LILY ANN

Did you know that Big Bear Lake is surrounded by the San Bernardino National Forest, which is located in the San Bernardino Mountains? If you knew that, did you realize that, according to geographical statistics, that there are approximately 1,287 square fucking miles of tree after tree after god damn tree? Oh, you did? Well then you can only imagine how fucking stupid it was to run from the cabin, in the dark, in the middle of fuck know's where, on foot.

Yes, yes, we left the car behind. Don't ask me why, considering my black BMW could have had us back out on the highway before Zacky would have regained consciousness, but no. This was much more exhilarating. I couldn't complain too much though. If AJ hadn't woken up and smashed Zacky with the lamp when she did, I would've been in a way worse condition than I was currently in. And I am by no means a wilderness girl.

I held my phone up in the air, attempting to use whatever mental powers I could muster up to will a signal. Unfortunately, in the middle of the San Bernardino National Forest, I would be lucky to find the road or someone to help us. I stumbled over broken branches and over grown brush, my hand clasping AJ's like a life line as we struggled and tumbled through the dark trees so that I wouldn't lose track of her.

"Lily Ann!" I heard Zacky shouting in the distance, and I cringed, my breathing coming out in short, sharp gasps from the lack of oxygen threatening to rip my lungs apart. I knew I should've taken the girls up on that offer to start hitting the gym. I may be naturally thin because of a high metabolism, but that shit doesn't help when it comes to being out of shape and a smoker.

"LILY ANN! I'M GOING TO FUCKING FIND YOU!" I kept my eyes on the dark trees in front of me, aiming for gaps and trying to keep from tripping over fallen longs and undergrowth. "Lily? He's getting closer!" AJ squeaked from behind me, her accent thicker with her fear, and I could hear her palpable fear in her breathless voice. I shook my head, every fiber of my being burning with determination.

"I'm not going to let him hurt you anymore, AJ. Calm down and please don't worry," I whispered harshly back, biting my tongue. She didn't deserve my frustration or my rage, but I had no one else to direct it at right now. She didn't speak again, but the silence was destroyed by the clambering and scraping sounds of low limps and whimpers of pain whenever we would trip or stumble.

Finally, I saw the saving grace in front of me. A camp fire. This must be one of those yellow post sites in the forest, considering the small size of the fire and faint mumble of voices. There wouldn't be a lot of people around, but I was sure that I could get my point across to these people and beg for someone to take us to the nearest ranger station or a camp ground.

I heard a branch snap behind me, and looked back just in time to see a pale hand reaching out to catch hold of my hair. Cursing, I ducked down and shoved AJ towards the fire with both hands as hard as I could. I heard her yelp, but the gentle slope of the hill we were one helped tumble her into the clearing. I heard surprised cries from the campers and shouting from AJ as she tried to spot me in the foray, but there was nothing she could do.

There was nothing I could do for that matter. In the few seconds that I had to watch AJ burst into safety, Zacky had managed to wrap his fingers into my hair and slam me backwards into the rough, uneven forest floor. I groaned from the pain, stars and streamers bursting across my vision and momentarily blinding me from the impact on the back of my skull. When my vision finally cleared, my eyes were only inches from Zacky's and I was choking on his warm breath.

I squeaked, a scream welling up in my throat, but it was instantly silenced by his hand over my mouth. "Oh no you fucking don't," he growled, struggling with my small body. I tried to kick him in the knee, but my twisted position combined with his weight caused me to only graze it. He hissed in pain and glared down at me, the rage sparkling in his eyes even in the low light. "Quit. Fucking. Fighting." His speech was labored with his breathing, and he struggled to keep his voice down as he climbed off of me and snatched me up, pulling me in close to his body and keeping his hand secured over my mouth.

I tried biting him. Hell, I even tried licking him. None of it worked though, and I heard the distance expanding between myself and the campground. AJ had stopped shouting, and the voices were dying down. "Shit," Zacky muttered, slinging me behind a tree and pinning his body against mine. My eyes searched his face wildly for an explanation, but a faint beam of light answered it for me. Someone was looking for us.

