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queenbees21 · 1 year

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Day one — ʀᴇᴅ: ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴅᴇᴋᴜ; ᴍʏ oɹǝɥ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ

Here’s the list prompts <3 ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ❤︎ , ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ★?

Villain Deku chooses! ➢ ★

⚠️Warning! : Grammar errors, Not proofread, Yandere deku, Ooc Deku, pervy! + possessive Deku, kidnapping - slight dark content - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/n : these little prompts might be a little short, but I’ll try to make them last longer! 🙇‍♀️

[February 12, 2023 __ 11:45 PM ]

“Alright, I heading out now!” You called out to your co-worker. They waves their hand goodbye with a “Safe travels,” as they processed to clean the countertops of the bar.

You head out the door of the club; swinging it open and walked down the hall while tracking your bus. As you waited for its arrival, you hadn’t noticed two pairs of emerald orbs watching you.

[February 12, 2023 __ 11:56 PM ]

You, softy, closed your door to your apartment complex while shrugging off your coat. You place it in the coat rack and walk to your dark kitchen. Throwing your keys on the island and switching on the light, although; as you did, you didn’t notice the company that was making it—himself comfortable in your chair. “Welcome home precious girl~”

You shudder in fear but kept your brave face on, “what are you doing here.” You mostly stated and then asked a general question…

He chuckled playfully but it sounded dark from afar, he place his foot down for he had it across his leg, stood up; walking towards you. You suddenly felt small compared to him and, as always he wasn’t giving you any personal space; whatsoever.

He gazes down at you with an unreadable expression. He just stood close doing nothing, no sudden movements were made. You gasped in surprise as he swiftly pulls you close to him and lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder.

You felt your face heating up and tried to kick your way out of his arms. He struggles to handle you, as you kicked and tried to punch your way out of his grasp, although; that soon stopped when you suddenly felt a smack against your thigh.

Now you are pissed off and at the same time flushed. You curse Deku out in your native language and still processed to smack and kick him in his back, and again it did nothing to prevent him from holding you still.

You suddenly felt the fresh breeze of the wind of the night and heard the slam of a door, ‘He’s kidnapping me!!’

Deku again opens another door and throws you in the passenger seat of a car, as he struggles to put on your seatbelt.“Help Me! he-mph!!” He covers your mouth and swiftly closes the door preventing you from escaping. Before he left, he turned on the cars AC. As you try to open it, it only made a taping sound…. ‘Child lock’.

He somehow managed to get the door to close and looks towards your… co-worker! at the bar!! They both talked for a little while, you only heard mumbling. Their noises drifted off, you heard nothing... Deku paid the said co-worker and shooed them away.

….. Then realization came crashing down…Your co-worker… It’s no wonder now, how Deku found out where you lived; it’s simple really. Your so-called “loyal” co-worker, rat you out and yet in the end he’ll be the one to get punished...

Deku hates tattletales…

But before you can think of anymore about this hectic situation. You suddenly felt dizzy, tired, and can feel an incoming headache arrive- wait.…

The.. air… AC…

Dame it…

[February 13, 2023 __ 1:30 PM ]

Red

Red is… I see red…

All I see is.. red

But revenge is best served… cold

“ Aw Baby girl no need to worry about me~ it’s just a little paint~” he once said

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You wake up with chills running down your spine. You panted in fear, quickly you stood up from the bed. Wait? bed? You hastily looked around; trying to remember where you were.

Air..

Of course, Deku must have put chloroform in the AC! That’s dame bastard! dame him and his clever schemes! You wanted to bang your head for not thinking straight or even way around that situation.

As you were contemplating with yourself, you hadn’t noticed a certain presence; watching think to yourself. He smirks, but how can he not? When he has a beautiful angel in his bed.

“Good morning Precious~ or should I say afternoon instead,”

Oh my goodness, No.

“Stopping calling me that! And no it’s not a good morning or afternoon or whatever is it!” You slipped your legs off the comfort of the warm bed and met the cool air, breezing your exposed legs.

“It’s afternoon baby,”

“Whatever!” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your head to the side. As you did Deku just gazes at the soft skin of your neck, and without thinking he leans towards your neck peppering kisses down your neck. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden contact, feeling your eyes get slightly droopy and you breathed out a shaky sigh.

You tried your best, not to let any sort of noises that might make him feel ‘accomplished’. Well rather it was noise or whatever, if he was able to get you to squirm a little then he’s done his job right.

Deku hums against your neck as he pulls you close to his body. He slowly but surely, wrapped his arms around your waist; bringing you close and sitting on his lap.

He felt warm against you. You slowly wrap your arms around his muscular frame. Or at least tried to, for the palm of your hands reaches up to his spin; trying hard not to fall; although, Deku has prevented that from happening.

He held you with caution, and for a spilt second, it almost felt like he cared but, it was only for a mere moment.

For some reason, in the back of your head; you knew this was wrong. You knew you had to stop but you couldn’t, you knew you had to let go, although; he didn’t let you. You knew and yet neither one of you, not even for a mere moment, let go of one other.

There is no guarantee that you might one day, up run and leave Deku again, like last time. From now on he’ll make sure you never leave. He’ll make you, that you only look at him, seek Him, love him, and no one else. He’ll make sure of it.

As you both pull away for a breath, you panting for air. Deku places his forehead against yours as he rubs his nose with your own. He smirks at your flushed features, and he quickly kisses you once more but pulls away just quickly before he loses it again.

Red is what he sees in both your futures, although; it won’t be red of the drips of blood; within the palm of his hands, the blood of his enemies.

No, it’ll be the red roses in the garden, with you dressed in white. With the red rose on the crown of your hair. Ready to be wed, and red petals placed everywhere on the bed only. Yes. Thats the red he’ll be looking forward to.

A/n: Sorry if it’s short! And weird 💀 but I thought this was cute (kinda) and it’s been on my mind for a while, and I couldn’t figure out how to end this without leaving it in a awkward position… But with that being said,

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demonshauntingthedoves · 7 months

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Crime of Passion [kinktober special]

Crime of Passion : A murder committed in the heat of moment without aiming to actually do it. In other words, to kill a partner under a strong emotional impulse during sex.

Summary : They say it's done in the "heat of passion" without a clear intent to truly commit the crime. And you did it too. Only you did strongly intent and prepared to do it.

Pairing : Husband!jungkook x female reader

Genre : Erotica, Eventual Yandere!

