Chapter 3
Little Kitten
ELSA
I felt his face and lips go to my ear, his breath across my neck. “Hello, Little Kitten. We meet again.”
My entire body froze for a second. That name – my head did a spin back. The only person who called me that, the stalker from Ohio.
I pushed at the figure behind me and stepped on the toes so hard that the person released me for a bit, giving me a chance to run. I turned, and my legs began working faster than they had ever done, running through the hallway filled with locker rooms.
“He... help!” I screamed on top of my voice. I couldn’t see him again. I looked back; he wasn’t standing there, he wasn’t chasing me either.
“Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about how good you’d look when you are running away from me with so much fear in your eyes, Kitten?”
I couldn’t exactly pinpoint where the voice was coming from, but I could hear it everywhere, echoing through the empty hallway like he was some demon from hell. I felt instant happiness and hope immediately when I sighted the door to the exit of the hallway, or at least I prayed that was what it was; my heart kept pounding against my chest; I felt sweat beads form on my forehead.
Immediately my hand held the handle of the door, he came from the side and held my wrist, pushing it into himself.
I tried to fight him, trying to remove my wrist from his hold with my free hand, he didn’t look like hewas even putting any energy into holding me, and yet his hold was so tight I could swear my blood there stopped flowing. “Let go of me, you sick psycho.”
I didn’t pay any attention to him, his attributes, or what he looked like; the only thing I knew was that I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to be far away from him. I brought my knee up and instantly used my free hand to tug out my knife; I lunged it at him, but just like he was already expecting it, he held my wrist and twisted it so the knife dropped. He didn’t let it fall to the ground; he caught it. My eyes widened; he was armed, but I wasn’t.
“Help!” My voice was loud but quivered; my eyes searched around the hall hurriedly. There should be a red big button to alert security for danger, right? Just like the one in the dorms. None.
He twisted my hand behind my back, adding my second hand as well and holding both in one of his big hands. Before I could say or think of anything, I felt my back and a side of my face on the wall again, just like earlier, except now, I had no hope of escaping.
“Are you done?” He asked, his voice so deep I’d say it was one of those men that read audiobooks.
“Who are you?” I turned my face to look at him; he still had my hands behind my back, and he still held them in his. His second hand went behind me; the hallway got more dim; I could barely see his face. “What do you want from me? Let me go!” I screamed into his face, but he ignored me. He was working on something behind me. My eyes widened when I felt the cold metal on my wrists; did he just— “Did you just handcuff me, you fucker?” I stared at him in disbelief.
He let go of my arms. I felt the knife he was holding go to my neck. I swallowed the invisible lump that grew there. “Who are you? Please let me go...”
“You look like a goddess from a closer view.” I focused on his face; he wore a skeleton mask that covered from his nose downwards and his forehead. His light blue eyes were visible, but his dark brown hair draped over it. “My goddess.”
He cupped my chin with his free hand and brought my face up to meet his; his eyes searched my face with so much softness I didn’t think any psychopath would have.
I removed my face from his hold angrily as I tried to remove my wrists from the handcuff; it was impossible. “Why are you doing this?” My entire body was trembling; the knife was still on me.
“Because it’s time for me to claim you, Little Kitten.” He invaded my space, pushing his body up against mine. I could feel his thick thighs rub up against mine. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
I was speechless. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t find words to make out. I just stared at the sick fool who held me against my will and killed people. “You’re a killer. You killed three girls, and for what reason?”
“I don’t need to have a reason to kill, Frozen.” He pulled one of the hair strands that blocked my vision behind my ear. “But I get pissed when people don’t do what they’re told.”
“You’re insane.” If fire and brimstone could come out from my eyes, he’d be down on the ground, dead.
His face was covered, but I could swear he was smiling. “Maybe.”
I brought my knee up to his groin. I tried to, rather; his hand caught my thigh before it got to his groin. He held it in his hand; his hold was hard, strong, masculine. Fear gripped my body as I tried to retrieve my thigh.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kitten.” He didn’t look happy; he looked pissed. I couldn’t see his face, but the way his eyes looked me down, and he twisted his head.
