Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of the door slamming reverberates through my bedroom. Oh no, where can I go to hide? Under the bed? That's not an option; it would be too easy for me to be discovered in such an obvious spot.
My mind is racing and not functioning clearly. Then suddenly, a memory strikes me. I recall a game of hide and seek with my mom when I was six years old, hiding in my closet that had a secret entrance leading to the living room.
I can use that!
Another knock reverberates on the door, and I hear the doorknob snap. My eyes widen in alarm.
This is bad.
"I'm coming in now, Little flower~," he says with an unnerving calmness that sends chills down my spine. Who can remain so composed in a situation like this?
He thrives on my torment and feeds off my fear.
As I hear the door creak open, I dash towards the closet, my footsteps thudding heavily against the floor. I fling the closet door open and step inside, shutting it behind me.
I drop down, pushing clothes aside as I fumble for the wall of the closet. Where's that door? It's pitch dark, and I can't see anything. Come on, where is it?
I can hear footsteps in my bedroom, and the thought of being caught sends shivers through me. My breaths come out loud as I desperately try to stay silent.
"Little flower? Are you hiding under the bed?" he asks with a mock curiosity, swatting away the blanket and pillows, making me flinch as I hear him kneel down.
Stay calm. Just stay calm.
He hums thoughtfully and sighs as he stands back up. "You're not under the bed. I wonder where you've gone. You didn't sneak out through your window, did you?" He talks to himself, but it's clear he knows I'm somewhere nearby, hiding.
I continue my frantic search for the hidden door, sweat running down my forehead.
"Maybe…" he murmurs, and I halt my movements, breathing heavily.
His gaze shifts towards the closet, and a sinister smile spreads across his lips.
"You're in the closet?" he says, advancing towards my hiding spot. My eyes widen in terror as I continue to search for the door against the dark wall.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
His approach quickens, and my heart races in my chest, feeling like it might explode. My hands are shaking. As I continue to feel around, I discover a small hole in the wall. Relief washes over me as I push my finger through the opening and slide it to the left, producing a loud creak.
Oh no.
I hear him let out a low, deep chuckle.
"I see you now, Little flower…" he whispers in a husky voice, moving faster, making me scream in sheer terror as I crawl through the small door, hearing the closet swing open violently and his fingers graze my feet.
"AHHH! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shout, my voice echoing, just as I hear his annoyed click of the tongue.
He was nearly fast enough to grab my feet and pull me back, but thankfully, I managed to escape his grasp just in time.
I quickly stand up and burst into the living room, feeling an instant wave of relief, but the sound of heavy footsteps racing toward me interrupts it. I squeak in fear and veer left, bolting towards the kitchen.
How can he be so fast?!
I snatch a kitchen knife, preparing for a confrontation if he catches up to me.
"Oh, Little flower~ running away won't save you," he hisses with delight, relishing the control he has over my fear and life. What a sadistic monster.
His words ignite a surge of anger, fear, and determination within me. As I hear his footsteps approaching the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of him. He's clad in a bulky black hoodie paired with a fox mask and baggy pants, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket.
"Found you," he said with a low chuckle. As I darted to the left side of the house, I ran past the living room yet again, feeling his presence closely behind me. He was pursuing me.
"Oh~" he remarked playfully. "Are we playing in circles now, Little Flower?" He cracked his neck and let out a seductive sigh.
"That stops now."
His final words made my breath catch as I continued to run in circles around the kitchen and living room. My legs felt weak from exhaustion. I wanted to give up, but I couldn't. I refused to let this man overpower me, despite the knowledge that my life was in his grasp. I was taken aback by his enduring stamina as he kept on chasing me, and I lost track of how many times I had raced around the same space.
My pace began to falter, and my breath became uneven. I sensed the fear and the adrenaline coursing through me, weighed down like ice melting under the sun.
Suddenly, I felt large hands clutching my waist firmly. My body weakened like jelly as I processed what was happening before snapping back to reality.
"NO!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, having not previously screamed, as I grasped the kitchen knife tightly. I spun around to slash it at his face, but he was too swift. He seized my wrist and twisted it firmly, though not enough to break any bones.
"AHHHH!" I yelled in pain, tears springing to my eyes. I brought my other hand up to push him away, but he gripped it tightly with his free hand, pulling me so close that our bodies pressed together.
It was suffocating; I struggled to breathe.
I saw his fox mask staring intently at me as he tilted his head slightly. I could sense his sadistic smile even through the mask.
"I did mention that I would end this game of ours," he said in a chilling tone, his hand sliding down to my lower back while the other firmly held my chin.
He forced my chin up to make me look at his mask.
"You become even more adorable when you cry, Little Flower..." he whispered seductively as I squirmed to break free, but he pressed our bodies together, tears spilling down my cheeks.
This was bad.
Leaning into the crook of my neck, he inhaled deeply.
"Mhm..." he hummed in satisfaction. "You smell delightful... Cherry blossom?" he added, grinding against my lower abdomen, making my eyes widen in shock and my skin turn pale.
"WHAT?! NO! YOU PERVERT!" I yelled, squirming frantically, but his gaze narrowed with determination and annoyance.
"Oh, yes," he replied coldly. Before I knew it, he hoisted me over his shoulder. I gasped and punched his back with all my strength, but he simply chuckled as he carried me to my bedroom, his steps calm and assured.
"You punch so cutely, Little Flower~ You're just making it worse for yourself. You need to try harder than that~" he taunted, and I gasped in pain as he delivered a sharp smack to my rear. My mouth closed tight, my lips quivering, and I halted my struggles.