Warnings : Sexual and Yandere themes, dom!fc, dom!jk, lot of edgeplay, blowjob, use of aphrodisiacs, penetrative sex, praising kink, spanking, nipple play, infidelity, murder, torture, fc is crazy at the end but smart to (witch laugh).

WordCount : 1980+

With a pop you let go of his dick.You leaned back panting heavily and looked up at Jungkook through your long lashes. You rubbed the corners of your mouth with the back of your gloved hand, wiping the remaining beads of cum you failed to swallow. A sultry grin bloomed on your face as you glided your hands up his thighs again whilst batting your kitten-like-eyes at your husband who was sprawled out on the leather couch. From your bent position, you kissed the way up his knee and thigh and then quickly pecked the swollen head of his cock which still begged for your attention despite receiving full treatment of warm mouth moments ago.

“Don’t tease me! Just get over here and get it done with!" Jungkook hissed at the sensation. His hooded eyes raking your cleavage as your chemise hung low over your chest.

You rolled your eyes but crawled on him and licked a strip up his throat like a starved kitten. He threw his head back and let out a heavy puff of smoke from the thick cigar in his hand. You dragged your wet plump lips over his Adam's apple which bobbed, feeling your hips grind on him.

"Ahh!..Jungkook." You gasped and purred when you felt your core painfully ghosting over his cockhead which was ready to slide in.

“Don’t torture me, Y/n. Just let me in!” He growled lazily and smacked your ass.

But you wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible. You didn’t take so much effort just to rush everything.You wanted to make it slow and sensual, almost transcendental.

Your barely covered skin glowed in the golden glaze of the scented candles. The low tune of vinile drowned in the melodies of your moans and his groans as you humped on him. You didn't let him enter you. You wanted to edge him. You rolled your ass sexily and bit hard on your lower lip feeling the rough fabric of his trousers; which you had pulled open in haste; scratch your inner thighs due to continuous friction.

Your hand slid up into his lustrous hair like a quiet snake and pulled his head to dive in a kiss which turned desperate when he leaned in. Loud smooches and smacks echoed in the dimly lit room. He grabbed your lace cladded ass and smacked it, then he dug his fingers through them to reach your core. You gasped and hid your head in the croon of his sweaty neck. You kissed the mole on his honey skin and moaned loudly in his ear when he pinched your labia.

“Now you see Y/n, hmm? Dont play with me!” His rum-tinged breath send tingles down your ear.

You sighed and abruptly stood up. His brows furrowed when he didn't feel you doing what he said and opened his hazy eyes wide.You were just standing there with your hands on your hips. He enamored at the glory of you adorned in a deep burgundy coloured lingerie. Your honey skin glimmered through the dark berry chemise as your ears shimmered with the purple diamonds. Your baby hair was tucked out of your lazily tied bun and your round breast heaved up and down. And the gloves, he absolutely loved when you played the princess. Your tiny hands tucked in the velvet gloves. You could kill with that look.

You were a rare jewel, the black rose in the colourful ones. You were a temptress. His temptress.

“Fuck sweet thing! You look drop dead gorgeous. Gonna kill me?!!”

"Hmm, I might be plotting" You playfully muttered.

It was times like this, when he knew you wished to take the lead. He could feel the exhilaration when you had aggressively pulled his collar and pushed him on the couch just to give him the best blowjob of his life. You wanted to have it your way. And he absolutely loved it. He might as well let you.

But not now when you looked like a goddess he wanted to worship. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. He needed to ravage this fierce beauty of yours. So he pulled you by your hips and cupped your chin to slam his hungry mouth to yours.

His desperate hands traced every curve and crevice of your body.He picked you up and placed you on the bed whilst he undid the buttons of his floral shirt. By that time, you were already on your hands and knees, offering the perfect sight of your perked up ass on the edge of the bed. Like this, he could easily plummet his cock inside you but what is the fun in that.

He'd like to play the edging game as well.

He harshly tore away the lace near your core and bowed down to latch on your pussy from behind. His fingers dug in your plush skin of your buttcheeks and smacked them while his tongue ravaged your dripping rose. The staccato of your ohs and ahs echoed around the four poster bed as he had your delicacy.

"You have the sweetest rose I've ever tasted."

You smirked in satisfaction that the viagra you had slipped in his rum was kicking in. But the moment you started to tremble, he stopped his ministration, only to climb on top of you and remove the rest of lace covering your shining skin.

You buried your face in the silk sheets when you felt his cockhead nugging at your hole. A pleasure induced moan slipped out of you as he thrusted all the way in one go. The rest of your pleas were muffled as he jackhammered into you. Your body jerked forward with every swift move of his hips pistoning into you.

"So good for me, Y/n, o-oh my goddess!!"

The sheets were wet with amount of your drool leaving your gasping mouth. He was really fucking you good and sexy. You let him take his time, take all the time he had left.

Just when you thought he was about to cum, you crawled away from under him as he grunted loudly. You turned around pushing the hair that stuck your sticky forehead.

"It's my game. I started it and might as well finish it." You said between your panting.

Your fierce eyes pierced through his blown out once. He surrendered to you.

As you busied yourself to remove his shirt and pants completely. He slapped your pussy out of frustration and pumped his fingers into you out of anticipation.

He bare back hit the mattress as you straddled him. You didn't miss a beat between settling on his erect length and rolling on him tortuously slow.

"You're going to be the death of me,Y/n"

He growled looking at your naked figure on top of him. You hair messily fell down and draped on your chest.The only chlothing remaining on you were the gloves which rested on his buffed chest for support. You looked so pretty only in them. But he could still fell the edges of your sharp nails through the velvet gloves as you hopped on him. It was then, that you could get your words out.

"O-ohh, am I?!! Tell me you'd die for this pussy?!!"

You asked him as you slided all your hair back, revealing your nipples to him.

"No question, I'd die for it. For you!!!"

He fingers reached up to touch and twik your nipples. Your breath staggered from the pleasure booster as you began to bounce on his cock.

"So you'll die for me, right?"

Your hand clutched the thick column of his neck testing his waters. You pressed on his throat firmly as you felt your high approaching.

"Yes - f-fuck-ing -yes!!!" Jungkook stuttered and held your wrist with one hand and pinched your clit with the other.

You moves faltered and became sloppy as you glared at the fucked out face of Jungkook.

"So if you die, you'd be pleased to die with the sight of me on your cock, right? You'd want nobody but me ??!!"

