Three: In The Psycho’s Den

SCARLETT

I didn’t want to go. I thought about what would happen if I didn’t, I thought of what would happen if he should reveal the contents of the journal to everyone. I thought of telling Aiden and asking for his help in catching whoever was blackmailing me with my journal but that’d mean my brother knew that dark side about me and I didn’t…

It’d kill me to have him know that about me. He has always seen me as his princess, as a sheltered princess who loves sunsets and parks and candies, he didn’t have to know that I was messed up in the head.

That I was so screwed up that the only thing that gets me was fantasizing about having deranged and wicked things done to me in the name of sex.

So here I was, ringing the doorbell of the address that Psycho had given me. I had no idea what I was walking into, I had no idea who he was… I was aware of the stakes and danger here.

He could be a psycho, he could hurt me greatly, he could kill me…

The door opened and my hand instinctively tightened around my bag. The bag contained pepper sprays, pen knives, hammer, and stone. I was already stupid enough to come here. I’d be more stupid to come here without anything to defend myself.

You’re already stupid coming here at all.

I stepped in cautiously, my hand reaching into the bag and grabbing the pepper spray, half expecting someone or a group of people to appear from nowhere but where I stepped into, a clean monochrome sitting room that looked like it belonged to a rich guy just like the area suggested was devoid of life.

“Hello oo,” I called out, my voice echoing and bouncing off the walls.

Nobody replied to me and suddenly, it looked like no one was there. Whirling around the black and white sitting room, I suddenly realized how utterly stupid I was coming here. I don’t even know who he was, I don’t know what he was capable of and yet, here I was, in a possibly serial killer’s den because of a stupid journal.

I turned back and started for the door. It clamped shut just before I could it and right before my eyes, the keys turned automatically, locking me in.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was locked up in a stranger’s house. No one knew I was here. Anything could happen to me here and no one, no one would know.

“Getting cold feet already?”

The self-absolved and proud voice that sounded disturbingly familiar filled the room and I turned around to see him- with a mask covering half of his face staring down at me from the top of the stairs.

My mouth grew shamelessly dry and my eyes developed a mind of their own as they decided to shamelessly ogle the specimen in front of me.

Despite the situation we were in, he was disturbingly hot. His black pants hung low on his lip and he didn’t even bother with a shirt. I stared at his bare chest, at the bound muscles and biceps, and o found myself swallowing as sinful thoughts filled my head.

Thoughts that I shouldn’t be having about this stranger who was blackmailing.

I’ve fantasized a lot, I’ve craved a thousand sexual escapades but no male has ever been the object of my fantasies. Aiden’s friends, the guards, and men that were all over our house… I’ve always wanted things done to me but I’ve never wanted anyone to do them to me.

Until this stranger that was blackmailing me.

How could I… Was I really so fucked in the head that the prospect of doing something with this stranger was so erotic that I could feel myself getting turned on?

God! I definitely needed to check myself into a psychiatric hospital. I wasn’t alright. I couldn’t be alright with having thoughts and wants like this.

“I’m here now, you said you’d return my journal if I show up here so please return it.”

The corners of his lips curved into a devious smirk, “I never said I’d give you after you showed up here.”

“Then what did…”

“Follow me.”

He didn’t wait for me to reply before he turned on his heels and started to walk down a row of doors. I stood there, contemplating on what I should do but I knew that whatever I did or did not do, I’d not leave here without my journal.

So I followed him, one hesitant step after the other.

Tied up, fingered, toyed with, and eaten out by a masked stranger in his house till I was a screaming mess, till orgasms chased after each other, till I was a boneless mess, till I passed out from intense pleasure.

My thighs instinctively clenched together and even though I could feel myself getting wet down there, I hated myself, hated that I was having this reaction to a total stranger who could be out for my blood.

But you wanted a total stranger to be the one to make you cum multiple times while you’re tied up, gagged, and blindfolded.

He stepped in front of a door, pushed it open, and beckoned for me to enter.

Bullshit.

“Who are you?” I asked in a tired voice, “And why are you doing this?”

He leaned against the door frame, his strong hands crossing against his chest and I couldn’t help the involuntary dip that my eyes did.

This stranger was sinfully and disturbingly hot.

“What am I doing?” He asked in a bored tone, “You’re the one who said you’d do anything. I’m just honoring your request.”

I couldn’t see his eyes and expression behind the red mask he had on but I had an inkling that he was mocking me.

“By anything, I did not mean…”

“Get in, Scarlett,” there was a harsh command in his tone, one that propelled my feet to move before I could process his command.

He entered after me and slammed the door shut.

Now I was scared, I could feel my palms getting clammy, could feel my heart beating so wildly like it’d fall out of my chest.

But there was also the exhilaration, the excitement thumping through my veins, the prospect of living out my weirdest fantasy and…

I had once signed up on a sex site when I couldn’t bear the ache and want that was so visceral that I couldn't function properly. I couldn't go along with it. I was already in front of the hotel where I was to meet the partner whose kinks had matched mine when I realized how stupid and dumb I was. My father wouldn't hesitate to put a hole in my head if he knew that his precious daughter had almost met up with a total stranger.

But now... I was in a dark room, completely dark except for a dull red bulb at the corner of the room, with a total stranger and my heart was thumping so wildly, both out of anticipation and fear.

My eyes swept across the room, taking in the handcuffs, the ropes, the whips, the balls, and gags hanging on the wall and I found myself swallowing.

“Are you that excited?” the stranger asked me but his voice wasn't as cold as it had been earlier, it was now soft, velvety even that I felt it trail up my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

And then, he wasn't beside me again, he was in front of me, roughly pushing me against the wall and his hand closing in around my neck.

“What are you...”

The words died in my throat when his hold tightened around my neck while his thumb started moving in a small caress over the sensitive skin of my neck and it took everything in me not to moan at how pleasurable it was.

It felt so good, so intense and I've been so starved... I've always been starved and right now, I wanted nothing but to be ravaged and exploited and treated like a whore.

I wanted... no, needed it so much that it hurt.

The rational part of my mind knew this was wrong, that this was messed up, that this was a stranger who could have a camera hidden anywhere in this house but for once in my life, I wanted to do what I really wanted.