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  Strangers In The Night

  By

  Jordan Silver

  My Broken Heart

  Prey

  Predator

  Copyright © 2015 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  My Broken Heart

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  Prey

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Epilogue 2

  Predator

  Chapter i

  Chapter ii

  Chapter iii

  Chapter iv

  Chapter v

  Epilogue 3

  MY BROKEN HEART

  Chapter 1

  I think about her all the time, the one who broke my heart; the one who destroyed what there was of me. It's impossible not to think of her, she's part of me, part of the air I breathe.

  I cannot grieve her loss; she's not dead after all, just gone from me. I sent her away, I had to. She was tarnished now, not only in my eyes, but in the eyes of all who wished to see.

  I'm a shell of myself, I smile when prompted, laughter is getting easier these days, but it's still hollow, empty, like me, like my life.

  I am done, there is nothing left in me, not even the burn of alcohol can numb this pain. Pain, such a small word for such a huge feeling. It's despair, it's darkness, I'm adrift in the middle of the ocean with no one around, death seems imminent, death seems like the answer. Sweet oblivion to take it all away!

  I want my heart back, how do I get my heart back? Should I just reach out and take it, would that make me soft, less of a man? Do I really want it back though, or is it just what I've known, what I've grown to know? No it's more than that; she's my all, my everything how do I give that up?

  ***

  It's a new day, I feel my chest where my heart lies, is it still there, is there any change, what day is today, was there something I needed to do, or was that yesterday? Where is she right now, what is she doing, is she okay, is her heart still beating?

  I look to my phone, no Dylan you mustn't, it's done, isn't it done? What then, what is there to do? Your days are a wasteland, where are your friends? Oh yes you left them behind as well, a clean break you said? It was too hard to be around others who knew.

  Why are your pajamas wet Dylan? Again! Oh yes, you dreamt of her again didn't you? Of course, it's the only way you can get to sleep. Isn't it strange, the memories torment during the day, but soothe at night?

  It's okay Dylan, it's alright to miss her, there's no shame in that. She lives inside of you after all. You lived breathed and loved her for a long time. Be strong, the madness will be here soon, it's because you've shut yourself away from reality, the madness is your only companion.

  Get up Dylan, move around look alive. Yes I know; you barely are that, baby steps, one foot in front of the other. Is the pain less today? No it just hasn't begun, the remnants of the dream are still playing out in your heart, they will fade; then hell will commence.

  There's a bottle of pills in the medicine cabinet...no Dylan, you mustn't; maybe tomorrow it will get better. How will you know if you're not here?

  Food, you need food, when did you last eat, dare you risk it, will it stay this time, or will it expel itself once more? No, no food, it's too soon. Is there a drug, maybe there is, you should look into that, tomorrow, we'll look into it tomorrow.

  What day is it again, oh yes that's how you started, that's right, lay down again, close your eyes, escape. Tomorrow we will plan.

  Is that anger? Hello anger my old friend, where have you been? Yes, strength, I feel it seeping into me, it's better than food, no nourishment can compare.

  Are you ready now Dylan? Yes ready, is it dark enough out yet, what about my clothes, dark enough? Did you remember to remove all your hair, every last follicle? There can be nothing left, not a trace.

  I'll check, just to be sure, did you pack everything? I think so. Is my heart beating, where did it go? Oh yes, it's been gone for a while now. Don't think about that now. Tomorrow you can dwell; tonight we act.

  No don't look back, one foot in front of the other, that's right, baby steps. What's that, no, no one will know I promise you that. That's good Dylan, feed on the anger, what's that? No that's not true, anger is good anger is your friend. Have you felt this good in days? Well then there you have it.

  No it's too late to turn back, you want to feel your heart again don't you? Well come on then let’s go. Let's go get your heart back.

  NEWS FLASH: The much talked about Rebecca Stevens whose life has been playing out in the media like a soap opera has disappeared from her beach front Malibu home. Police suspect foul play but as yet there are no leads. Join us again at eleven when we will have an update.

  Yes my heart beats; I smile, hello anger, thanks for coming.

  ***

  Is murder ever acceptable? That's one for the books ain't it Dyl? Murder is too easy anyway, set an endurance course; watch your prey like a rat in a maze.

  Yes that does sound better! Where did we put my heart again? Your heart is safe never fear. Is it time yet? It is time when you say it is time.

  There, beyond that door, go get em tiger. I walk towards the door, yes I feel my heart again, it beats. Am I happy, I can't tell, what does happy feel like again? Whatever, maybe tonight my dreams will be my reality. My heart is still, but it beats, all is not lost. Are you sure they will not come? No, they will not come.

  Anger, you're back, so soon. No Dyl, turn away, walk with me now, it's not time. Yes you may bring anger with you, but only as a buffer for now, you do understand don't you. When will it be time? Soon!

  Chapter 2

  Anger ruts like a wild beast deep, deep in softness Yes, softness, I remember being here before, but then so was another No, no don't think of that now. It does not hear the cries, the pleas, it has one purpose The Plan. It spends, deep inside the softness, where it will do the most good.

