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It burns. The snow, it burns more every second I'm outside. Layers of snow bite at my feet, gnawing at my bones. The small lumps of snow hitting my calves sting alongside my lungs with every kick. Yet somehow, I feel I could do this forever. My body moves on its own at this point, pushing me forward. Away from the hot tea, freshly made on the kitchen table, the warm floorboards that live in front of the fireplace, and the well-loved books brought from Zuzu. A jagged stone pushes me back into reality when my sole is punctured by it. I cry aloud, squeezing my eyes shut before inspecting it, making sure I wouldn't die via stone.
I check behind myself, and my breath stutters at the empty, white blanket of snow covering the landscape behind me. Falsely inviting, like a siren lulling me to sleep under it. To stop running and give in to the call. You're so tired; give yourself a break; you've been doing so much. For so long with how little strength you have? Just rest. Let it happen. Beautiful and sparkling in the sunlight. Untouched besides a few small rodent tracks. I track the small, cute prints that lead me to the spots of blood on the snow, the only trace of color out here. Human prints, only my tracks. Was I running from no one? Had I finally gone crazy? Did I imagine it all?
Had the man actually attacked me again? People hallucinate after traumatic events all the time. Am I one of those people? Do I need to be chained up like a werewolf at night? Large arms wrap around my torso, forcing my shoulders up and arms in, locking me in place. His firm chest like a brick wall behind me. I almost flush at the thought of him watching over me, making sure I obey properly. My scream is cut off by his cold gloved hand suffocating me, making me thrash about.
"You know, I didn't plan for it to be this way. I wanted to do things properly." His voice is heavy and scratchy, like he's been screaming at someone. It's all he says before he releases me without warning. I immediately choke on my spit, gasping for air as I fall on the cold floor. My knees and palms hurt from catching myself, and I can barely keep myself up at this point. The cold burning in my skin begins tingling. My chest is still on fire from the lack of oxygen and the frigid, bitter, dry air I'm heaving in. I'm too focused on standing up again without falling over that I don't realize the masked man had already taken his belt off.
"Alright, now I just need you to relax a bit while I restrain your hands and feet..." He says almost clinically. The man loops them around my hands and ties them behind my back. He pushes me on my stomach and straddles me to tie my feet together as well. He smacks my ass, and I thrash about, and chuckles from behind me and smacks me again, satisfied in his work. After raising off me, I struggled a bit more before feeling the rough material of his glove on the side of my face, pressing me down into the inches of snow surrounding us. I groan in pain, watching as the snow gathers around my face, following me as he drags me by my hair now. Forcing the freezing clumps of snow into my socks, shirt, and pants. I want to fight back, to grab my hair and defend myself, but my limbs are far too heavy to lift, let alone fight back. Black spots cloud my vision.
He drops my head in a new location, and I lift it enough to realize I'm in the cave that lives on my grandfathers property. I hadn't explored into yet. Too afraid of the stories my grandparents would tell when I was a kid. Too scared to actually see whatever was in there. Before I can struggle up, He pushes my head down into the snow again. This time, harder than he needs to, and I can feel my eyes along with my jaw begin to strain against the pressure. I whimper, and he presses harder as he pulls my pants down, revealing me completely to the bitter weather now. The masked man sneers something in my ear that gets drowned out by my heartbeat.
"You're so fucking warm, Bunny. Warm and perfect for me. You just need a few lessons. It's alright, you're taking me so well, Bun-Bun." He grips my hip with one hand while the other wraps around my throat, holding my torso up a bit. My mind drifts to the definitely fairly cold tea and books again; I promised myself to read them again if I ever got back.
"Why are you crying? I try to do something fucking nice for you, Bun. I try to love and take care of you, but you keep resisting." He sighs as he sinks all of the way inside of me, whispering in my ear. "You know, I was worried you'd freeze out here without me." He says, strained. "I didn't have a clue where you ran off to. I couldn't find you on the cameras, your phone... I mean, it made me feel powerless." He lowers me to the floor again, hands on either side of me. "Thinking of you using your pretty little brain to fend for yourself only pisses me off." He grinds into me, groaning. "Using your little head for big things is hard, isn't it? Look at where that got you, hmm?" His implications irk me. He doesn't know me.
"We're only here because of you. You forced me out. Yo-"
"I gave you options; you chose the freezing winter air. This is why making the decisions is for me, baby. But it is all right; there is no need to feel ashamed; you cannot help it. Just like you can't help but be a little fucking whore. You dressed that way on purpose, yea? To tease me?" I did. I planned on sending a picture to him. To taunt him.. I guess. If I was being honest, I've started looking forward to his harassing texts.
"You're crazy... let me go and I won't tell anyone... I-I promise. I swear, please just jus-" He interrupts me by forcing his cock in and out of my sopping pussy. Constantly slamming his hips into my ass and picking up the pace.
"Not even that little boyfriend? You won't tell him about our little chats?" His breath gets heavier, and his tone feels sharper now. "Maybe I need you all to myself; maybe I show him the type of whore he's dating." Harvey smirks behind his mask.
"No! Not even him. I swear." He hums in response."I'll be.. I'll be a good girl."
"Mm no, I want something he can never have." I let out a confused whine, and his hips snapped into mine again. "It's all right, you're doing so well for me. Just let me worry about it, hm?" I was so wet at this point. The heat from our bodies was turning the snow around us into a puddle under me. My nipples hard and pressed against the ground. I winced from the rough material rubbing them raw, which received a slap on my already wet ass. He lets his cum out inside of me, and doesn't move until his dick stops pumping cum into me. Gripping my hips hard, digging his nails into them. He lets out a satisfied huff, and I feel light again when he gets off me. I feel I can finally breathe a bit again.
He starts kicking me in my stomach. Blow after blow on my scrunched shrimp form. Another blow hits me on my head and I blackout.