Something flashed in Jungkook's hazy eyes as he grasped your hipbones tightly and titered,

"Ofcourse, sweet thing. Why would I want anybody but you?"

Liar

You tightened your grip on his throat as you rolled your ass on his abdomen.

And on queue, he started to thrust up in you, as if to prove his point or distract you from yours. You gasped in surprise and leaned forward on his chest. It took some more thrust for you to come undone.

You trembling body fell on him. His nose brushed yours, as you both stared in each other's eyes. Weary breaths feathering your faces. Your face softened as you looked at his loved filled eyes. But you could always see through the curtains of feign-what truly hid behind them.

You leaned back and resumed your movements. Your one hand still intact on his neck. You thought and thought twice.

His eyes fluttered to the cinnabar mole on the side of your chin.

Jungkook groaned again close to the edge. You touched the taunting cinnabar mole with the other hand. And smiled at the realisation.

So just because she had the exact same mole as you, he considered fucking her.

She was a washer brought to you. A poor but starry eyed girl. Her coily hair smelled of oakwood and detergents. That was the second thing you had noticed about her. The first thing was her mole which mirrored yours. You had smiled and welcomed her impressed by that only one feature of hers.

You should have known that you wouldn't be the only one to be impressed by that one feature of hers.

Your intuitions were gnawing at you the one time you'd sniffed the scent of oakwood coming from not only his clothes but his skin.

You were suspicious for days until one day you went into his study to offer him tea, only to be greeted by the smell of soaps.

But nothing phased you more than the instance when you caught her sniffing his clothes from the pile in hamper.

It unnerved you -the fact that they were romanticising behind your back but what devastated you was- the fact they thought you were stupid enough to not know and not do anything.

It wasn't much to fault the poor girl, she had her little piece of torture. You only scrubbed her eyes with the detergent and made sure she would never be able to see the morning sun again. She didn't know what were you capable of.

But that couldn't be quite said about your beloved husband. He knew what a fierce woman you were. If one span of your hips could make men fall on your toes, then one snap of your knife could make their heads fall too. And maybe he forget that.

You'd would love to remind him that for once and all.

"Nobody but me. But why do I feel you forgot that for some time now, hmm?"

Jungkook stiffened under you as you gyrated your hips on his. His aroused face turned into one of fright.

"W-what are you talking about Y/n?"

His hand caught yours which was heavily pressing on his pulse.

"So you would love to die with me on your cock, wouldn't you?" You asked him again.

When you looked at him with darkened feline eyes, Jungkook's face fell. He shivered from overstimulation and culpability.

"You said it would be your last wish!!!" Jungkook saw the crazy glint capture your eyes. You weren't playing anymore. This wasn't just a game anymore.

You placed your other hand on his throat and enveloped them tightly in a chockhold. After overcoming from shock and conflict, Jungkook clenched his jaw and tried to swat your hands away but failed due the lack of control he had in the daze of alcohol. His body was going numb. He couldn't even utter a word.

"Then die!!" You shouted at his face.

You pressed your thumb on pulse and strangled him. You chocked him with all your might.

It felt cathartic to punish him for his wrongdoings. He dared to betray you. Only to receive back all your bubbled up wrath and frustration like this.

He tried to undo your hands but nothing could stop you.

You breathe in.

His face went a deep shade of crimson. You could feel the loud throb of his pulse. You were there.

Until you no longer felt his pulse and his face unshed of all colours and went pale. You were done.

You breathe out.

You got up and wrapped yourself in the silk robe. You plopped down on the couch and took a hit from the cigar he threw. You puffed out dancing clouds of smoke looking at your dead husband. You gave him quite a lovely departure in the peach tapestries of silk you specially decorated for this occasion. Quite a heavenly departure for a person who ought to go to hell.

You slid the gloves out your hands and threw them in the fireplace. No one would doubt you now with no fingerprints. And even if anyone did, you'd simply cover it up under the Crime Of Passion.

A/N : Phew! Wanted to write something for this Kinktober and came up with this. I didn't actually select a single kink while writing this. But there's a tiny buffet of some common kinks. This story takes 360° turn from smut to murder.

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dianaisnice · 1 year

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A hairy problem (Yandere Werewolf X Reader)

“We have arrived at our destination. You must know that I don't come here often," the taxi driver talked to me, but he got no reply from me. A sad circumstance brought me back to my hometown. A small quiet village in the deepest forest. The village was surrounded by beautiful forests and mountains.

The driver stopped in front of my grandfather's house and kindly held the door open for me. I smiled at him gratefully, climbed out and immediately tucked a strand of hair behind my ear because a strong wind had blown through my hair and tangled my hair a bit. The taxi driver was a middle-aged man with black hair that had already started to gray. "What brings you here?" he asked me a question. Did he expect an honest answer from me?

With a sad expression I looked at the building in front of me and sighed deeply. The house wasn't very big, but it consisted of two floors and was mainly decorated in shades of brown. A small porch made the house visually cozier. There was even a rocking chair on the porch and next to it a small table and two chairs were placed neatly in front of it. The plants that were standing around here weren't in good shape. Either they were withered, or they grew out of the pots. Apparently, before his death, my grandfather had not found the strength to take care of his plants properly. He could at least have asked someone for help.

I didn't know what it looked like inside because I hadn't been to my grandfathers for several years. The last time it was during the summer holidays ten years ago.

“Unfortunately, my grandfather recently passed away. I inherited his fields and house,” I told the taxi driver, not taking my eyes off the house. The taxi driver heaved my two suitcases out of the trunk and placed them next to me. "My condolences," he announced, getting back in his car and pulling away from the driveway. I broke my sight of the house and turned to the driver. I handed him the requested amount and a tip. "I wish you a pleasant day," I wished the driver and watched him drive away.

Then I grabbed one of the suitcases with both hands and pulled them behind me. I stopped in front of the entrance and rummaged around in my pocket looking for my house key. While I was searching, many thoughts spat around in my head. I thought a lot about my grandparents and parents. Of my beautiful childhood and my grandfather's funeral. After his death, I regretted not having come to visit him, or at least calling him regularly. For days I cried my eyes out, and as a result I neglected my work and lost my job because of an allegation.

After a while of searching, I finally found it and got it out. With a trembling finger it was not easy to get the key in the corresponding hole. Stupidly, the key fell out of my hand and landed on the floor with a loud thud. "Fucking shit," I swore out loud, stamping a foot on the wooden floor in annoyance. "It always has to happen to me," I grumbled to myself, not exactly in a good mood. Rolling my eyes, I bent down to pick up the key, but then another hand got there first and snatched my key from under my nose.