  I come back to myself as anger is abated, I see the eyes, eyes that I know so well I pull away, turn away, walk away. I sit once more gazing into nothing, my heart beats again, but slow.

  There is a wetness once again, ah yes, but this time no dream. I walk back towards the room over yonder where anger ruled. I need the softness again, must have the softness again; it calms me. "Dylan!"

  "Yes Rebecca."

  "What happened to your hair?"

  "You don't like it?" I run my hand over my new baldness.

  "No, I do, it's just...your beautiful hair."

  "It will grow back."

  "Where are we?"

  "Home."

  "Really, but it doesn't look like home?"

  "It's our new home."

  "Where is it, do I know?"

  "It's away..."

  "Away where?"

  "Far, far away, open."

  She obeys, though her eyes seem to question. Softness welcomes once more, without anger here to buffer, softness seems sweet. I glide in and out, must go deeper, deep is good.

  Yes, I know. There's no need for tenderness, tenderness once failed. But...Madness wraps its hand around her neck, squeeze, squeeze. Not too tight now let your heart breathe; yes, that's it, now carry on.

  I close my eyes from the pleasure, never thought to be found again. The softness of her sweet cunt clutches and throbs, clenc
hes and releases.

  Did it do that...with the other? Anger and madness combine to form...the beast. It has teeth, it bites, so much power, the cries grow louder; softness grows pliant.

  She gushes like a sudden storm, the moans of an animal echo throughout the room. Release, sweet release. I empty inside her again.

  Anger and madness have receded yet again, my eyes can see now What have you done, you animal? You bit and tore. She smiles as she rubs her legs against the sheets, her hands are still outstretched. They must remain tied remember, until the plan has worked at least. No no, it doesn't hurt; we made sure remember? I am spent once more, I pull out of my haven, but I don't want to leave.

  You must there are things to be done.

  "Dylan."

  "Yes my heart."

  "Will you come to me again soon?"

  Think only of the plan Dylan, nothing more, turn away, walk away. Without answer I turn and leave. Food we both need food. Yes I can eat now; my heart is mending.

  ***

  I've taken her three times already for the day and it's still not enough. That last time I was a little rougher than usual, always before there was tenderness.

  I feel madness receding, but for how long, when will it return, can I survive without it? Anger has stayed, but it now has a new direction.

  The plan remains the same, she will never be free, I have taken her away from all temptation. It's time for her bath, she cannot see to herself, tied up as she is. Funny, I don't remember doing that, I barely remember taking her from her home, our home.

  The fog was clearing, there at the edges there was still a little grey, but the darkness was leaving. You're being a fool again; remember what happened last time? I remember.

  "Dylan..." It's the siren's call; you should probably gag her, just to be on the safe side. You don't need any of her woman's wiles working on you. Remember the plan, stick to the plan.

  We still have a long way to go. Take her again, it's all she's good for anyway. Don't you want to, aren't you feeling...hungry? Yes hungry, it was time to feed.

  I inhale her woman's scent as I tongue her center. Fighting back the darkness, I show no mercy as she writhes and moans and begs for release. This is not foreplay; it's a feeding, like that of a wild, untamed beast.

  My cock is hard and ready. I drive home with no care for her comfort. Her screams pierce the air, she tugs at her bonds futilely, there's no escape. The very rafters of the old shack hidden in the woods shake as I pound away my fury, my pain and empty myself once more in her core. I have silenced her voice, the old rag will do until I find something better.

  Chapter 3

  Bath time went off without a hitch. I got to play with her body in the water as her hands were bound. It was fun driving my fingers into her heated cunt, making her cry out. Was that the sound of pleasure?

  I know the hoarse cries she made after, when I bent her over the tub and drove into her were cries of joy. Her sweet voice calling out to me was sweet music to my ear. But then the darkness came again. Such heat, such anger, such pain.

  I drove into her body over and over again, chasing the demon, vanquishing it with my cock. Her pussy wrapped around my meat like a memory, my old friend. But she’d…I went into a frenzy at the remembered betrayal.

  “You bitch.” I bit into flesh as she screamed and pleaded, even as her pussy’s juices flooded my cock. I fucked in a rage, sending my cock deep into the depths of her until the fire raged out of control.

  I covered her mouth with my hand as my hips pounded into her from behind, harder and harder. I was gone again, somewhere inside myself.

  “Dylan come back.” I heard the voice as if from a distance. Who was it that sounded so familiar? I shook my head and only then realized I had embedded my teeth into the flesh of her neck like a rabid beast.

  Her skin had barely escaped being torn, but my mark was there. I vaguely remembered doing that before, in that very spot. My vision cleared just as I emptied my seed into her womb. I heard an echo in my head; ‘the plan.’ Yes it all made sense again.

  Afterwards I walked her around the property, this way she knows there's no escape no one around to hear her screams.

  She's afraid; I can smell it, good. "What do you plan to do with me Dylan?"

  "You'll see."

