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Hunting for Midnight Chapter Seventeen
An icy chill skitters down my spine as I hear the key turning and the click of the iron lock sliding into place from the other side of the solid wood door. I jump down from the ridiculously tall bed and sprint to the heavy door, furiously pounding both of my fists on it. “Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing? You can’t keep me locked up! Let me out of here right now!” I shout at the top of my lungs into the door. I've been shouting and screaming for help for several minutes. There are two large arched stained glass windows across the room, but they are blocked by an iron gate that is bolted shut and requires a key to open. All of my belongings, including my knives and pistol, are still down in the basement. After several minutes of me throwing a fit and myself at the door, the man's deep and agitated voice calls from the other side of the door, "Are you decent, my dear? I've brought you some oolong tea and warm water for washing." Am I what? Appropriate? Did he not hea
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It killed me to treat her in such a despicable manner. To force my will on her using brute strength and intimidation. The fear in her face was awful knowing I was the cause of it. I knew she was frightened and her chaotic behavior was based on instinct and panic. I'll make this up to her though. Someway or somehow...She didn't deserve it. Leslie's broken face while I held her down on my bed underneath me ripped my heart in half. That stung more than all of the insults and threats she threw at me. The injuries she sustained needed to be treated as soon as possible and her irrational behavior was making that difficult. When I inspected her head earlier, the slice on the side of was alarmingly red and angry. I didn't think locking the door to my room would affect her so negatively, but then again, I've been alone for a long time and am not cognisant of how my behavior and decisions impacts others. The steaming cup of oolong tea she hesitantly accepted from me with a quiet 'thank you'
Last Updated : 2024-09-30Hunting for Midnight Chapter Nineteen
The scent of smoky lavender and fresh roses pulls me from a restless, fitful slumber. My eyes slowly open to the golden, dancing firelight from the fireplace. As my surroundings come into focus, I sit up in a panic, at first not knowing where I am.I'm in a grand, Victorian-era-styled bedroom that is easily the size of the entire main living space of my apartment. Several feet away in front of me at the foot of the bed is a stunning and enormous arsenic-green tiled fireplace with a deep stained and beautifully carved wood mantel and surrounding trim. A fire is blazing inside of it.The plaster walls have a linen texture and are painted in a smokey gray color. Beautiful, polished stacked walnut wood crown molding decorates the high, ten or more-foot-tall ceiling. The matching wide plank wood floors, tall baseboards, and ornamental wainscoting are stunning showcases of talent and craftsmanship.Above my head attached to the gigantic, ornate four-poster bed frame is an equally elaborate r
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Walker gently unties the linen bandage around my arm as I help myself to more of the delicious cheese. He informed me that he makes the cheese himself and ages it in a nearby cave. I also have a few more slices of apples, grapes, and a couple of scrumptious, buttery shortbreads. Having some food in my belly makes me feel a thousand times better. I insisted that I would be handling all of my beverages from this point forward, even though he swore he would never spike anything I consume again. After hearing him describe everything he had to do to my arm, I'm almost grateful he dosed me with a little laudanum without my knowledge. Almost. Because I was mostly unconscious, Walker was able to extract two more slivers of wood without issue. They were still embedded in my arm from last night. Not removing the splinters would have certainly caused an infection. If he had offered the laudanum, I more than likely would have refused it and when the time came to dig around in my arm, I probabl
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“I removed it from your bag and secured it in a safe location.”Closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, I mentally counted down from ten before responding. “Walker—, I appreciate everything you've done for me. Really I do. Even if some of the ways you aided me today were unconventional and disturbing at times. With that said, taking and hiding my gun from me is way out of line. Please—, give it back. Now.”“No.” Walker responds immediately, stone faced.Jumping to my feet at the edge of the bed, I can't contain my fury and shout at this absurd, domineering man! “Why the fuck not? I don't see my knives either! That's my property!”Crossing his arms over his chest again, Walker's face is impassive and his voice clipped. “I'll return them when you're able to leave. Until then, they'll remain secured in the location I've placed them in.”“Ugh!” I growl, stomping my foot and throwing my hands in the air. “I have no way of defending myself now! You've left me helpless.”Walker scoffs. “What in
Last Updated : 2024-10-15Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Two
As I stroll down the long, grand hallway behind Walker, having quickly washed up, I can't help but marvel at the luxurious finishes and exquisite, nearly life-size oil paintings. These artworks are surrounded by beautifully carved wooden frames gilded in gold leaf, which adorn the walls. Most of the paintings depict individuals, while others portray families. “Are these your family?” I wonder aloud as I stop in front of a portrait of a serious but handsome middle-aged man. His features closely resemble Walker's, except for the streaks of gray in his sideburns and the hair above his ears, along with his chocolate brown eyes. Walker stands beside me, hands clasped behind his back, staring intently at the portrait. He exhales sharply, and his lips are tight. “Yes, these are my relatives on my father's side. This one is a portrait of my father, which he commissioned shortly after coming to America.” “Oh,” I respond quietly, sensing from Walker that this may be a touchy subject, and de