I looked up in surprise and saw warm brown eyes. He had a twinkle in his eyes that I just couldn't place. That pair of eyes belonged to a handsome man. He was at least two heads taller than me and had a muscular build. He also had brown shaggy hair, which looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

He stood up normally, as did I. "Well, new here?" he asked me curiously and handed me the key with a friendly smile. I smiled back and stared at him openly as I took the key from him. Now he looked at me with two raised eyebrows and waited for an answer from me. "Uh yeah... I sort of am," I replied and finally put the key in the keyhole.

The man has crossed his muscular arms across his broad chest and casually leaned his shoulder against the wall. His proximity made me nervous. I don't know if I should make it up as positive or negative. Nevertheless, I wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible because I finally wanted some peace and quiet after the exhausting journey. Also, I haven't really come to terms with the loss of my grandfather, so I'd like to hide inside. Hopefully I don't have to sleep on the floor because my stuff won't arrive until tomorrow. I paid the movers a little extra to get my things over here as soon as possible.

“My grandfather lived here until he died. As a small child, I loved spending my time here,” I told him, and go through the good memories in my eyes. I pushed my suitcase very close to me and looked at the stranger with a slightly tilted head. "What brings you here?" I asked and opened the door a bit, but far enough that I could push my suitcase in and the man couldn't see in. My eyes twitched briefly inside the house, but I couldn't make out anything because it was dark. The setting sun will not provide light for long, because a few weeks ago it was autumn.

The strange man put his hand on the back of his head and smiled crookedly at me. "I heard that Mr. (L/N) has died and that his granddaughter is coming... That got me curious." There was sometimes a short pause between his words. He clearly wanted to say something else, but I didn't want to ask more. After all, it's none of my business.

“Besides, before he died, I helped him a lot in the fields and I took care of the animals a lot. So if you have any questions, feel free to contact me”, he continued speaking and looked at me intensely. "Uh thanks for the offer, but I'm not sure yet if I'll keep the farm or sell it," I shared my concerns with him. I gave him a friendly smile and pushed my hair back into place because a strong gust of wind had swept over us. My hair was thrown over my face so that it draped over my face like a curtain. "Not again," I muttered, annoyed by the wind.

Once I had my hair under control again, I looked under my lashes at the stranger. My eyes widened in shock because for a second, I thought the stranger's eyes were glowing golden. I shook my head in confusion. The man stood frozen, staring at me non-stop. I was starting to get uncomfortable with his looks, which is why I shifted from one foot to the other.

"Anyway. I would like to lie down. The way was exhausting”, I told him my decision. A loud yawn followed. I opened the door and stepped inside. I hadn't completely disappeared into the house but was standing under the door frame. "I wish you a nice evening. Maybe we'll see each other again”, I said goodbye without answering. With a soft sigh, I closed the door behind me.

Then I pushed the bar in front of the door and switched on the light with the switch next to the door. I stood in front of the door for a few seconds and listened intently into the silence. Waiting to see if the stranger will leave the property or not. Luckily, I heard his heavy footsteps go away. To be sure that he was gone, I went to the window in the kitchen, which was not far from the front door, pushed the curtains aside a little and peered out. I didn't see anyone standing behind the window anymore. The stranger was gone. He had disappeared very quickly, although he had been standing behind the closed door a few seconds before. Was it rude of me to just brush him off? If that's how it felt to me, next time I'll apologize to him.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned away from the window, grabbed my suitcase and rolled it behind me towards the stairs that lead to the first floor. The house consisted only of the ground floor and 1st floor. As I walked by, I saw that many items were no longer there because our relatives had snatched some away. Like some photos or precious objects like the piano in the corner of the living room, which my grandparents have had since my father's childhood. The rest was covered in dust, white paint was covering most of the furniture and spiders popped up here and there. Once again, I sighed deeply. Today was the day of the sigh, I realized. Surely it won't be the last time either, because later I'll have to do some cleaning. Disorder will surely await me at the top.

Arriving at the top, I immediately entered the first room, which my father and then I used to live in. The bathroom is opposite and next to it is my grandfather's room. Today I won't be looking in grandpa's room, but rather want to focus on my room, the kitchen and the bathroom. In no case do I want to sleep in a dusty bed or eat in a dirty kitchen. Luckily, I brought a sleeping bag where I'm forced to spend my first night tonight. First thing in the morning I'll drive into town and do some errands. Shopping and breakfast are part of it.

I left my suitcase next to the door. Then I turned on the light, pulled the white sheets off the bed, closet, and shelf, and tossed them in a corner without hesitation. I don't want to get a fright in the dark and mistake the upholstered piece of furniture for a ghost. Knowing myself, I will run away in terror in the dark and bump into something. Dust swirled up and filled my nostrils. Coughing, I waved my hand in front of my nose and had to pinch my nose with my hand because I could feel a sneeze coming up.

As I let my eyes wander around the room, I noticed that very little has changed here since my last visit. The only thing that has changed here are the curtains and bed sheets. I walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open as I wanted to open the window to let some fresh air in. I found the time to air out best in the evening. As soon as I opened the window, my eyes wandered to the forest.

My heart stopped for a moment as I saw golden eyes shining. A wolf's head poked out from between the bushes. Only because of the moon could I see the creatures. Without blinking, we engaged in a staring match. Who turned away first? - Of course, I do. "What am I thinking, staring a wolf in the eye?" I whispered to myself. My grandfather taught me one thing, and that is that you should never look a wild animal in the eye, because that would make you look provoke. I will stay away from the forest for now and if necessary, I will tell the hunter around here the existence of the wolf.

While airing the room, I left the room and ran into the bathroom. I tried to turn on the light, but unfortunately it didn't work. "Too bad," I muttered, pulling my phone out of my pocket and turning on the flashlight app. I put it on the sink cabinet and opened it. I rummaged around in the closet. Looking for cleaning supplies. I found what I was looking for. Unfortunately, there was no bucket here. It must have been in the shed outside, which I won't go to in the dark and because of the wolf. That's why I had no choice but to fill the sink. I was finally able to start cleaning. First I’ll do the bathroom and then my room. Only when the two rooms are clean will I go to bed.

Two hours later I stood in my room and wiped my sweaty forehead with the back of my hand. I turned off Spotify, which I left on the whole time I was cleaning. I like listening to music or an audio book while cleaning or cooking.

