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  “Let me GO!” I shriek and then try to slap him. “I’ve had enough of this game!”

  He blocks my swing but doesn’t acknowledge my demand, just shoves me backward towards the bed. I stumble, off balance from still being groggy and the force he used. I land in a heap on the floor and try to crab-crawl away as he approaches.

  Now we are a little closer to the windows, the dim light still trying to break through illuminates him slightly. He’s tall, a lot taller than me, maybe six feet to my five-two, with smooth, toned arms, and dark hair that hangs in his face. Even squinting I can’t make out much more than that.

  “Who are you, and what do you want?” I sob out, shrinking even further away until I hit the bed frame behind me.

  He crouches down and leans towards me, his scent infusing the air around me with an earthy musk, like a garden after it rains. I whimper in fear, and I can almost sense the smirk on his face at my reaction to him.

  After a long pause, during which he simply watches me as I shake in front of him, he finally speaks, “I want you.”

  6

  Him

  I inhale her sweet, floral scent as I lean in even closer, enjoying her reaction. She smells like honeysuckle, lavender, and fear, a potent combination that has me salivating for a taste. She’s shaking with pure terror, and it is so, so sweet. A small tear leaks out and trickles slowly down her flushed cheeks. She doesn’t know who I am. Where she is or why she’s here. She will know soon, but not yet, not before I’ve had my fun and extracted every ounce I can from her.

  I catch the tear on my finger and bring it to my lips, tasting her. I rasp out, “I can’t wait to taste you, your skin, your body, and every single one of your tears. It all belongs to me, and I will have it.”

  She exhales sharply, a small gasp escaping. She looks directly at me, her eyes wide and reflective, showing every little piece of her that hides away from prying eyes.

  I stand up and turn to leave the room.

  “Please,” she begs quietly.

  I ignore her and continue to move away from where she lies on the floor, not even turning to acknowledge her. I shut and lock the door behind me as she screams out.

  “Pleeease!”

  My face twists but I know she can’t see my expression. Keep begging little flower, I love that word coming from your lips.

  I watch her on the computer screen; the cameras I installed before bringing her here are working perfectly. I can see and hear everything in her room, and around the house. She continues to cry for a while longer before passing out from fatigue and stress. While she sleeps, I slip some bottles of water and packet of sandwiches into her room, before returning to mine for some rest.

  It has certainly been an interesting day. I lay in bed pondering over this situation I have created for us. I’ve never brought any of my flowers inside my home before, simply taken for myself, and savored for a little while before discarding them. I’ll need to take some extra precautions, like paying for that damn ticket on her car and emailing her boss with her notice to leave.

  I take out her phone from the bag she dropped when I grabbed her. The screen is cracked, but still working, so I send an email to her boss and then switch it off, taking out the memory card. I’ll destroy her phone later. I put the phone on the desk and the memory card in a small safe for later investigation.

  I drive leisurely to her house, which is tiny and ridiculously organized, but surprisingly plain. I grab a suitcase from her cupboard and shove her belongings in it: clothes, photos, and personal items like jewelry, before shutting down the house. She owns it, so no one is going to come banging on the door wanting rent. I give the place one last look-over before locking the door, smiling triumphantly.

  Now, she has no obligations to meet, no family will come round to check on her, and she has no real friends, apart from me of course. She doesn’t know who I am, and for now, I intend to keep it that way. It’s going to be just the two of us, alone, and completely secluded. No one is going to come looking for my Violet.

  7

  Violet

  When I wake up, it’s because a small beam of sunlight coming through the boarded windows is streaming directly on my face. I blink in the harsh light, my swollen, sore eyes trying to adjust to the brightness. I sit up, stretching and looking around my prison, fighting to keep calm. I catch sight of a packet of sandwiches and bottles of water by the door. I don’t want to touch anything he gives me, but my dehydrated and hungry body wins the battle, and without further hesitation, I down the water and practically inhale the sandwiches, groaning from having done both a bit too fast.

  I walk slowly back to the boarded windows and look around for something, anything, that I could use to pry them off. I have got to get out of here.

  I start searching and spy another door, rushing to it I pull and to my surprise, it opens. Feeling around for a light switch and finding a cord, I tug it hoping for a little more illumination. The light, after humming and clicking for several seconds, comes to life.

  My stomach drops when I realize that it’s just an en-suite, and not a possible escape route, although a small sigh of relief escapes knowing that I at least have what I hope is a functioning bathroom. I eagerly try turning one of the taps, pleased when it splutters to life, and clean water flows out. I quickly cup the cold water to my face, relishing the freshness on my puffy eyelids. The water I drank down so quickly makes the rest of my body wake up so I quickly relieve myself.

  As I get ready to leave the bathroom, I hear a click and the sound of the bedroom door opening. I pause before deciding to lock the bathroom door, and hopefully barricading myself in. I don’t want to see him in the light. I don’t want to see the monster come to life, because that’s the only type of person who would do something like this.

  I whimper in fear before climbing into the bathtub and curling into a frightened ball. A bang on the door almost makes me jump out of my skin.