  "Who do you talk to if there's no one else here?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Nothing, just that I hear you talking sometimes like you're talking to someone; do you have reception out here?"

  "No there's no phone, enough questions, time to go back inside." "I want to stay outside a little while longer, I've been cooped up in that room for days."

  She pouted in that sweet way that used to have me bending to her will. See, what did I tell you, you're too soft, now the bitch thinks to rule you again, make a fool of you...again.

  Uh oh run Becca, he's back; but wait…I'm fighting against myself, it feels wrong, but that can't be, my heart beats again. My hand goes around her neck and I'm dragging her back into the shack. I tie the gag back in place. I don't think I will be removing that again any time soon, unless it's to use her mouth for my pleasure.

  I throw her across the bed as I go in search of something…what?

  The liberator, yes, don't forget the scoop. I drag her from her prone position once it’s in place. Her eyes widen, but I do not see, I cannot care.

  I bind our hands and ankles together; we are now chained as one. I'm behind her, already mounted, with my cock at the ready. He knows what he wants, knows what must be done.

  I slide into her pussy going deep with my first thrust. I grit my teeth at the feeling of undeniable pleasure. I ride in and out of her hot, wet snatch, finding a home in her sweet spot. Peace: bliss, euphoria. Slow and easy, there's no rush, you have all the time in the world.

  Her breathing is out of order. I can feel sweat beading on her back that’s pressed so intimately against my front. She's coating my cock already; it feels so good to be back in her again, to be home.

  Stop Dylan she doesn't need to enjoy this for the plan to work. Take away all pleasure; share only the pain. But...

  No, no, you're falling for it again; she's nothing, just a receptacle.

  Receptacle; just a vessel yes I remember, the plan. Remember what she did, who she is, remember what you still have to do.

  I'm gone again, no longer me, darkness has fallen, my heart beats but instead of slow and steady, it's a wild staccato.

  The chains rattle, the sounds coming from behind the gag are no longer those of pleasure.

  There's fear and pain, gagging, choking. There's the taste of blood on my tongue. There, on her neck, you bit and tore.

  Do not care, you must not care, it is nothing. I felt heated seed leave my body and shoot into hers.

  Yes you're finished, your pleasure is complete, leave her...it, there. It's cries do not register. I pull out of her and feel the wetness from both of us on my cock as the air hit it.’ I do not even take the time to move her after unbinding the chains that held us together.

  She’s no longer even there, already forgotten as I follow the voice from the room. I feel something beating at the edges of my mind, some light trying to shine through, but the darkness is soon there, taking over. My last memory is of me falling onto the couch in the other room, falling into complete and total darkness.

  Chapter 4

  I awaken with a start, my memory a haze; and then her scent reaches me and it all comes flooding back. My stomach grumbles in hunger as I shake my head, removing the remnants of sleep.

  Yes it's time to eat, maybe a big fat juicy steak. You haven't had one of those in a while. Pity we have to feed it, but that's part of the plan.

  Why don't you make it cook the meal? Use the chain, lock it in place in the wall, there's enough length to move around easily. Good idea. She doesn't smile when she sees me coming. I think she's beginning to understand.

  I drag the chain over to where she's lying sprawled over the lib
erator. I shackle her ankles once more and attach the chain, before I make her shuffle walk to the kitchen.

  "Cook." She obeys, I watch as anger and madness fight for dominance.

  ***

  The plan is coming along nicely, she's ripe; I ran the test. I think she's beginning to suspect what's going on, doesn't matter though. The search is still on but no one's looking at me. I'm the wounded who has begged off for a year from the spotlight, who slinked off to go lick his wounds.

  The latest word is that it's a deranged fan, good. Someone actually pointed the finger and they're looking into it. I hope no one else gets blamed. But really, do I care?

  Sometimes, like now, when the fog is clear a little, my mind plays tricks on me. Why is she just lying there, her hair seems so lifeless, not at all like the beautiful tresses I'm accustomed to.

  She doesn't need glamour hair anymore Dylan, just a wash and rinse in the tub will do. That's how she got into trouble before remember, vanity. The bitch forgot herself, forgot who she belonged to. Now she must be cleansed.

  Oh yeah, that's right, the fog returns, everything is right again; my heart beats. I fill the tub with hot water, not punishing, but, hot, wash away the sin.

  She doesn't need the gag anymore; she stopped trying to sway me after the last time when I took her so roughly. There wasn't any place on her body that hadn't been bruised or bitten that time.

  Now she just watches to see what I will do. I have to take care now though, there's something else to think about; something more precious; the thing that will bind us. Don’t you go getting soft on me Dylan you fuck; do you want this bitch to fuck you over again?

  No, I don’t. I wash her too hard and she cries out. One harsh growl from me, and she quiets down again, cowering in the water. I want to comfort, to hold to love. Didn’t I once love? Remember the pain…He’s here again…I’m here to keep you from fucking up again asshole.

  It's clean, put it back to bed, but first make it change the sheets. It's been keeping house when not chained to the bed, something new to it I think; why can’t I remember?