Back in my room I pulled my suitcase to the bed, put it on the floor and opened it. I fished my pajamas and sleeping bag out of it and laid both on my bed. Before I change clothes, I drew the curtains back to be on the safe side. I have no idea what strange creatures were hanging around outside. I put my favorite book out, which I have read several times. Before going to bed, I like to read in bed. I quickly swapped my everyday clothes for my pajamas and slipped into my sleeping bag.

I was suddenly shocked when I realized I forgot my other suitcase outside. Crap. shit shit! I hope my suitcase is still outside!

Groaning, I shrugged out of my sleeping bag, grabbed my phone, and pulled on socks. Certainly, I will not set foot on the dirty ground. Who knows what I might step on.

Downstairs I realized I forgot to turn off the light. I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand and shook my head at my own stupidity. I carefully crept to the front door and pulled it open very slowly. Just a crack. I peered out, looking in all directions. I wanted to make sure there was no outside threat. The wolf could look out the front door for easy prey and then ambush me at the nearest available one. Once I felt safe, I opened the door wide enough to squeeze through.

My eyes stopped at my suitcase, which luckily was still on the porch. Luckily the stranger didn't seem to care about my suitcase because he left it where it was. Relief spread through me.

Before I slipped through the door, to be on the safe side, I put my cell phone, keys and a small pocketknife in my pocket, which I saw on the dining table and grabbed as I walked past. Fortunately, I like to buy pajamas with pockets. In autumn, warm pajamas are the best choice anyway. When it comes to fight, I will fight back to the last breath.

As soon as I set foot in front of the front door, the cool air hit me immediately. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around my body and looked around again. The darkness just seemed overwhelming to me. Here and there I heard a rustling, or an owl. Fast as I could, I rushed with a few steps, a suitcase over and whether it was off the ground. I didn't find it funny. The wind or some wild animal must have knocked my suitcase over.

Suddenly, a loud growl sounds not far from me. The growl went through my marrow and leg. I remained frozen in my position and stared down at my suitcase. Immediately, my pulse quickened, and my heart pounded against my chest. I didn't dare lift my eyes for a second. After a few seconds I heard pounding footsteps coming towards me. Fear spread through me. Without wanting to, my body started shaking. I could hear my blood pounding behind my ears. My numbness didn't lessen but grew stronger as the animal approached. I didn't move my body an inch. I am far too afraid of an attack by the beast.

From the corner of my eye, I saw paws come to a stop in front of me. It stopped very close in front of me, the animal's warm breath hitting my head. Luckily my face was turned to the ground because I didn't want his breath in my face. I even held my breath in fear. I took a breath only after making sure I wouldn't startle it with a sudden movement and I would become its victim.

The animal growled again. This time I could practically feel it on my own body, as my body vibrated at its growl. Very slowly and silently, I lifted my head. If I'm going to die, I want to at least know what kind of animal it is. There was no way I wanted to leave the earth ignorant. My eyes got big as tennis balls. In front of me was the wolf from the forest earlier. Now that he was standing in front of me, I saw his full glory. The sight of him sent a shiver down my spine and my hair all over my body stood up. The wolf was as big as me! A wolf his size shouldn't exist! If he wanted to, he could kill me with one aimed bite or rip all my limbs off my body.

His head was getting closer and closer to mine, so I narrowed my eyes in fear and had to bite my lip to keep from sobbing. My hands got sweaty under the handle of the suitcase. I had to keep my hand around the handle so hard otherwise it would slip and hit the floor. This would then mean that the animal could see me as a danger and eliminate it. The animal's wet nose nudged my cheek lightly and let it slowly and painfully travel down my throat. He left a wet trail and only made my goosebumps even more noticeable. The cool night wind made contact with the wet skin.

The wolf stopped right at the hollow between my neck and shoulder. Surely, he could feel my pulse under his nose and smelling my fear. He sniffed it noisily. As if it couldn't get any worse, my throat was bombarded with the wolf's tongue. Tears rolled down my cheek and landed on the wolf's snout. My lips trembled under my teeth with the effort. I don’t want die. The wolf must have noticed, because he let go of me. He took a step away from me and looked me deep into my own (E/C) eyes with his golden eyes. Now I couldn't hold back my sobs and I started crying.

Once again, he approached me and licked my tear-stained cheek. I could even hear a faint whine. My eyes closed by themselves. "I-I don't want t-to die," I sobbed, looping through my head the whole time. I would have even found the leak action cute if it weren't for an oversized wolf. If I should get out of this situation alive, I will inform the responsible authorities about it. The hunters and the police should urgently do something about the animal. If not stopped, it will kill many people and animals.

As if sensing my fear of death, the animal took several steps away from me and the house and disappeared into the forest. It becomes one with the darkness.

I stayed like that for a few minutes, until I was sure that the wolf would not come back, I disappeared into the house with my suitcase. Inside, I locked all entrances and pulled the curtains so tight that the moon couldn't shine an inch. I then tiptoed to my room. This time I didn't use a light source to advance but used my hands to feel my surroundings. Rather, I only used one hand, with the other hand I pulled my suitcase behind me. Because of this, it took me a while to crawl into my sleeping bag.

The rest of the night was pure hell. First I couldn't fall asleep and then I had terrible nightmares. In my dream, the wolf tore me into a thousand pieces or chased me through the dark forest until it caught me and brutally killed me. After that I had had enough of the sheep and preferred to lie awake in the sleeping bag.

My back was against the bedpost and I held the pocket knife very close to me. My cell phone had given up the ghost and I didn't want to get the charger because I was too afraid to make a noise because the wolf had returned and was now lurking in front of my house. I didn't know whether it was on my tail or another victim caught his eyes. Even behind the drawn curtains I could see the outline of the animal. Unfortunately, I was stupid enough not to close the curtains before bed. Now the wolf could pick up my every little noise. Because with every noise I made, whether I chose a different position or just pushed a strand behind my ear. It was quiet outside at first, until a loud howl broke the silence. As if the wolf was calling me.

The next morning came very slowly, making the hours seem like an eternity. It's so hard for me to keep my eyes open. Even after the wolf disappeared a few hours ago, I didn't dare to close my eyes. The rising sun and the sounds of birds chirping didn't help me get tired. The fear that he could find a way into my room and tear my throat open with his sharp teeth was far too great.

