Walking home through the woods, the fastest route home, I can't help but shake the feeling that someone is watching me. It's like I can literally feel a pair of eyes on my back as I walk forward.
Glancing over my right shoulder just to be sure no one is actually following me I hear a branch snap towards my left. I whip my head in the direction of the sound. But I see no one. Another sound of a branch snapping, this time to my right. Twirling around, I still don't see anything. Just trees, grass and moss. No people, no animals, nothing. I sniff the air to see if I can catch a scent, maybe it's someone from the pack trying to trick me. But all I smell is wood, pine and damp from the forest. Nothing else.
Another branch snaps, this time sounding as though it was next to me. The hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise. That's when I feel someone breathe down the back of my neck.
I go to run and start to step forward but before I can even move they grab my arm. Goddess they're fast.
"Where do you think you're going little one?" a deep male voice breathes into my ear, causing a nauseous feeling to creep its way into my stomach. I try pulling my arm free but that only causes him to tighten his grip on my arm.
"Let me go." I say, trying to show no emotion as I try to swallow the bile rising in my throat. My heart pounds hard in my chest as if it wishes to escape the cages of my ribs.
"Now why would I let a pretty thing like you go?" he whispers in my ear as his other hand runs across my shoulder and up my neck. What a mistake that was. I swallow again before grabbing the hand that's stroking my neck and using barely any of my strength I flip him over my shoulder. His back hits the forest floor with a thud and I use this as my opportunity to run. And I run as fast as I can.
Before I know it he pounces on me, knocking me to the ground.
"You little bitch!" he spits at me as he flips me onto my back, climbing on top of me and pinning my arms above my head with one hand so I can't hit at him.
"GET OFF ME!!!" I screamed at him. I try raising my knee to catch him good in the groin but he just uses his legs to hold my own ones down. His other hand covers my mouth to silence me. I suddenly feel a thick hardness press against my stomach. He's aroused by this. More bile rises in my throat as a wave a nausea hits me again, I feel sick to my very core.
"Shh little one. You're going to make me punish you more than I already am for that stunt if you shout again." he says as he buries his head in my neck, inhaling my scent. And he says three words that make me feel stone cold. "You are mine."