“Let go of my thighs.” I struggled, but he just held on tighter; the knife was still on my neck with his other hand. I have no idea why the knife being on me didn’t affect me as much as his hands on me.
“Beg.” His voice was condensing; he began drawing circles on my bare thigh with a free finger while still gripping it with his hand.
“What do you want from me? Please, just let me go.” I felt my chest tightening up and water building up in my eyes.
“That’s the problem, Kitten.” He let go of my thighs and immediately spun me so I was now facing the wall and my back was turned to him; he came closer to me as he bent down to my ear. “I don’t want anything from you, I want you.”
Goosebumps were on my body; they filled me up. Fear and every bad emotion I didn’t think I had. I could hear the hammering of my heart against my chest this time as something hard poked my ass through the bum shorts I wore. His dick; he was hard. My eyes widened.
“If you do this, I’m going to report you to the authorities; your life would be over, do you understand? You’d be going to prison.
“You still don’t understand, do you?” His whisper held me in a chokehold; his mouth was still very close to my ears; I felt his tongue on it too; my entire body stiffened. “My life has been over since the first time I saw you, Elsa; I wanted nothing more than to be that cat you hugged and cuddled so much.”
“Cat? My cat died five years ago. Could it be... have you been—” he knew my name, Of course he did.
“Yes, Frozen. I’ve been watching you since you were 17.” He fisted my hair which was tied in a high ponytail and dragged the ribbon down, making my red hair fall on my shoulders. “And now you’re here; I’m never letting you go.”
The realization that my life has been monitored since I was seventeen made my head hurt so bad that I felt like it was going to explode. Who wastes so much time of their life this way?
“You wasted your time watching me, and honestly, I feel bad for you. If it hasn’t occurred to your sick head yet, I’m never going to willingly accept you.”
“And that, Kitten, is the first lesson you need to learn about me. I don’t need your acceptance, as long as your body, your soul, and your fucking life belongs to me.” He trailed the knife from my neck down my chest slowly. I leaned more towards the wall like it was the only thing protecting me from him, maybe it was. “You can keep your acceptance as the only thing you have.”
“Fuck you!” I wiggled and tried to kick at him; it felt like a doll trying to come back to life, it was impossible.
“I plan to.” My back was turned to him, but I could swear he was smiling. “Eventually.”
I screamed hard and unexpectedly when the knife pierced my chest just near my collarbone. “Wh... what are you doing?”
He turned me over to face him; I felt my blood from where the knife had pierced my skin roll down my body; pain filled up the spot that knife had been. “Claiming you, Elsa.” He stared at the wound he had created on my chest with so much desire I didn’t think was humanly possible. “And don’t you dare scream or do anything stupid; I would only like to give you one scar, for now.”
That was the last thing he said before he tore my crop top into two, throwing the fabric on the ground. My bra was out; it was white. I stared at him with so much fear in my eyes; my body was shaking; my head was spinning. Was he going to assault me? Was he going to kill me?
He didn’t look at me; his entire focus was on my chest. His lips went down to it; I closed my eyes tight; I felt his tongue on that particular spot he had just punctured, sucking and licking it like he was trying to ease the pain. His hand slid up my bra; I could hear my heartbeat. He fumbled my nipples before he left them.
“St... stop please...” I could tell that the thing that blurred my vision were tears. “Please stop.”
“But we just almost got to the fun part.” His deep voice rumbled through my entire body like an electric shock. From his voice, he was probably twenty-seven or twenty-nine.
“Just let me go; I promise I won’t tell... I... I won’t say a word.”
“Shhhh.” He whispered and took out the hand from my body and placed it on my mouth, hard enough to stop me from talking, soft enough to not hurt.
His other hand dropped the knife, and a shock eluded my body when I felt it at the hem of my bum shorts. I shook my head profusely, but I couldn’t scream; he’d kill me if I did. God, no, I don’t want this; I don’t want any of it.