Yawning, I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and put the pocket knife, which I didn't put down for a second, to the side on the bed. After a nightcap, I peeled myself out of my sleeping bag, gathered some fresh laundry and lazily disappeared into the bathroom. Slower than usual, I needed time for my morning routine, which included a quick visit to the toilet. Actually, the first thing I do when I get up is to go to the toilet. Then I got into the shower for a moment, put on fresh clothes, which consisted of a white sweater that reached over my buttocks. I pulled on black leggings and matching white socks. Then I started brushing my teeth. In my routine, my stomach was constantly growling. Even as I entered my room and packed my bag for the upcoming shopping and plugged my phone into the charging cable, the growling of my stomach was a constant companion in the silence. I packed a pepper spray in my purse. To be on the safe side, of course.

Then I sat down at the dining table in the kitchen. With a sigh, I took my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed the number of a taxi company. I had to get to town somehow. When that was done, I threw on my thick jacket and put on my wool hat with a white bobble. Then I put my phone in my pocket and left the house. After leaving the house, I locked the door and turned around. I almost fell backwards from the shock because a carcass was lying on my porch. One can only guess what kind of animal it could be. At the sight, I slowly became aware of the stench of the animal, which was littered with flies and other vermin. I gagged and slapped my hand over my mouth and nose. The stench was unbearable!

I ran the house behind me as fast as I could. Once I put as much distance as possible between myself and the house, I lowered my hand. I took deep breaths through my mouth, held them in for a few seconds and then let them out through my nose. Unfortunately, the smell in my nose didn't go away quickly. Not even when I got into the taxi and he drove me towards the village. The driver didn't lose a note, which is why I was grateful to him. I didn't feel like talking. In the car, I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. Some of them were from my friends or my parents. Tonight I will call them and discuss the next steps with them. My parents don't think much of country life and want to sell the house and the land. But the decision was not up to them, it was entirely up to me. After all, my grandfather inherited everything to ME. Either I stay here and take over the farm, or I go back to my old life in the city. Then I would have to start all over again from start.

It took us half an hour to get to our destination. Luckily he stopped right in front of a small cafe. Before leaving the car, I handed the taxi driver some bills and wished him a nice day. Unfortunately, the taxi driver wasn't kind enough to wish me the same. He drove off without saying another word, leaving me standing in the dust that was thrown up. Having a bad day is normal, but at least you should be able to control yourself with customers. At least a little bit.

I turned around and entered the café. The shimmer of a bell above the door welcomed me. Inside I was greeted by warmth and the smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air. As soon as I walked in, I could see the good vibes among the people. Some of them stopped their conversations and watched me curiously as I walked closer to the counter, which was filled with all kinds of pastries, cakes and sandwiches. At the attention, I lowered my gaze with red cheeks and got in line. Even then, I could feel the eyes of others on me. None of those present dared to speak to me.

After a while, curiosity died down and some of the people went back to their own conversations. While waiting for the line in front of me to get smaller, I took the moment to take a closer look at the café. I tried to hide the prying eyes as much as possible, which wasn't exactly easy. In a big city you tend to get lost in the crowd, but in a small town everyone knows everyone. And you can see and hear immediately whether someone has moved in.

The café was kept in a soft yellowish tone. Here and there are a few boards hanging on which were some potted plants. The furniture was kept in like and beige. The legs of the furniture were white and the surfaces were beige. Most tables seated up to four people. In my opinion, the seats in front of the shop window were the best seats. When eating and drinking you had a good view of the outside. You could watch the people passing by.

I looked outside spellbound. The sun hadn't quite risen, but a few people were already stumbling around on the streets. Not far from here I could see a small market, which was already well frequented. I couldn't see what they were selling there. I'll stop by later and get something when I get a chance. I have nothing against fresh fruit and vegetables. My grandfather's kitchen must have pots and pans somewhere and other things that I will need for cooking. Maybe I'll go shopping again tomorrow when I have to find out at home that not everything is there after all. Although I can hardly believe it since my grandfather was very fond of cooking. I can still clearly remember how we cooked at every evening together and spent the day playing cards by the crackling fireplace. With this warm memory, I couldn't suppress a pleasant sigh.

"What can I do for you?" I was promptly torn from my thoughts and memories. I winced, startled, and turned my head towards the source. Behind the counter stood a pretty woman who patiently looked at me with her dark blue eyes. "Um yeah, I'd like a coffee latte to go and a sandwich would be great," I placed my order with a friendly smile after glancing very briefly at the Inn side of the counter. I wanted to be sure whether I hadn't mistaken it from afar. Even if it wanted to be the case, I would have gotten something else instead... like a strawberry slice I see right now. I was just debating whether or not to include it. With a wry face, I decided against it because I didn't see paying almost four euros for a single piece.

The saleswoman got a tray and put a plate on it and got a cheese sandwich baguette out of the theses. She put it on the plate and looked over at me for a short time: "That would be seven euros together, please." I nodded and handed her the desired amount. Earlier, while the sales lady was busy serving my order on the tray, I rummaged in my pocket for my wallet. I grabbed my tray with the steaming cafe latte. My eyes roamed around the cafe searching for an empty seat and stopped at a seat that had just become vacant. It was a window seat. You didn't sit in front of the window, but next to it, so that you only had to turn your head to see out of the shop window.

I quickly strolled over and sat down on one of the chairs. Then I peeled off my jacket and took off my hat. So that I don't forget my hat later, I stuffed it into one of the sleeves of my jacket. I put my phone face down next to the tray. I took the cup and plate off the tray and put it in front of me and put the tray aside so it wouldn't disturb me while I was eating. Yawning, I took the cup and brought it to my mouth. With eyes closed, I literally sucked in the aromatic scent of the coffee. The smell of the coffee woke me up a little and eased some of the tension in my muscles. As tired as I was, I could have a black coffee just to wake myself up, but unfortunately I didn't particularly like coffee without milk. My grandfather, on the other hand, loved to drink black coffee. No matter what the time, the aroma of the coffee flowed through the house.

"Is the seat still available?" I promptly blurted out from my memory of my grandfather, which made me smile the whole time. I didn't see it coming, being spoken to, so I couldn't help but flinch. At least I didn't utter a startled sound. But instead, a few drops from the cup landed on my shirt and on the surface of the table. At least the cup didn't slip off my hands and land on the floor and smash loudly. I would have been embarrassed if all eyes were on me again.

Cursing, I grabbed a napkin from the tray and wiped my top with it. Tempted to get rid of the big spots. Of course, this didn't work so well. The stains can be seen very quickly on white fabric.