Last Updated : 2024-10-25Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Three
What am I doing? What is she doing? I’ve never had relations with another woman besides my Annabelle. She was my one and only. My Anam Chara, as spoken in the old language.Leslie, who bears a striking resemblance to Annabelle yet is nothing like her, is trying to seduce me, and by God, it’s working. She’s absolutely gorgeous, and it’s been so long since I’ve felt the softness and warmth of a woman. I know she wants to leave as soon as possible, which is understandable. Perhaps, however, I can allow myself to give in just this once…I want to feel something—anything other than anger, hate, and despair. A dark part of me is curious about how far I could push her and what she might be willing to do. I don't believe her initial intention was to exchange her body for her gun; it seems more like she was trying to manipulate me. However, it’s clear that the wine has loosened both her mind and her inhibitions.The words that just came out of her luscious mouth practically drove me to yank he
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Four
I've never been so aroused and terrified at the same time in all of my life. His large, powerful hand around my throat was terrifying. The one that was thoroughly working between my legs at the same time, launched me up and over the moon. Repeatedly. The two emotions combined however gave rise to levels of pleasure I didn't know existed. The possessive manhandling I’m receiving is something I've never experienced and am oddly loving and wanting more of. It's unmistakable that Walker is the head conductor of his sexual interactions.During our previous episode moments ago, Walker grabbed, pulled, moved and instructed me on where and however he wanted me.“Lye back.” He whispered, nipping at my earlobe and before I fully had a chance to respond, both of his hands were grabbing my hips, tugging me to the very edge of the counter. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me, pulling my legs over his shoulders and kissed a heated trail from my navel down to my throbbing bundle of nerves b
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“Roland!” The cloaked figure ahead of me roars, striding towards us. I notice after watching him take a few steps towards the boogie man and me, there's a stagger to his determined gait. His body sways stiffly from side to side. It's the behavior of a person who is severely intoxicated and is attempting to hide it. Even with me being in such a hazardous situation, I cannot help the resulting dramatic eye-roll upon witnessing this man's failure to hide how stinking drunk he is.I'm all too familiar with that out-of-sync, stumbling saunter like the back of my hand. No thanks to Randy coming home night after night, promising me as he swayed, that he only had three beers. Hilariously failing to look me straight in the eye with that stupid, slackened smile plastered on his face. I clearly remember the effort it took him to force himself to not drunkenly stumble around or fall flat on his face. “Stop this foolish nonsense at once! She doesn’t understand. You’re frightening her!” The enc
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“Yes, it's me. I'm ok, really.” I blurt out, wanting more than anything to sob and jump up and down with relief. Inhaling a deep breath trying to calm myself, I halt at the edge of the woods, not taking a chance of losing signal by continuing inside.“What happened? Where are you?” Randy urges. I can hear the suppressed strain in his voice of him struggling to keep his nerves and emotions under control. I know he’s trying to keep me calm and collected. He always did in scary situations.“I planned on hiking to Sergeant's Peak before becoming lost. I don't know exactly where I'm at. I got turned around during a freak rainstorm, ran for my life, then tripped and tumbled down a steep hillside…”“Thank everything good and great that you are ok!” Randy exclaims in relief.“Kyra called me in hysterics saying you were supposed to be back by morning after you never showed or called. We've been contacting the park rangers and police just for them to tell us to fill out a missing persons report
Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Nine
A scuffling sound from behind me drags me out of my miserable, drunken reminiscing. I didn’t need to turn around to see if anyone was behind me, I already knew who was there. The unique, aromatic combination of leather and smoke, with a sharp tinge of copper, was always a dead giveaway.“Ye didn’t tell me we had an unexpected visitor.” I didn’t miss or acknowledge the note of irritation in his steely, rhythmic voice. Since he was a young child, he had picked up on our father's lilting Scottish accent more than I did. Along with the Scottish Gaelic my father frequently spoke in, the wicked bastard knowing full well my mother struggled to understand it. She spoke fluent Irish Gaelic, and lovingly taught both of us, resulting in my brother and I being able to speak and read both of the ancient languages.“She’s leaving soon anyway. Got lost in the woods and needed some caring for is all.” I stated, trying to sound bored and not slur my words worse than I already was. Reac
Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Eight
