of control, but I couldn't help but indulge myself now...

Well since I didn't have my gun, I'd have to use the small dagger I kept in the basement. I made my way downstairs and grabbed my flashlight from the closet in my living room. I reached the hallway and opened the door to my basement, turned on my flashlight and walked down the stairs.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs I flipped the light switch on and turned off my flashlight. I could see my punching bag and the area I used as my own personal gym. There was a poster of Rhonda Rousey on the far wall by the punching bag. 'Besides daydreaming, I liked to watch WWE because i enjoyed watching the fighting. Rhonda was my idol because she was so badass and she was pretty without being a cheap slut like some of the girls, I liked her attitude and I loved watching her beat up my least favorite wrestlers. She was my inspiration when I practiced my boxing skills and exercises.'  I turned to face the other side of the room where I had boxes and less frequently used items stored. I found a box labeled knives and tools, and opened it. Underneath my metal handcuffs (never know when you might need those) I found my dagger. Smiling sinisterly, I picked it up and pulled it out of the thigh holster I had for it. I watched as it glinted wickedly in the light of my basement. 'You're the one who's about to be mine' I thought.

I attached the thigh holster, and slipped the dagger in, letting my skirt hang down concealing it. I made my way upstairs with purpose. I reached the hallway and closed the basement door. I grabbed my keys and slipped quietly out the front door, locking it on my way out. 'The best way to get to him would be to bait him into coming to me.' I thought, as I made my way around to the back of the house. I came to the dirt path at the edge of my yard that I had always used to enter the forest. The leaves crunched under my feet as I slowly walked deeper into the forest. I had the feeling of being watched again, meaning he was probably nearby and my plan was working thus far. I didn't turn around to look behind me, and just kept walking until I reached a large oak tree in the thick of the woods. I crouched down and leaned against the tree, closing my eyes but listening closely to the forest. 'If I looked too alert he may not risk coming very close during the day.' I feigned relaxation as I waited for any indication that he was near. After a few minutes I heard a far away leaf crunch, my breathing stilled as I tensed, ready to pounce. Another leaf crunched, closer this time. I brought my hand near my dagger. A twig snapped about 10 feet directly in front of me. My eyes flew open and I leapt towards him pulling out my dagger. He fell back as I sliced his chest, only managing a shallow cut. Baring my teeth I growled and jumped onto him pinning him to the ground. I raised my knife sneering at him, then his knees came up knocking me off with surprising force. He grabbed for my knife arm, struggling with me on the ground. I twisted trying to get out from under him, but he was much bigger than I was and had me trapped under him quickly. I writhed and screamed snarling at him in fury, he laughed lowly and smiled down at me. "Let me go you bastard" I seethed. "After you just tried to kill me? Sorry sweetheart but I'm not about to let you do that." He replied shaking his head. "You're the one who's creeping around my house and following me!" I spat. " Well you're mine, I have to make sure some loser doesn't come snatch you up before I get a chance to make you fall in love with me. And I can't have you getting yourself killed either, I know how reckless you can be." He said. "Reckless? Who are you to tell me what to do?!" I retorted. "I know you better than you think, I knew you were the one the first time I saw you in your house that night." He said, leaning down. "Why were you on my property if you didn't know me before then?" I asked suspiciously. "Don't worry about it lovely, you became my sole obsession as soon as I laid eyes on you." He purred seductively. Suddenly he closed the distance between our mouths with a kiss. Shocked I gasped, he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss. I let out an involuntary moan, surprising myself. 'Why was I turned on by this, what is wrong with me? This guy is crazy! But then again so was I.' The dagger fell from my hand forgotten, as I lost myself in the kiss. He pulled away, leaving my head spinning. "You're such a bad girl Kylie." He smirked, and licked his lips. "I've never been kissed before." I said breathlessly. "I'm glad that I was the first, my love." He whispered, and then he leapt up and took off running. 
Still on the ground I brought a hand up to touch my lips, my heart was beating fast and I was even a little turned on. "Who are you?" I whispered after him. Dazed I reached for my dagger, replacing it in my thigh holster and stood up. I brushed myself off and walked slowly back to the house.

{End Of Chapter}

Note:
Sadly my dog that I've had since age 10 passed away in my arms today, after suffering from seizures that she has had every so often throughout her life. My heart is broken, and I didn't think I'd feel up to writing today, but it was somewhat of an escape to get my mind into the story and off my own life. Rest In Peace Bootsy ❤️🌸
Well I hope you enjoy this chapter, it was a welcome distraction to write it. I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors, I don't have an editor.