I tried screaming out against his hand, but it was no use. He held me still, his body flush with mine, for what felt like eternity. Our bodies shuddered against one another as we tried to relax our breathing. Him to keep quiet and me to regain my strength so I could run as soon as he released me. I watched the light of the flashlight disappear and felt a tear roll down my cheek, whispering a silent goodbye to whoever it was that gave up.

I looked up into Zacky's eyes and saw him watching me intently, a look on his face that turned my stomach. His eyes shone with adoration and love, blended well with a sprinkle of obsession and animalistic lust. My eyes widened and I feebly attempted to shove him off of me, but he was strong, and his lower body help me pinned to the tree. I shook my head, begging and pleading, attempting to appeal to whatever human side he had left.

Fortunately, he released me and stepped back a few paces, his eyes never leaving my face. He let out a ragged breath and I could see the struggle for control on his face, the battle to control his primal urges and his rage. Believing this to be the chance I needed, I tried to take off running, but shrieked in agony when his hand grabbed my hair from the back and pulled me backwards. I was surprised I even had hair left, and the back of my scalp throbbed as he reeled my head backwards, my vision dancing with stars.

"Why do you keep doing this to me, Lily Ann?!" He whispered harshly, jerking my body with nearly every word. I cried out in pain, my groaning turning into body wracking sobs as I fell back against his body. Although the burning desire to escape still screamed through my brain, I felt my body slowly submit, the exhaustion and pain forcing me to shut down slowly.

He shushed me gently, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he stroked the side of my face and embraced me with his other arm. I felt my emotions shutting down, one by one, even the fear I felt as he encased me in his twisted idea of love. I was mumbling nonsensical words to myself, whimpers and hitching breaths escaping my lips as I allowed my head to loll back against his chest.

Have you ever seen the stars at night? Away from the pollution that turns the air into a murky blanket that reflects the harsh city lights and results in a dirty, yellow haze? Have you ever watched a star dance across the sky, shooting into the unknown, and almost believe that everything was alright in the world? That whatever childish notion provokes your brain to make a wish on the celestial phenomenon could actually come true? Have you ever felt your body, so broken and tired, become numb to everything, and yet, suddenly, the amazing sounds and smells of nature heighten and you feel yourself drowning in a sensory overload?

As I felt my feet carrying me, one agonizing step at a time, towards whatever horrors Zacky had in store for me now, I listened to the erratic beating of his heart and the short panting sound of his breath. I breathed in his scent of sweat, blood, cigarette smoke, and cologne. I felt the softness of his t-shirt against my arms and the way my hair ruffled against his shoulder whenever he would step forward with the same foot.

I noticed a break in the trees ahead of us and frowned, not remembering it being there from before. Have we made it back to the cabin already? Did we really cover than much distance, or did we, in fact, not make it nearly as far as we thought in our panic-driven escape? I mulled these questions over in my mind, my head bouncing gently against his chest as he walked me closer to the opening. Suddenly, I saw a large, dark shape roll into view and frowned. What was this? An animal? It was bigger and quieter than any animal I had ever seen.

I heard a click and another sound, then felt myself stumbling forward as Zacky pushed me towards the object. I nearly fell to the ground, blinking my eyes rapidly and feeling stong hands holding me by the biceps. I was too tired to crane my neck up to look, so I waited patiently as I was dragged to my feet. I instantly recognized the scent of Axe body spray and cigarettes, and looked up into the devastating eyes of Brian.

Everything was working slow motion. The world was developing around me like Polaroid film, fading from picture to picture. Brian and I stood locked in each others' gazes. Zacky opened the back door of the car. I was laying on my back in the backseat, my hands and feet bound with tape. A piercing giggle from the front seat and excited chatter. Hands roaming up and down my legs in what I assumed was a calming gesture. A pill being shoved between my pursed lips. The gag reflex of having to dry swallow the bitter pill. A burst of rage and confusion. A relaxing sensation. Darkness.

