Sinister Intentions

Chapter 4

I stare into my assailant's eyes as I wait for his next move. He lowers his gaze to my naked torso and slides his hand up my stomach, making my pulse thrum behind my ear. I try not to react to his touch as he moves his hand to my breast and circles my nipple with his gloved fingertip, and whimper when I feel it harden under his touch, hating that my body is reacting to him just how he wants.

"Please stop," I beg the one in the creepy mask who's touching me and he looks up at me. I can't see his eyes fully but I feel like I see something flicker in his eyes. Maybe guilt? Desire? I don't know and I hate that I can't fully see his eyes. They're hidden behind his mask just like his identity, and it infuriates me that I still don't know who's doing this to me.

I can't see many guys in my high school doing something like this, and I don't think just any one of them would have the balls to go this far. Except maybe one but he's never given me the time of day. Not since he got popular. Regardless, I can't see him doing something like this as deranged as he can be sometimes.

I let my mind wander to him anyway and think of my crush in an attempt to block out what's happening to me. I close my eyes and tune out the world as I think of Gage Orion, the most popular guy at my school. He's the most attractive guy to walk the halls of Hamilton Regional High School, and it's not because he's involved in sports. Nope. Gage isn't a sports guy at all. He's actually the lead singer of a local rock band he started with his best friend and two other guys that are a little older than him and his friend.

Girls at school just about throw their panties at him every time they see him walk into school and as much as I wish I wasn't one of the girls fawning over him, I am. I'm not as obvious about it and keep my crush on the down-low but I pine for him just like every girl at my school, but unlike them, I liked him way before he became popular. Back when he was just a cute little dorky five-year-old.

He and I had the same kindergarten class and quickly became friends, so much so, he laid his claim on me from the very first day we met and made sure to always protect me from bullies. We stayed great friends through elementary school and middle school but as soon as we hit high school and he got popular, he pushed me away like I wasn't good enough to be around him anymore. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

While he grew up to be tall and built, I got rounder, and I'm not just talking about my boobs and my butt, although those did get big too. I'm talking about my stomach, my legs, and my arms. I rounded out completely and became the very definition of curvaceous. But no matter how much weight I gained, no one ever made fun of me, and I think it's because Gage threatened everyone at our school to stay away from me and leave me be. It was his way of protecting me from a distance, but the only problem is he scared all our male classmates away in the process. Not one of them has dared ask me out, not once, and it sucks because I want to go on a date and experience a normal high school relationship but Gage made that impossible for me. And the worst part is that while I remain single, he fucks just about every girl that crosses his path. Except for me, of course.

It's unfair that he gets to sleep around while I can't even go on one measly date. I'm sure he had good intentions when he no doubt threatened the entire school, but he screwed me over in the worst way and ruined my chances of ever dating. The worst part is now I'm going to lose my virginity to god knows who against my will. I feel myself sob at the thought.

No! I refuse to be another statistic.

I sit up and headbutt my assailant as hard as I can, not caring how much it hurts. I feel him falter and pull my head back and do it again, slamming my head into his mask. I hear him grimace and smile proudly when he gets off me and falls onto his side, holding onto his head that is no doubt throbbing in pain just like mine. But I'll take the pain if it means getting away from him and his accomplice.

"Take that, you dickhead," I yell at him and hear the guy behind the fox mask chuckle. "What are you fucking laughing at, you piece of shit?" I ask him as I stand on my feet. And my words just make him laugh harder. "You're fucking insane," I say with a shake of my head and take off back in the direction of the clearing, hoping the third time is the goddamn charm.

I run as fast and as far as I can but when I see the clearing is further than I estimated, I look around for something, anything, to hide. I see a large pile of rocks off to the right and hide behind them, figuring it's my best chance at getting away from my assailants. When I don't hear their footsteps behind me, I feel like I can breathe again, and just sit there and wait with my heart in my throat as seconds slowly turn to minutes.

I don't hear anything for what must be at least half an hour and figure it's safe to peek out and the second I do, a hand wraps itself around my neck and forces me to my feet. I look into the eyes of the guy with the vile mask and don't have to see his eyes plainly to know he's furious. It rolls off him in waves and it's all my doing.

Good. The fucker deserves it after everything he's done to me.

If I die tonight, at least I'll leave this cruel world knowing I gave my assailants hell until my very last breath.

He tightens his grip on my neck and this time, I don't struggle. I breathe through my nose and take it, knowing it's the exact opposite of what he wants. He wants to feed on my fear, and at first, I did feed into it, but not anymore. Now I fight and if he doesn't like it then he can just kill me.

"Do it," I dare him. "Kill me."

He holds my gaze for a beat before pulling his hand away from me like my words seared his flesh. I collapse on the floor and suck in huge gulps of air as his accomplice steps up behind him and takes me in, hunched over on the floor on all fours.

"Is this what you wanted? Me on the floor, begging for my life?" I ask, looking at the guy in the fox mask before raising my gaze to the leader of the two. "Well, I'm not going to give you that satisfaction. Not anymore"

The guy in the creepy mask crouches in front of me and lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. I spit on his mask and he throws me to the side, making me fall over. He wipes my spit off his mask as I sit up and crawl backward, putting distance between us. He follows me with his gaze but makes no move to grab me.

"You can run all you want but I will find you no matter where you go," the guy in the vile mask says to me and I grin up at him as I stand and face him head-on.

"I'm done running," I respond refusing to play into his game any longer. "You want me, come and get me," I tell him, knowing it's stupid of me to look my assailant right in the eyes and stoke the flames fueling his fury and sinister intentions, but I'm done with this stupid game. If he wants me, he'll have to kill me to get me because I'm not going down without a fight.