"I am really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you,” the person immediately apologized and put his own tray on the table. He didn't even wait for an answer to his question. "It's okay. Make sure you go back out there," I grumbled, slightly pissed at the situation. Not a second did I waste my time raising my eyes and looking at the person. All I know is that it's a man and the voice sounds familiar.

I wiped the surface of the table with the dirty napkin. At least the table should be clean. I put the crumpled serviette on the tray and finally looked at my counterpart. It was the stranger from yesterday whose name I still didn't know. He smiled at me with a big grin. His white teeth gleamed in the morning light. As if it had sprung from a fashion magazine. A cup of black coffee was on the table in front of him. My gaze was focused on his cup for a moment and then I looked at him again. "Is it your hobby to scare people?" I asked, laughing at my own joke. Rather, I tried.

"Only with pretty women like you, (Y/N)", he replied with a wink. I picked up my cup again and took a long sip of my cup. I raised both my eyebrows questioningly. "How do you know my name?" I asked him about knowing my name. A chill ran down my spine because I found it creepy.

A smile still graced his lips. "Your grandfather often talked about you," he shared with me. Relief came over me immediately and I let my shoulders sag a little. I nodded in reply and took another sip from my cup. "If you already know my name, can you at least tell me yours?" It would only be fair,” I asked him for his name. I bit my lower lip while waiting for an answer. "My name is Jackson," he revealed to me after a short silence. He used the time to look at me, which made me blush and try to hide behind my cup. Under his gaze I felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

"Have you lived here long? How long have you known my grandfather?” I peppered him with more questions. Intrigued, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

We spent the rest of the morning talking about our lives, such as our childhood or our hobbies. I told him why I showed up at my grandfather's house. I also shared with him my plans for the day. He listened carefully to my every word. Every now and then he would ask me questions. Curiosity was clearly written on his face.

After a while our cups were empty and I finished my sandwich and cake. "If you want, I can help you with the renovation. I'm good with my hands," he offered his help without beating around the bush. Shaking my head violently, I raised my hands dismissively. "I can't ask that of you," I replied without thinking twice. I didn't plan on bothering him with my problems. Surely today was planned for him, or he had other things to do. "Oh no, I'd be happy to help you. Surely you need a car for your shopping… fortunately there is a car owner in front of you who kindly drives you around,” he trilled cheerfully while holding his arms outstretched. His grin always stayed on his face. The grin has changed a little bit.

A strange feeling came over me all of a sudden. Also, a shiver ran down my spine because I couldn't place his grin. I couldn't say at the time whether it was a good or bad feeling. However, that should change quickly as the day progresses.

We spent the rest of the morning and afternoon shopping. For the renovation I got paint for the walls. I didn't want to paste new paint on the walls, I just wanted to reapply. For that we had to go to the next bigger city, which is about twenty minutes away from here. Jackson owned a black pickup truck that he lovingly cared for and cherished. I couldn't find a single flaw on the car.

At the hardware store, I picked out paint, a tub of paint, and several rollers of paint and put it in my shopping cart, which Jackson kindly pushed in front of him. When I stopped and asked an employee where I could get wood paint, the sight of Jackson scared him. You really didn't want to be long with Jackson's gaze. You'd think he was planning the next murder. I even thought I heard him growl for a moment. Surprised, I spoke to him about the noise, but he replied with a logical explanation. Namely, he showed in a corridor with a woman and her dog, who watched everyone passing by. For some reason the dog whimpered as soon as we passed and hid behind his owner when we saw him.

After our shopping trip he drove me to my grandfather's house and helped me unload everything. "Thanks a lot for your help. If you want, you can leave the rest to me. Surely you have plans for this afternoon and evening. I don't want to keep you from it any longer”, I thanked him. Although he had already offered his help, I didn't want to take up his time anymore.

Over my shoulder I saw that the dead animal was still lying on the porch. It was still rotting away. As I approached the carcass, I saw some rats scurrying away. Later I will call the police or a hunter who will take the animal away from here and I will tell them about the wolf. I haven't told Jackson about the wolf yet, and I don't intend to. Who knows what he'll think of me then. Don't know if he would believe me or not.

He picked up several buckets at once and followed me close to the front door. Jackson followed me everywhere. I even imagined I could feel his breath on my neck. "Bullshit. Of course, I will help you with the renovation. Nobody is expecting me at home anyway”, I heard him say behind me. I looked at him over my shoulder and pointed to the dead animal in front of us. The animal's smell slapped me in the face. I pinched my nose in disgust. "I'm sorry about the dead animal on the doorstep. I haven't gotten around to reporting it to the police or the hunter," I informed him, embarrassed, that he had to put up with this sight. "Maybe I should get this over with now," I muttered to myself. I was about to pull my phone out of my pocket when a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Leave that to me. I'll just take the boar to the forest. The animals in it will be happy about the animal. Especially the wolves around,” he told me after setting the buckets on the ground. I looked at him wide-eyed in surprise at his suggestion. "Are you sure?" I wanted to make sure. I didn't want to force anything on him. As I opened the front door, I looked over my shoulder at him. Even the slightest emotion should catch my eye from the look on his face. So far I haven't seen anything unusual about him.

He effortlessly tossed the animal over his broad shoulder. No efforts could look at him. Not even a bead of sweat adorned his forehead. If I were him, I'd be out of breath and my face bright red. It could certainly have been compared to an overripe tomato.

"Of course I'm sure. Otherwise I wouldn't have offered you my help”, he pulled me out of my thoughts. I opened the door wide open so I could carry our purchases in right away. On the way home we stopped at a grocery store. As a thank you, I wanted to cook Jackson something good to eat. "You know, sometimes I go hunting. I'm sure you know what happens to the animal afterwards. So I don't mind the smell,” he shared one of his passions with me. At first I just looked at him silently and then I burst out laughing. "Ahh, and I thought you were just a hermit," I giggled, stepping into the house. "Believe it or not, I hear that a lot," I heard him talking behind me.

I put the bag with the purchases on the table and then took off my shoes and jacket. Back in the kitchen, I looked out the window at Jackson. Just as he disappeared into the forest with the animal. I stared at the forest with my mouth open. How was Jackson able to move so quickly with the extra weight? The forest is about fifty meters from the house.

I don't know how long I stared at the forest, lost in thought, but anyway I decided to cook. I would like to have delicious lasagna again. With that in mind, I nodded to myself and rolled up my sleeves.

