Emily’s POV

My legs are shaking, my breath ragged as I run through the vast darkness surrounding the estate. The night is eerily silent, save for the sound of my frantic steps slamming against the cold ground.

A shiver runs down my spine. Not from the cold, but because I feel him.

He’s close.

The predator stalking his prey.

My lungs burn as I push myself forward, ignoring the sting in my legs. The trees blur past me, their twisted branches reaching out like claws, as if they, too, want to trap me. The chilling wind carries the scent of pine, mixing with the coppery tang of my own fear.

Then I hear it.

Slow. Steady. Footsteps.

A stark contrast to my frantic pace.

He’s playing with me.

A sob claws at my throat, but I swallow it down. I won’t give him the satisfaction of hearing it.

The distant glow of a small cottage appears ahead, tucked between the trees like a hidden sanctuary. My only chance. I push harder, my muscles screaming in protest as I dart toward it.

Then—I stop.

My breath catches when I see it. A lake. Dark, motionless, endless.

It sits like an abyss, swallowing the moonlight.

I don’t have time to hesitate. I turn my gaze back to the cottage and sprint. My fingers fumble with the door handle, desperation turning my limbs weak.

Come on. Come on.

A shadow flickers in my peripheral vision.

A presence.

My stomach drops. I scream, jerking back, but before I can react—

A force slams into me, knocking the air from my lungs.

I hit the ground hard, the rough wood of the porch biting into my skin. A sharp pain radiates through my wrist, but it’s nothing compared to the cold weight pressing me down.

A warm breath ghosts over my ear.

“Caught you.”

His voice is calm. Controlled. But it drips with something darker.

Something primal.

I thrash, my body twisting under him, but he’s immovable. A steel cage of muscle and dominance. My hands claw at the ground, searching for anything to fight back, but he captures my wrists with one hand, pinning them effortlessly above my head.

His other hand covers my mouth.

"Shh," he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement. "No words from this mouth, kotenok. Now, you'll only scream my name."

Terror and something unidentifiable pulse through me.

I know what’s coming.

And God help me, a part of me wants it.

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He pins my wrists down with an elbow and grab the waist of my jeans ,and then a long slicing sound fills my ears before cold air forms goosebumps on my skin. The knife.

He cut my jeans and panties with his knife. A foreign sensation flares through me . The thought that the sharp blade could nip at my skin keeps me still as he slashes my shirt and bra .

The cold knife touches my back and i shudder. With my clothes falling off me in shreds ,I'm fully exposed to him . His callous touch,and his merciless knife.

I don't do anything, he might act on his whatever murderous thoughts in his cold blooded brain . The need to fight and run pulses through me and i use his loosened hold on my wrists to do so .

He releases me , but the moment I'm crawling away something tears at my skull. A tight fist grips my hair and drags me back onto the hardwood. I scream and it's heightened by looming silence.

I've never experienced this sort of demented survival mode before. I don't want to escape and i already became his prey when i ran .

Alex pushes me onto my back with his hold on my hair. The breath is knocked out of my lungs when i meet the solid floor . I can make out the bulging of his muscles,the rippling of his ink , the darkness of his eyes.

"You look so innocent . But i know kotenok this brain and heart is as fucked up as me . I'm going to taint you so bad you won't even remember your old self. "

He kneels between my legs and slides two fingers inside me. I shudder when he lifts them under the moonlight and i watch , entrapped as it glistens with my arousal .

My rasping breath start tumbling out of my mouth the longer he forces me to see the sick evidence of my tendencies. A tinge of shame settles at the bottom of my belly . I'm lying here naked while he's fully dressed .

"Your so wet for my cock , so sensitive. You're my dirty little slut aren't you , kotenok ? "

My ears heat and i try to close my legs but he digs his fingers in the tender flesh and slaps them apart.

He's on me . His fingers pinching my nipples torturing, squeezing. An onslaught of emotions rushes through me as he touches me everywhere.

"Tell me kotenok. Will you bleed for me . I want to see you covered in blood. . Hmm ."

He pulls out his knife and cuts my nipple a little . A drop of blood starts running and alex watches it and then just like the predator he is , he leans down and licks the trail of blood and then sucks my nipple till I'm seeing stars of oblivion.

He teases my clit in rough circles until I'm bucking , reaching , arching my back off the floor. And then he pushes me off and unbuttons his jeans .

The moment his hard shaft is free i gasp . I've seen it before but i still think it's to big . He's going to hurt me and i can see it in his expression.

My lips tremble and i whisper. "Look alex. I'm I'm sorry please. I didn't wanted to do it it . "

He's going to take my virginity like an animal . I should've though about me when i ran but i know a deep dark part of me wanted to do it .

And then all of a sudden he yanks my legs furthur apart and thrusts into my pussy. My inside recoil and i jerk on the rough wood. Pain explodes where he tears through me and it hurts. It hurts so much that i cry and try to push him off but that only makes him thrust again brutally .

"Please please i i can't. " I dig my nails into his chest.

"Shh . You can and you will kotenok. Your cunt was made for me to break . Your made for me ."

He's a beast right now . And I'm just the vessel at his disposal . No matter how much i sob and beg he doesn't go easy.

I'll never admit but a part of me likes his savagery. He drives inside me with harsh strokes , pulling out to the tip and then driving again.

And when i thought i was gonna pass out something entirely different happened. The pain morphs into pleasure. Boundless pleasure . It's the type of desire that comes from extreme pain.

"Mmm. Such a good girl . Do you feel your cunt milking my cock?"

My mouth opened and i scremed his name. I don't even recognize my own voice .

"Your my addiction." Thrust". I want to break you . "Thrust. "Own you. "Thrust. "Mark you . "

He acts on his last sentence by leaning down and biting on the side of neck just where my shoulder meets the neck .

Everthing inside me comes crashing down as sharp pain and pleasure overlap and detonate me all at once .

I'm screaming and moaning and he's still fucking me. He's thrusting inside me like a madman and then he lifts his head. Crimson red drops from his lips and he sucks that off. My blood.

He's marked me fully, thoroughly. It's wrong but feels absolutely right . 'I'm going to taint you so bad you won't even remember your old self. "

He's marked me fully, thoroughly. It's wrong but feels absolutely right .

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The world feels distant, my body exhausted and trembling as I lie on the cold floor, completely spent. My breath is uneven, my pulse wild, and my mind… blank.

Alex hovers above me, his chest rising and falling, his inked skin slick with sweat and something darker. His eyes—cold, possessive—burn into mine, trapping me in their hold.

I should hate him.

I should scream, fight, run.

But I don’t.

Because deep down, in the part of me I don’t want to acknowledge…

I crave him.

I crave the way he destroys me, consumes me, owns me.

And he knows it.

He leans in, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice a whisper that sends chills down my spine.

“You belong to me now, kotenok.”

My heart pounds.

Because I already did.

Author’s Note:

Hey, lovely readers!

This chapter was intense, dark, and twisted—just like Alex and Emily’s relationship. Their dynamic is raw, obsessive, and anything but ordinary. Alex is possessive, dangerous, and unrelenting, while Emily is trapped between fear and a deep, undeniable craving for him.

I know this story isn’t for everyone, but if you’ve made it this far, you understand that this is a dark romance—where the lines between love, obsession, and destruction blur. Alex is a monster, and Emily? She’s slowly being dragged into his world, whether she wants it or not.

Let me know your thoughts! Do you love the tension? Hate it? Either way, I’d love to hear from you.

Stay dark & twisted,