"Good girl..." he growled in satisfaction, rubbing my backside gently to alleviate the sting from the slap.
Tears continued to flow down my cheeks as he laid me on the bed, his massive form looming over my small frame. I stared at him in fear, trembling as he reached into his pocket, causing me to flinch.
"What are you doing?" I asked shakily, but he only chuckled, pulling out a white blindfold.
"I'll take you to heaven, Little Flower~" he promised darkly.
Before I could protest, the blindfold obscured my vision. All I could see was the white fabric clouding everything.
"Don't kill me..." I whimpered, my lips trembling as I heard him remove his mask and felt his fingers gently trace the outline of my lower lip, surprising me.
"Kill you?" he said mockingly, clearly in disbelief at my statement.
"I won't. But I'll shatter you, Little flower..." he breathed softly. A shiver ran down my spine as his breath brushed against my lips, creating a tingling sensation while he leaned closer to my ear and nipped my earlobe, prompting my body to arch instinctively, as if he held all the power.
"After all, I am your gardener~"
When those words left his lips, I felt his grip tighten around my wrists, pinning them above my head. I groaned in pain, my eyes widening in shock and fear at what he might do.
"Stop! What are you going to do to me?" I screamed in terror, writhing and kicking, but he enjoyed it, chuckling mockingly at my weak attempts to escape.
"Oh? Do you really think I'll cease with such pitiful efforts?" he questioned, his other hand sliding down to my thigh, squeezing firmly and leaving marks. I groaned in agony.
"It only intensifies my desire to break you further, Little flower~" he added, capturing my lips with his in a deep, forceful kiss. The roughness made it hard for me to breathe as I struggled and tried to turn my face away, but it only encouraged him to deepen the kiss, causing my lower lip to swell.
I couldn't see his expression, but through the blindfold, I could make out the shadowy outline of his features. His jawline was sharp and striking, but I forced myself to stop contemplating that. I needed to escape from him.
"Mmhmm... Mmm... Hngnn..." muffled whimpers escaped my lips against his as he broke the kiss, then began to assault my neck with love bites. His hand on my thigh crept upward to my inner thigh, and my eyes widened in shock as I raised my leg to kick him in the groin.
However, he blocked it with ease, displaying quick reflexes that infuriated me. He seized my foot and pinned it down, continuing to bite my neck. I hissed in pain, feeling blood trickle down my delicate skin.
"Not happening again, Little flower. Think of this as your punishment," he murmured against my skin, lapping up the blood. My body reacted to his touch, shivering and arching like a wild horse.
I could even feel my arousal starting to build. Am I actually turned on by this type of encounter? Is this sexual harassment?
My mouth remained silent, only gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure as I felt his hand glide up to my inner thigh and then toward the waistband of my shorts.
"Let's find out if you're wet for me~," he said in a seductive tone as he slowly began to slide my shorts down.
"Not happening with someone like you," I hissed, a mix of anger and arousal in my voice. He laughed softly and continued to pull my shorts down until they bunched around my toes, revealing my red underwear.
"We won't know unless we check, right?" he cooed, brushing his fingers along my leg and thigh while his other hand still gripped my wrists tightly. I gasped at his words, instinctively closing my legs, hearing him hum in response.
"Playing hard to get, are we, Little flower?" I remained silent, and I sensed his growl of annoyance.
"Don't test my patience," he muttered, and before I realized it, he released my wrists, seized my legs, and forcefully spread them apart.
The surprise shout—a blend of fear and exhilaration—was lost on him; my protest a faint, ignored tremor. A dark delight danced in his answering smirk, a low murmur of, "Oh, yes." With a calculated pull, the fragile defense of my underwear gave way, revealing a core already slick with need, laid bare before his appreciative gaze.
"God, my Little Flower," the rough whisper was a velvet caress of pure admiration as his knuckles brushed the delicate heat. Despite the blindfold, my eyes dilated, a blend of pleasure-driven abandon and desperate restraint.
"You are exquisite," he rasped. Then, a slow, inevitable slide: his fingers breached the sweet, tight barrier. A low, throaty sound of awe and satisfaction was the only reply.
"So unbelievably tight... it's a torment not to claim you completely." The husky confession preceded a relentless rhythm, a deep, teasing plunge into my most sensitive depths. The sounds in the room became a chorus of primal need, his long, powerful fingers both stretching and satisfying me with a deranged precision that felt both exquisite and deeply unsettling.
"You crave this, don't you?" he breathed against my ear. My only answer was a wave of raw moans and the uncontrollable tremor of my body yielding beneath him.
"Such a wicked thing you are," he chuckled, his free hand a soft, fleeting distraction at the edge of my blindfold, even as the pace intensified, arching my body in a sudden, sharp spike of pleasure.
"Oh! Yes!" I cried out, a loud, broken sound that he mirrored with a visceral groan.
This is wrong. Utterly, deliciously wrong.
Yet, it was a sensation that commanded every nerve.
Then, a frustrated, abrupt click of the tongue. The exquisite assault ceased, his fingers withdrawing, leaving a hollow, aching void. A strange mix of disappointment and a fleeting, undeserved relief washed over me. Though blind, I sensed his large shadow shifting near the core of my arousal.
"W-what?" I stammered, caught between fear and a sudden, agonizing anticipation. His firm grip on my thighs anchored me. He inhaled deeply, an appreciative groan escaping as he savored the heady scent of my desire.
"I need to taste you, Little Flower."