  “Open this damn door, Violet!”

  “No, leave me alone!” I cry out.

  “For fuck sake, open it!” He shouts, even louder than before.

  I ignore him, hugging my knees even more tightly to my chest, shaking and praying for him to go away. I don’t want to see his face.

  A colossal crashing noise sounds as the door starts to break from the force he is exerting on it.

  I scream, loud and piercing, tears starting to flow again.

  “VIOLET!” He bellows, and the door flies open, the sound of splintering wood as the lock breaks filling the small room.

  I shut my eyes tightly, I don’t want to see. Please don’t let him hurt me. Please don’t let him make me look at his face. I’m terrified of what I might see: his expression, the anger in his eyes, and whatever else may be lurking behind them.

  A hand touches my shoulder, more gentle than I expected, before his hand grips tight. I gasp out loud as he yanks me roughly from the tub and drags me to the floor, pinning my wrists above my head.

  8

  Him

  “What the fuck were you trying to achieve? Did you think that a wooden door would keep me from getting to you? Huh?” I demand violently.

  She struggles to break free, hips bucking up against me, trying to shift my body from above hers. Her pretty body and her wiggling against me cause me to start reacting physically to her, although I always did want her. She freezes when she feels my erection brushing against her pelvis, a soft inhale of shock passing through her lips.

  “Please let me go,” she whispers, eyes still shut tight.

  Why won’t she look at me?

  I lean down towards her face, my breath lightly blowing the loose hairs that have fallen over her cheeks. She shudders in my hold, goosebumps streaming along her flesh at my closeness. I can practically smell her fear; it oozes from her in waves, and I fucking love it.

  “Look at me,” I whisper softly in her ear. She shakes her head, no. “Look at me,” I repeat, more sharply this time.

  Still nothing, but she squints while fighting the urge to peek.

  “Goddamnit, look at ME!” I demand as I lean back to look down at her prone form trapped beneath me.

  Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine. Soft ash-grey eyes meet my empty, nearly coal-black ones, and they widen as she gazes at my features.

  Recognition flashes across her face for a moment before morphing into wariness, “I know you from somewhere. I’ve seen you before.”

  I neither acknowledge nor deny her statement, and she starts to look confused as she tries to remember, momentarily pausing in her attempt to free herself from my hold. I squeeze her wrists, bringing her back, distracting her from her thoughts, and she cries out.

  I press her more firmly to the bathroom floor, mentally cursing the cramped space in here for making this so difficult. I can’t stand up without letting her go first, and I am enjoying the closeness too much to want to remove myself from her just yet. She bucks against me again, growling in frustration when I don’t budge. I smirk at her futile bid for freedom. Not happening, she isn’t going anywhere. Even if she did somehow get out of my grip, she wouldn’t get very far.

  “It’s useless to fight, stop struggling.” I admonish her, voice tinged with amusement.

  The look of disgust that crosses her face tells me she picked up on my tone and wasn’t the least bit pleased about it. I push my body harder against her, and she whimpers at the contact, at the feel of my rigid cock pressed against her cunt through both our jeans. Fear blows her eyes wide, then she pinches them shut again, turning her face away from me.

  “No, don’t,” she pleads with me.

  I huff out an annoyed breath, before pressing a kiss to her upturned cheek, “Not this time.”

  Before getting up, I grind once against her, eliciting a gasped exhale from her. “You are mine, and you aren’t going anywhere.”

  9

  Violet

  I relax when he finally lets go of my wrists and leaves the confining bathroom, which seemed ten times smaller with his presence invading the room. I suppress the urge to throw up the contents of my stomach, which seems to have relocated itself to somewhere a little higher while my heart was trapped in my throat. The way he looked at me… and when he pressed himself against me, that teasing threat before he lifted himself from my body. I didn’t know what to think, I just knew that on some level I didn’t want to know exactly what he was capable of.

  I slowly push myself up, coming back to the present and away from twisting thoughts and possibilities. I look down at my hands and notice faint purple bruises circling my wrists from when he pinned me to the floor. I hear the scrape and click of the bedroom door and know that once again, I am alone. I’m always so alone.

  I know it deep in my heart that no-one will look for me. My mom couldn’t care less about my wellbeing, so my not contacting her won’t worry her because I never do reach out, and she doesn’t to me either.

  I’ll lose my job, but at least I will still have my house. I already miss my house, even with it being as small as it is. It was a total bargain buy, and I bought it cheap because of its poor condition when it was on the market. It took an awful lot of time and money to make it habitable and comfortable. It’s completely mine, and it was so worth the trouble.

  A thought occurs to me all of a sudden, I wonder what Z will think when I don’t send anymore messages. Then, I start to get angry. It’s His fault that I’m trapped here with a madman: alone and afraid, with no way out. If only he hadn’t been such a huge asshole that night and stood me up, then I wouldn’t have been walking to my car on my own.

  “Z, why weren’t you there? Why did you not come that night?” I whisper mournfully, looking around at the room that is to be my prison.