An hour and a half later, I was drying the dishes when my cell phone buzzed and stopped me. Curious about who might be calling me at this time, I hung the tea towel over the back of a chair and then saw that my mother was calling me. I took my mother's call. "Hello mum. What is there? Are you okay?” I greeted my mother gently, but I couldn't suppress a worried undertone. I could hear my father talking in the background. My mother and father would have accompanied me and decided with me on how to proceed.

"Hello Darling. Me and your father are fine. We just got a call from your former boss. The misunderstanding has been cleared up and you can resume your old work. We received a good offer for the property and for the house. A young family is very keen to buy it,” they told me as I tucked the phone between my shoulder and chin. “Of course, the final decision is yours. After all, your grandfather left it to you,” she added after a short pause. I listened carefully to each word. A battle was going on in my head. Conflict had spread every second. A quick look in the oven told me it was still some time before the food was ready. "I told you from the start that I didn't steal from the company. I-I want so badly to go back, but I don't want to lose the memory of grandfather. I don't have anything else from him," he said in tears. Sniffling, I wiped my nose with the back of my hand.

"(Y/N), I can really understand you. It's not easy for me to lose my father, but he would have wanted us to live on and not die of grief. He has always wanted one thing for you, and that is for you to be happy and prosperous. Even though he is dead, he still lives on in our memories. He will always be in our hearts”, she tried to comfort me with these words, which also worked. A few breaths later I shared my decision with her: “I want to go back to you. I miss my work and my friends. The house and the country can surely make another family very happy. Please let the family know that they can sign a contract. I'll fix the house and travel back in a few days.” I wiped the tears from my face one more time. I'm sure it's going to be hard for me to let go of the house and the memory in here, but like my mother said, I have to look ahead.

"I will do it. Ahh (Y/N), your father and I will come to you tomorrow and help you with the renovation”, she informed me of her decision. At this news, I couldn't help but crack the smile. At least some good news for today. "That is nice. I'll prepare a room for you and cook something," I said, kneeling down to examine the lasagna. It was time to get it out and serve and eat. "Thanks very much. Your father and I love you. So see you tomorrow”, she said goodbye and was about to hang up. "I love you too. I'm looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow”, I replied and hung up. I sighed and put my phone down on the counter and ran my thumb and forefinger over the bridge of my nose.

"You want to leave me?!" I heard a voice speak from very close behind me. I winced at Jackson's sudden appearance. I turned and unconsciously took a step back because he was standing very close to me. I bumped against the handle of a drawer with my lower back. I didn't expect him to come so close to me. To be honest, I didn't think it was nice that my personal distance was ignored. After all, I didn't know him enough to let him get close to me. "Don't sneak up on me like that," I hissed between my teeth in pain. The pain swept through my entire body. From the toes to the roots of the hair.

Jackson ran up to me so fast and grabbed my arm not exactly gently. His grip was strong and it hurt me. I tried to free myself from the iron grip, in vain. I tried to pull harder, but my arm wouldn't budge an inch. "Let me go. You're hurting me!” I defend myself desperately. Sheer fear overcame me. As inconspicuously as possible, I groped for my mobile phone, which fortunately I hadn't put far away from me beforehand. My fingertips touched the phone, but I wasn't fast enough as Jackson grabbed it and smashed it with his bare hand. Then he threw it to the ground and, to top it off, stepped on it with his foot.

"What are you doing?" I yelled at him. My patience was finally broken. I just got my cell phone a few months ago. As a small reward for climbing the career ladder of my job, which I had been fired from without notice three days earlier due to false suspicion. Allegedly I have resold company secrets to a competitor. Never in my life would I have mentioned this thought, or even put it into practice. I like my job too much for that and enjoy spending time with my colleagues and customers.

"You want to leave me here alone again, since I just found you!" he practically roared in my face, which was twisted with anger. The sight of him made my heart stop for a second. Golden eyes sparkled at me and long fangs bared in front of me. what was he "I won't let you go again!" he growled, pushing me against his hard body.

"Please let me go. I'm scared," I whimpered in fear and tugged at my arm so hard I feared my arm would tear off. Again I let my free hand wander for a suitable weapon. I didn't care what I got between my hands. The main thing was that I was able to defend myself and free myself from Jackson. Thank heavens my hand was gripping the handle of a pan, which I hit him in the head as hard as I could on the spot. It was so strong it reverberated throughout the house and a clearly visible dent has formed on the pan. Jackson let go. Not from pain, but more from surprise. Without further hesitation, I grabbed my legs and ran to the door and yanked it open. Although the cold immediately crept into every pore and made me shiver, I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. I didn't even have time to put on my jacket and shoes.

I panted in the darkness for a way. With every tenth step I dared to look over my shoulder. Occasionally I would get caught on branches or trip over exposed roots. My knees and hands were covered in abrasions, I was cold and my legs felt like jelly. My lungs won't last long. Since my escape, tears have been running down my cheeks non-stop. I didn't dare to sob. I was too afraid to make a telltale noise that would reveal my whereabouts to Jackson.

The cracking of branches under heavy weight made me stop abruptly. My pulse shot up. I crouched behind the nearest tree and listened to the darkness of the forest. Not wanting to make a telltale sound, I put both hands over my mouth. "(Y/N), I can smell your fear. I can hear your heart from miles away,” Jackson sang not too far from where I was hiding. A growl was heard afterwards. "Why do you want to leave me? Do you really want to leave your mate behind?” Jackson's voice followed closer to my hiding spot. He wasn't far away. At any time, he could discover me and otherwise I know everything to do with me. For a second there was silence.

The next moment, clawed hands grabbed my bare feet and dragged me across the floor. "I got you," Jackson barked with laughter. I fought like crazy and screamed my lungs out. His eyes glowed in the dark. "Please let me go. i just want to go home. To my family,” I shrieked, clutching a root. Kicking him did nothing. His inhuman strength was far too much for my weakened body. But I quickly pulled away because Jackson dug his claws into my feet. Warm blood flowed down my feet into my pant legs.

He released me, pressing me down painfully and half laying on my body. I lay frozen on the cold floor with fear, waiting for the next cruelty from him. His face came dangerously close to mine. He pressed his nose against my cold throat and sniffed it audibly. He moaned in satisfaction as his tongue ran down my throat.

“Your family is me and our future puppies. It's best if we start making our little family right away," he growled in my ear and let his hand wander under my sweater. With that, my fate was sealed.

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