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I was comfortable. I was warm and felt almost like I was inside of my very own cocoon, relishing in the safe comfort of my haven. I felt my mind reaching out to make sense of these surroundings, but I came up with nothing but a pleasant darkness and a pregnant silence, filling my ears and calming my heart. What was this place? How did I get here?

I moaned softly, a heat spreading from the back of my head and wrapping around my temples to my eyes. The heat wasn't so bad, but it wasn't as comfortable as the deafening silence just seconds before. And it was growing. It was no longer a heat, but a throbbing ache, and it made me feel sick to my stomach. I frowned, trying to push the pain away, but the darkness was no longer as warm and comfortable as it once was. What's happening?

I felt my body shift like it was a separate entity from the war raging in my mind, and a wave of nausea flowed through me. It felt like my skull was fractured into multiple pieces and that each separate piece was sliding freely over my brain. I winced and groaned, sucking the air through my teeth and gasping. This wasn't right.

I felt my eyelids split open, but only just so, and peered through the darkness. I couldn't detect any movement, and I couldn't hear anything. I was on a bed, but the room wasn't one I recognized. I could tell that I wasn't in the cabin anymore, due to the more modern furnishings of the bedroom and lighter color of the walls. Apart from that, though, I couldn't figure out where I was, and the pain in my head wasn't about to let me explore.

I laid my head back down on the pillow and let out a sigh, and brought my hand down to push some hair off of my forehead. Or at least, I tried to bring my hand down. Once I attempted the movement, I heard a metallic clanking and realized that both of my hands were handcuffed to the head board's posts. There was more slack than I expected for a standard pair of handcuffs, and whenever I would try to look up at my wrists, I would feel another violent wave of nausea.

The tears leaked from my eyes as I settled myself back down into my original position, unsure of what to do. I was afraid to make any noise, in fear that company would be much worse than this solitary confinement. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to calm my frantic heart. I let out a shuddering breath and felt myself slipping back into the darkness.

ZACKY

I stood at the foot of the bed and watched her chest rise and fall, rise and fall. I stood with my hands in my front pockets, my posture impeccable, and my tongue lazily playing with the backs of my snake bites. I hadn't spoken, and I hadn't moved for at least thirty minutes. She didn't notice me when she had woken up earlier, watching her from my original perch on the arm chair near the window.

She was beautiful when she slept, her fair skin almost shimmering with an ethereal glow in the moonlight from the window. Her blonde hair looking like pale, spun gold, even though it was matted with blood in some spots and kinked up from the sweat and humidity in others. Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyelids would jump every so often from brain activity in her sleep.

I had argued with myself for the past fifteen minutes, controlling the beast that raged within me. I wanted to wake her up and make her scream. I wanted to cut her clothes from her body and run my hands over her. I wanted to see her shake and beg beneath me, no more drugs to slow down her movements. No, we were way past the precious naivety that drew me to her in the first place. I wanted her know the effect she had on me. I wanted to watch the realization light her beauty on fire as I inflicted my love on her. I needed her to know.

Brian had come just in time with that crazy bitch he called our new PR agent, and without their help, I never would have gotten Lily Ann back to my house. Sure, Mackenzie and Brian had questioned my sanity, wondering if it was such a good idea for me to have her so close to everyone else. I had questioned myself a time or two, but I was sure about this. No one was going to find her. It would be over before anyone even considered looking for her.

I heard a soft knock at the door and tore my eyes away from Lily Ann to gaze over at Mackenzie, who was softly illuminated by the hallway light. I quietly stepped over to her and grabbed the edge of the door, slipping out and shutting it so that the light didn't disturb Lily Ann's slumber. I wasn't quite ready for her to be awake yet. My body may have been screaming to touch her, but my brain was more meticulous and calculating, and it understood that I needed to be fully prepared.

