Soon
By ZTV25
Based on the short story by Benchurch.
(www.benchurch.deviantart.com)
It started with a
party. That's how it always starts isn't it? A party, a party he
never even wanted to go to. Matthew was a quiet lad, barely ever
leaving the safety of his home. If there was ever a word to describe
him it would be average. He was average in height, average in build,
and all around average in the looks department. No one ever paid him
any real mind. For the most part that's how he liked it. Now don't
get him wrong it wasn't that he liked being alone. It was more ... he
had gotten used to it. So
he was less than thrilled when his friends showed up and practically
drug him out to their car. "Oh
come on guys, you know I don't like this." "That's why
you've got to go," his friend laughed. The party in question was
being thrown by one of the players on the college's football team.
That meant a lot of people - a lot of people Matthew didn't know.
Everywhere he turned there were people crowded together, drinking,
dancing, making out and god only knows what else. Less than a minute
after they drug him through the doors his friends were gone, off
doing their own thing. Matthew
stood alone most the night just feeling uncomfortable. God, he hated
these things. He went to check the time on his phone for the
umpteenth time only to find it gone. "Oh
come on." He retraced his steps through the crowded mess. He
flinched inwardly as they all bumped into him, knocking him around,
just making a god-awful fuss. Things would be so much simpler if he
didn't have to deal with so many people. "There
it is!" How did it get clear on the other side of the house? It
was nearly two in the morning when his friends finally had enough and
went home. Matthew couldn't have been happier. The next day he got a
text. He didn't recognize the number and the message ... well it
disturbed him to say the least.
I
have powerful arms and legs. I have large, soft, strong hands. I have
big, firm breasts. I have soft, full lips. I will take you, I will
have you, and I will keep you. Soon, I will claim you. You cannot
escape, no one will hear anything. You will not even be able to beg
me to let you go. Soon my darling. Soon. He had to laugh.
Clearly she was talking to someone else, no one wanted him like that.
He decided to tell her so.
I'm
sorry Miss but I'm afraid you have the wrong number. No,
I don't.
Then who do you think this is?
Matthew
Weller.
Crap, she was talking to him. If it even was a her.
That was it, wasn't it?
Tim? That you?
No Sweetie, just
me.
Very
funny.
You'll believe me soon enough.
"Idiots,"
he muttered.
When he asked his friends about it they pretended
not to know anything about it. He thought nothing off it for a few
days. Then he received another text from the same number. This time
there were no words just a single picture. And what a picture it
was. The
woman pictured was the same age he was as far as he could tell. That
was where the similarities stopped. She was gorgeous. Clearly tall
she had long wavy black hair framing a strikingly beautiful face. She
was dressed only in the skimpiest laciest black bra and panties. This
helped to accentuate her long legs and massive drool enduing
cleavage. But that was not what drew his eye first. No it was her
muscles. They weren't the outrageously huge kind found on
weightlifters. These were the natural features of a lifelong athlete.
Maybe rowing or volleyball who knows but whatever sport she played
kept her tight. "Wow," was all he could say. Then a second
text came in.
Soon.
This
prank was elaborate he'd give them that. Then everything
changed. He came home from work to find his front door open. That
was strange, he never left his door open. Slowly he walked inside.
Nothing seemed out of place. If it had been a robbery they didn't
take much. He checked over the entire apartment but the only thing
missing was ... his underwear? Every single pair had been taken.
Great, some kind of pervert had gotten in. Then he saw it: a note
laying on his pillow. On it was only one word: Soon. Matthew found
it hard to sleep that night. His friends were idiots who loved to
pull stupid pranks but they were quick to tire. No, this was not
their style. That could only mean the woman who was real. That
knowledge both terrified ... and excited him. The next day he changed
all his locks and prayed for the best. A
week later he returned home to find the doorknob had been ripped out
and left on his kitchen counter. On his living room wall she had
painted a message in giant black letters:
You can not fight
what is coming. You are mine and mine alone. This day next month I
will take you and there is nothing you can do about it. See you
soon.
For the next week he was nothing more than a paranoid
mess. Any sound he heard, any movement he saw or thought he saw he
attributed to her. It was maddening. Then she text-ed him
again.
I'm
coming for you, lover. In three weeks I'm gonna climb through your
bathroom window in the middle of the night, choke you till you pass
out and then I'm gonna through you over my shoulder and carry you
home where you belong. There is no escaping it. We'll be together ...
soon.
The
next day he boarded up his bathroom window. There was no way
she was getting in here. Another text.
This will do you no
good. I know where you live remember? I am going to take you ...
soon.
She was right. He had to get away. He knew just
where to go too. His friend had a vacation home by the lake. He could
hide out there for a few days. The
cabin was a small peaceful space. It set nestled along the north side
of the lake a handful of other cabins which were all about a mile
away from each other. Two days of quiet reflection in its sheltered
embrace drove all but the most fleeting thoughts of her from his
mind. The third night, as he slept, there was a loud
crash. Frightened
he ran out of the bedroom and saw a large, feminine form climbing
into the cabin - through the bathroom window! It was her; it had to
be, but how? How could she know? He didn't have time to think about
it though. The figure saw him and ran with surprising and frightening
speed. His immobilized brain had only gotten him to run a few steps
before he felt her arm around his neck. A great pressure, like a
vise, began to engulf him making it harder and harder to
breath. "Hello Lover." The voice was deep and rich like
honey, powerful, mysterious and alluring. "I've been waiting for
this moment for a long time. Ever since I first saw you at the party
your friend threw her a few months back. I saw you, all shy and
timid, being forced out to socialize for a bit. At that moment I
knew, I knew I had to have you. "Your
friend had drunkenly bragged about his life in the city over and over
again so finding you was never a problem. Neither was getting your
phone away from you at the other party so I could find your number. I
learned all about you Matthew, I knew if I scared you enough you'd
come running out here. You see I live just one cabin over so
I've had plenty of time to study this place and get my plan just
right." He was finding it harder and harder to focus. He also
found his captor was making his penis grow harder and harder as well.
Dots played before his eyes and he began to slip into forceful sleep.
She stopped just short of a total knockout however. "I
need you awake for this," she told him, "So you can see there's
no escape." His whole body had gone limp turning him into
nothing more than a doll in her arms. Without any real effort at all
she flung him over her shoulder and walked out the front door. Down
the old dirt road she went as he watched the cabin and his freedom
slip away. "Don't worry lover, we'll be home ... soon."
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