“Spread your legs, Kitten.” His voice was rough; I didn’t. I just kept sobbing; my tears touching the injury he made on my chest made it hurt more.
“Pl... please...” came out as a mumble instead of actual words.
“Now.” He sounded like he was starting to get pissed off. I gulped and immediately separated my thighs a bit; he didn’t say anything, but I guessed he was pleased. Of course, he’d be pleased.
His hands found their way into my shorts and my panties; his hand came in contact with my bare pussy. A shiver passed through me; it was fear, the idea that he might kill me when he was done, and no one would know. Goosebumps were on my skin again as he played with the slit of my clit before pulling his hand out.
I stared at him; he looked at his hand that was inside my panties a second ago like he couldn’t believe this was real.
“Close your eyes, Elsa.” He looked from his fingers to my face, and I gulped before obeying, preparing myself for the worst. He was a serial killer and a stalker; what’s the worst that can happen?
I heard some rustlings and then it stopped; I heard nothing. When I opened my eyes next, he was gone.
Chapter 4UNKNOWN“What was that you said again?” I asked, picking up the blood-stained towel on the cabinet and wiping off the blood on the knife with it before turning backward to face the half-dying man tied to the chair of nails. Every movement he made caused him pain and made the nails shift in his body.“I’m sorry, we didn’t know you were in this city; we would have—“ I hit the sharp blade on the handle of his chair where his fingers were separated, a screeching scream came from him as he closed his eyes trying to endure the pain. His pinky finger was on the ground, cut out from his hand and making it four fingers left. He was missing his left ear and one pinky finger, both on the ground.“You’re not sorry for trying to sex traffic and sell little kids going to school or young thirteen-year-old girls that still have their whole life ahead of them.” I walked around the chair, trailing the blade on the wall as I passed. “You’re sorry for getting caught by me.”“Who are you to judg
Chapter 5 Beautiful DisasterELSAMy eyes searched the room hurriedly; someone came inside. I locked the door before leaving. I rushed to the door handle to inspect it for any signs of break-ins or forced entry; there were none. It can’t be the stalker; I’ll see signs of a break-in if it was him. Maybe it was the university; perhaps it’s just one of the ways they pass information or something. It’s not the stalker. Right?I walked towards the neatly dressed bed slowly and picked up the envelope. I’ve loved red ribbons since I was a kid; that was partly why I dyed my hair red, so I could match the aesthetic of the ribbon. But whoever made this envelope didn’t know that, right? Because only my family did, and maybe a few friends.I untied the ribbon on the envelope by pulling the other side of it; it opened, and I gulped when the content of it came into sight. I emptied it on my bed and just stared. An electronic drawing pen, a Mac drawing pad, and some… chocolates?I didn’t know how t
Chapter 6 Tag, You're ItELSA“Hello, Little Kitten,” his mouth was close to my ear, so close that I could feel his hot breath there. “Run.”It sounded like a whisper, so quiet that anyone else wouldn’t have heard, but I did, and I ran.The hallway seemed to be closing in on me. There were so many people; some scowled at me as I bumped into them while looking behind me, and some cursed at me. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to go, far away from this place.“Nooo!” I screamed and struggled when strong hands held my arms from the front. I didn’t bother opening my eyes; I knew it was him.“Hey, calm down… are you alright?” I opened my eyes to see Nathan’s worried expression all over his face as he searched mine.I had no idea what I was thinking or what came over me, but I knew that if there was anyone I was glad to see right now, it was Nathan. I threw my arms around him and hugged him; I could feel his body tense up and freeze, but then he eased up and hugged me back.My eyes