"What?" I snapped, looking down at the mousy brunette in front of me. Her eyes shone excitedly, and she sucked on her swollen bottom lip. My eyes traveled down to her breasts, which peeked out at me through her unbuttoned top. It was then that I noticed her disheveled state and the healthy flush in her cheeks.

She didn't say anything. She simply reached up and pushed her top off, allowing it to flutter gently to the floor behind her in a pile of forgotten silk. She reached her hands up, splaying them across my chest, and firmly shoved me against the wall. My eyes widened and narrowed with surprise and impatience. "What the fuck are you doing?"

The testosterone flowed through me, and I felt my erection straining against my jeans. Something about this petite woman, with her silence and aggressiveness, was incredibly erotic, but I didn't have time for this. That is, until she lowered herself to her knees and began systematically unbuckling my jeans and letting them drop to the floor. I looked down at her, my expression turning dark and dominant, and locked gazes with her as she touched the head of my dick to her lips.

She smiled playfully, but the unhinged gleam in her eyes didn't quite match as she slipped my length into her mouth. The sudden sensation of moist warmth on my throbbing shaft brought a moan to my lips, and I grabbed a handful of her hair, groaning as I felt my length slide down the tightness of her throat. I leaned my head back against the wall, holding my shirt up with one hand and her hair with the other, and closed my eyes.

She bobbed her head back and forth, her tongue swirling and lapping at every inch of my member, her nose frequently pushing into my stomach as she took me down without so much as a gag or a choke. "Fuck," I moaned, looking down at her and locking eyes with her her again. She winked before ramming her head forward, using her own momentum to throat fuck herself.

I watched as the saliva thickened around my cock, stringing away slightly whenever she'd come up for air, only to have my knees buckle when she'd do it again. "What the- what the fuck? Oh fucking shit..." I moaned, my breathing becoming irregular as her hand reached up to pump the base of my dick while the remaining length was still buried in her mouth.

When my eyes caught sight of her fingers working at her own warmth, I felt my hips buck and I coated the back of her throat, both hands pulling frantically at her hair. I heard her softly whimper in pain as I emptied myself into her mouth and then released her, allowing her form to fall backwards onto the floor.

She smirked up at me, trailing one lazy finger along the corner of her mouth to wipe away the spit and cum, and then leaned back on one arm as she reached her fingers down to play with her dripping folds. I felt hypnotized as I stood there, my jeans and boxers still down around my ankles, watching her massage her clit at a brutal pace.

She let out small moans and gasps, but her eyes never left mine. I felt as though I was being challenged by this small woman, a woman I had only met a few hours ago. My erection was standing at attention already, begging to bury itself into the slut that lay at my feet. I chewed on my lip as I watched her, two fingers disappearing into her snatch, and I dropped to my knees. I felt like a religious zealot, bowing before a sacred idol, as I listened to the gentle wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her, the soft whimpers bursting from her throat.

Before I realized what I was doing, I pushed her hand away and buried myself into her, my length slipping into her with ease after she had completely soaked herself. "God damn it," I moaned, my eyes rolling back a little as I pounded into her, her screams and shrieks filling the close quarters of the hallway. I pushed my hand over her mouth, not wanting to hear her voice as I rammed into her core, a desperation taking over as I searched for the end of her and found it.

She squirmed beneath me, pushing gently at me and struggling a bit, and it only urged me to pump faster. I didn't even feel my pace falter. I didn't feel my body shudder. I simply snatched myself out of her and pumped myself with my hand, watching the thick, white ropes shoot out over her exposed stomach and breasts.

I stared down at her as I stood up, adjusting my clothes and brushing my hair back off of my sweaty forehead. She didn't move. She made no attempt to clean or cover herself. She just watched me, her eyes haunting, as I reached back and turned the door knob to let myself back into the dark room. I noticed Lily Ann stirring softly on the bed and resumed my position at the foot board, folding my hands in front of myself.

"Show time..."

Notes

Sometimes I think I'm a psycho in my own way. Oh well. Love it!

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