Gripping the wooden knob of the awl hard enough to make the joints in my hands ache, I release a frustrated growl and launch it across the workshop in the basement. Bouncing off a stone wall, it lands with a banging clatter, near the other two I've already hurled in that direction. Slumping down in the wood, swiveling work chair, I scrub my hand over my face and pinch my brow, closing my eyes and wishing this damn headache would let up.My other arm hangs slack over the armrest as I slouch further down into the chair, completely uninterested and unable to focus on finishing these orders. Straining and failing to keep my thoughts off of the breathtaking, alluring woman who I treated worse than a mangy dog and hastily walked out on, behaving as if I couldn't get away from her fast enough not even an hour ago. There was zero provocation from her to spur my awful behavior.That's what I tried convincing myself of at first anyway in a cowardly attempt to stave off the
Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Seven
I knew it was still raining earlier today and at one point was willing to take my chances with navigating the weather and nightfall, as opposed to spending another second in this creepy hellhole. Witnessing the weather happening before me right now doesn't have a name as far as I know. It can't be described as rain, pouring, torrential downpours, or even relating this to a monsoon is being too nice. Standing inside the doorway, gaping with my arms slack at my sides, the tiny scraps of hope I desperately clutched onto have washed away in the white squall of water pounding the flooded earth from the sky. I've lived in Maine my entire life and have never witnessed precipitation that is so extreme and violent. The unforgiving, frigid nor'easter blizzards that blow in off the Atlantic during winter pales in comparison to this drowning monstrosity. Sinking to my knees, I slid the backpack off my shoulders, digging through it for an extra hoodie and the waterproof, flannel-lined hooded ponc
Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Six
I waited for what felt like eons for a response from Walker. For anything from him. My heart dropped to the floor, however watching him stare at me as that damn mask of cold indifference he normally wore slid down over his face. He stood abruptly and headed for the door, unaware of or not caring that he had stomped on and ruptured my bleeding heart, thumping away rapidly out in the open on the floor in front of me.With his back to me, Walker snatches his shirt off the back of the leather wingback chair, and pauses, not bothering to turn around and look at me.“I’ll be working downstairs and would like to remain undisturbed unless there's something you may desperately require.” He states coolly and strides out of the room, shutting the door hastily behind him.There’s a flurry of thoughts and emotions racing through me. I’m shaking from my head to my toes with volcanic anger and confused hurt. Trying to stop my bottom lip from quivering, I give up and allow it, along with the cascade o
Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Five
After a relaxing, passive cuddle session full of kissing, lazy caressing, discovering each other's bodies and more fooling around, Walker was beyond reluctant to climb out of bed and get dressed. I felt the same about him leaving the bed as well. Tugging his trousers back on, and facing me, he glimpses at me and smiles. The beauty of that devastating smile is yin and yang compared to his usual, brooding demeanor. "Feel free to stay here and rest for as long as you like, or you can explore the manor if you prefer. Just please avoid the East wing; it's closed off and locked due to disuse and renovations. I have a few tasks I need to complete and package in the shop below, or they won't be finished on time."Standing next to me at the side of the bed, he smirks and reaches behind his back, his eyes shining with mischief. He pulls out something from his waistband: my pistol, which is usually secured in the leather holster I keep tucked inside my pants or purse.Laying in bed on my side, e
Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Four
I've never been so aroused and terrified at the same time in all of my life. His large, powerful hand around my throat was terrifying. The one that was thoroughly working between my legs at the same time, launched me up and over the moon. Repeatedly. The two emotions combined however gave rise to levels of pleasure I didn't know existed. The possessive manhandling I’m receiving is something I've never experienced and am oddly loving and wanting more of. It's unmistakable that Walker is the head conductor of his sexual interactions.During our previous episode moments ago, Walker grabbed, pulled, moved and instructed me on where and however he wanted me.“Lye back.” He whispered, nipping at my earlobe and before I fully had a chance to respond, both of his hands were grabbing my hips, tugging me to the very edge of the counter. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me, pulling my legs over his shoulders and kissed a heated trail from my navel down to my throbbing bundle of nerves b
Hunting for Midnight Chapter Twenty Three
What am I doing? What is she doing? I’ve never had relations with another woman besides my Annabelle. She was my one and only. My Anam Chara, as spoken in the old language.Leslie, who bears a striking resemblance to Annabelle yet is nothing like her, is trying to seduce me, and by God, it’s working. She’s absolutely gorgeous, and it’s been so long since I’ve felt the softness and warmth of a woman. I know she wants to leave as soon as possible, which is understandable. Perhaps, however, I can allow myself to give in just this once…I want to feel something—anything other than anger, hate, and despair. A dark part of me is curious about how far I could push her and what she might be willing to do. I don't believe her initial intention was to exchange her body for her gun; it seems more like she was trying to manipulate me. However, it’s clear that the wine has loosened both her mind and her inhibitions.The words that just came out of her luscious mouth practically drove me to yank he
