He attaches a chain to my collar and I hiss at him as he tugs on it, laughing like this is some sort of game. He leads me outside, where the dying rays of sunlight are seeping into the horizon, coloring the sky in a rich, dark red.

"What are you doing?" I demand.

"You know, there’s a folklore here that says demons come out to play after dusk. I’m just keeping up traditions.”

I don’t know where this going, but I don’t like it, not one bit. “Jas…no.”

“Yes.” He tugs me again, causing me to yelp. “You're going to run for it.”

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I fucking said so." He forces me to my knees and tugs on my leash while I stare up at him with hate-filled eyes. "Run and hide, Petal. If you return to the house before I catch you, you win, and I'll take you back to the States and your precious cats."

Hope flares in my chest, but I ask, "What if you catch me?"

“I'm going to fuck your ass and take your last virgin hole for myself, Petal. After that, you’ll stay with me, where you fucking belong, and you’ll be a good little Pet."

He unclips the chain from my collar.

"But you can shock me at any second." I tug on the stupid collar. "Doesn't seem fair to me."

"Nobody said it was going to be fair." He smirks. "I'm giving you a sixty-second head start. Aren't I nice?"

Nice, my ass.

Before I can say anything, he starts counting. I scramble to my feet. I'm naked, fucking naked, it's going to get cold, and I'm in a place, a country, I don’t recognize. I don't even have any shoes on.

Jas watches with delight, continuing to count with a sadistic gleam in his icy eyes.

I’m going to catch you, fuck you, own you. Those eyes say without a word.

Not if I run. I scream back with my eyes and set off foe the forest.

My legs take control I keep running until the sound of him counting down finally fades away.

He's living out another one of my fantasies.

I flatten my back against a tree, swallowing a cry as I remember the exact video. Two girls, kidnapped on a camping trip, hunted down by a man who hurts them both.

I'd gotten off so many times to that video. Now, it was time to experience the real thing.

Footsteps come from behind me and I force myself to breathe as quietly as possible. Fuck. He can't find me. I want to go home.

Or do I?

Once again, Jas is fucking with my head, and I don't know whether I love it or hate it.

I wait for the sound of his footsteps to fade away before taking off in the other direction.

As my feet repeatedly hit the ground, scraping against the twigs and fallen leaves, the first real smile I've had graces my lips.

He's giving me exactly what I want.

And I might be giving him what he needs.

He catches me. He catches me not.

TO BE CONTINUED