  My eyes fill with tears at the thought. I wish he had been there. He would have stopped this from happening.

  “This is YOUR fault!” I scream out as anger briefly overrides my sorrow, just before I break down in sobs once again.

  I hear movement outside the bedroom door and I rush over, pounding my fists on the wood, “LET ME OUT! PLEASE!”

  I hear footsteps moving away, the sound fading, and then stopping. Silence surrounds me, save for my harsh breathing after the outburst. I throw myself onto the bed, the mattress squeaking slightly. I grab my blanket, wrapping it around myself like a warm, comforting cocoon, trying to hide from the horror that is now my new life. This is the only solace I have from my old one; the familiar detergent wafting up my nose, soothing my aching heart and tired mind. I whisper hoarsely one last time before my eyes drift closed and sleep finally takes me. “Please.”

  10

  Him

  When I hear her plead with me to let her go, I don’t even react. I expected this; I knew that she would fight and beg. I steeled myself against it. But when I heard her question about why she was all alone that night, I can’t help but smirk. I was there. I was right there in the room with her, and she had no clue. A wave of pride courses through my body at the knowledge that my plan had worked so much better than I anticipated. I set the trap, and she walked into it without considering the consequences or the truth behind my words.

  I retrieve the case from my car containing Violet’s things and bring it into the house before moving the car to the slightly concealed garage attached to the side of the house. I go through the back door of the garage and straight into the garden, making my way round to the back of the house and locking the door behind me. It’s easy to miss because of all the overgrown ivy which is covering most of the brick attachment. I flick on a light, the bulb flickers in its fixture before humming to life. I want to see everything in detail. I was in a hurry to leave her house, so I didn’t take the time to really look through her things, and the few times I was there before, it was dark and I was being careful not to wake her. That’s when I stole the blanket that she now clings to like it will protect her from me. Nothing will protect her from me, not even myself.

  When sifting through her possessions, I find very little of interest, save for her laptop and the memory card from her phone, which I will search through later. I destroy the phone, making it impossible to trace her should someone decide to report her missing. I rifle through her clothing, lots of plain colors, nothing bright or flashy until… Jackpot. What’s this? My shy little Violet likes lingerie.

  I discover amongst the plain and ordinary clothing that she owns a rather lovely collection of lingerie, matching bras and panties in lace and satin, and a few lacy nighties. Well, well, well. I’ll be letting her have these, as I’ll definitely enjoy seeing her wear these on my cameras after I cut what she is currently wearing off her body. She will have no choice but to wear them unless she wants to spend her time naked. While I wouldn't complain about that, I would never be able to keep my hands off her, it’s a struggle as it is. I feel a sudden urge to see her, so I abandon my task of looking through her stuff.

  I hurry back to my room and sit in my chair watching the screens. Stress has exhausted her, and she is now asleep. So peaceful and delicate, my Violet is in her slumber. My body heats and tightens at the memory of her sweet little form pressed against me. I so very nearly took her right there on the bathroom floor, but I managed to resist. I want her, and soon. I don’t know how much longer I will be able to hold back, but these little touches and encounters are not going to be enough. I’m hungry, and I’m desperate to sate and indulge that fierce ache I am feeling on her.

  I groan and release my cock from my jeans, the thick length angry and straining for release. It’s all for her. I hiss and close my eyes as I grip it in my hand. It’s been so long now, so long. I let thoughts of Violet pinned beneath me as I take her play through my mind, as my hand slides rhythmically up and down.

  I glance back at her sleeping form on the monitor, using my free hand to zoom in on her face. My pace increases as I adjust the camera to slowly move down her body. The curve of her delectable tits is on display where her top has ridden up, the vest underneath hugging them like my hands will when I cup them.

  “So perfect, so MINE,” I grunt and jerk as release starts to overtake me, I take a deep breath, and I stop before I reach it. The only place I want to cum right now is all over those tits of hers.

  I look down at my throbbing cock and make a promise to myself. “Tonight.”

  11

  Him

  It’s getting dark now, the sky a shade of purple, nearly violet, and I know its time to go to her. I pocket my switchblade, grab a couple of bottles of water, two of my favorite sets of lingerie for her to wear, a dark purple bra and panty set, and a sexy white nightie. Last minute, I pick up her body wash and shampoo, and some ties for good measure. These should keep my feisty little flower still for a bit.

  I’ve been looking forward to this. I can barely think straight with the raging erection I have for her, coupled with the denied release from earlier. I shudder with anticipation as I make my way quietly to her room, just a few doors down from mine.

  I pause outside the door, listening intently for her. When all I hear is soft breathing, I open the door as carefully as I can to minimize the noise, cursing the warped wood and making a mental note to fix that as soon as possible. I can’t have that fucking door alerting her to my presence every time I decide to pay her a visit.

  I manage to slip into her room without waking her, thank fuck. She seems to be completely out of it. I light one of the small candles sitting in a holder on one of the tables. I need a little light to be able to see what I’m doing, and I don’t want to miss a single thing about this.