Chapter 7The ManipulatedELSA“Get on your knees and take out my dick, Kitten.” The gun was on my lower chin now, lifting my face to meet his.My heart was thumping extremely hard now. He didn’t just… did he just ask me to… The gun under my chin made my body quiver. He could kill me right now, toss my body into the river, and no one would know; they’d think I lost my inhaler and died.“You don’t have to do this; I swear I won’t tell—““Remove my belt, Elsa.”A shiver dropped down my spine, and I took in a deep breath before going on my knees. He was wearing black trousers that looked like jeans but weren’t. My hands were shaking when I got to his belt. I removed it and tossed it away; my hand went to his zip next, and I pulled it down. I could just punch his dick and make a run for it.𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣.I couldn’t see his face, but I had a feeling he was watching me intently—my every move. I obeyed his earlier request and placed my hand inside the open space the z
Chapter 8The ManipulationELSAI opened my eyes, my head was banging; I was sitting on leather, or something like it.When my vision became clear, I gasped. I was in the back seat of a car which was in front of the police station. I remembered fighting with the stalker when he told me he was going to drop me here. I remembered him putting a white cloth on my nose, and that was it…“He drugged me! That fucker!”“Miss, you’re awake.” A male voice spoke up from the front seat, and I looked up at him. He was looking at me with both fear and surprise.My eyes searched all over his face; he didn’t look familiar in any way. But with his suit and black glasses, I guessed he worked for the stalker. “Who are you?”“I was asked to drop you here. Please kindly exit the car.”“You were asked? Are you crazy?” Anger flushed in my eyes. “Could you not see I was drugged against my will? You couldn’t even try to help by calling 911 or something.”He took in a deep breath. “Look, Miss. I have a child i
CHAPTER NINE The ManipulatorELSAI looked at the finger again; Nathan wore that ring today at dinner. This was Nathan’s finger. Everything we ate at dinner appeared back in my throat. I rushed to the toilet immediately and bent to throw up; my stomach was hurting so badly.I took in a deep breath before flushing, then washing my face and hands in the sink. Why was this happening to me? I haven't done anything bad to anyone; I can't even call it karma.Maybe I should move out. My brain mentally reminded me that the stalker first sent me a message when I was in Ohio, prom night. There was no escaping him.I went back to the room; the finger which was covered with blood was still on the ground, making the room stink badly. Tears filled my eyes looking at it. Nathan went through this because of me, because I hugged him.I used a tissue to put the finger back into the box and disposed of it the only way I knew how. I was going to apologize and cut ties with Nathan. It was for his safety,
Chapter 10Death WishELSAI took in a deep breath and smoothed my palm on my red round-neck top and a jean skirt that stopped at the middle of my thighs before my knuckles came in contact with the door in a subtle knock.I was outside the front porch; it was Nathan’s house. It’s been one week since what happened to Nathan, and I didn’t know how to show up at his doorstep.These past few days made me realize one thing: I liked Nathan more than a friend. The stalker had also been off my neck; he stopped texting, and I didn’t have that fear of being followed anymore. Me withdrawing that amount of money put him and his business on the edge… I hope.“Hello…” An old woman who seemed like she was in her early eighties said, opening the door with a wide smile, her dimples visible, probably where Nate got him from.“Hi, ma’am, I’m Elsa.” I looked around; just standing here made my heart ache at the realization that I caused this to him. “Nathan’s friend.”“Oh, come on in, dear.” She held the
Chapter 11 Red is for bloodELSAHello, Kitten. I recognized that voice all too well.“You… what are you… why…” I couldn’t utter words; all that was in my mind was Nathan. He was going to hurt Nathan for real this time.“Who are you?” Nathan screamed, trying not to shake. His life was already flashing before his eyes.“Please, please let him go. I swear I’d do anything you want. Please…” My heart was racing so fast at this moment; that I couldn't breathe properly.A smirk appeared on his cheeks, the scar on his eyebrows furrowed, “You’d do anything I want either way, Kitten.” His voice was so deep it held so much vibration.“Why are you doing this? It’s my life, why won’t you let me live my life?” Tears flowed freely from my eyes to my cheeks now.Nathan looked confused at me. “You know him?” His voice had hurt in it; it was all my fault. I should never have gone to his house.“You didn’t tell your little friend that the reason he is one finger short is because of you?” The stalker t