My leather pants rubbed against each other as my feet wore down the beaten path, my victim doing his best to outrun me. He, of course, did not know that I had planned this route, and he was running directly towards my mansion, where he had no chance of getting out unless I let him. He rounded a corner, tripping on a branch, sending him crashing onto the ground, a pained groan ripping out of him. I could have caught him then if I wanted to, but he would put up a fight, and that would only bruise his beautiful skin.
I made extra loud steps, ensuring to step on leaves and branches, and the sound spurred him on. We were almost at my mansion, a guilty gift from my parents after I told them of my social phobia, which wasn't a lie entirely; I just hated most people, but I couldn't let them know. I only tolerated the ones I was attracted to. Those few people often categorized me as a demon, but blaming a girl for having a hobby was the true crime if you asked me.
We rounded another corner, and finally, the secluded mansion came into sight, and my soon-to-be lover sprinted even faster, probably spurred on by the hopes of getting rescued, poor baby. He should have stopped to ask himself why there was such as lavish mansion hundreds of kilometers from any other homes and smack in the middle of what appeared to be a forest. Of course, during the day, he would have seen a dense cluster of man-planted trees, but the night played tricks on one's eyes, and the shadow made the quiet clearing seem like a deadly forest, especially with someone chasing you.
The gate was wide open, which should have been another red flag, but he blew past the gate heading straight for the main door. My partner in crime, who was officially employed as my personal assistant, closed the gate behind us and gave me a thumbs up before locking the door behind me. He had taken advantage of the few minutes I was distracted to hide somewhere in my secluded mansion, but it did not worry me. My caretaker, Meghan, who was, for all purposes, clinically insane, had her own unique and inefficient way of handling things. I walked up to my room needing a shower after the vigorous workout, and unsurprisingly, Leonard, my victim, was handcuffed to a support beam.
I had not seen Meghan, but knowing her after cuffing him to the beam, she might have jumped out of the window because she believed doors were for entering, but never exiting. Leonard tried his best to put some distance between us, but his mobility was greatly restricted. I walked towards him, changing my gait from frantic pursuit to confident predator. He picked up on the subtle change in my gait and frantically renewed his efforts to get away from him. I couldn't help but laugh at his stupidity that had led him into my crosshairs.
Five hours ago
"Catherine! Thank God you finally came here. I am on my third bottle, and let me tell you something," Susan yelled across the private room as soon as she saw me enter.
She did not get the chance to tell me whatever it was she wanted to as she lost her balance, crashing from the table she had been precariously standing on. I was the closest one to her since she had been walking towards me. I stretched out my hands in a split second, catching her midair while she shut her eyes and tensed her body, bracing for impact. It took her another two minutes before it finally dawned on her that she was no longer at risk.
She cracked one eye open to confirm her position as if she was scared that if she confronted the scene fully, she might continue crashing. His breath was saturated with alcohol, making her smell like a brewery. Her bloodshot eyes left very little doubt if you somehow missed the drunken dancing that she was still attempting to do while she was still in my arms. I tried to set her down, but that spurred her to hold on to me tighter, and I did not have enough strength in me to fight off my drunk best friend.
She nestled further into my arms, looking like she was ready to go to bed, and that was where I drew the line. Sure, I had arrived three hours later than our agreed time, but that was only because my father had dragged me to a meeting which had gone overtime. He had generously compensated me with half a million shillings for good behavior, especially during the most important merger our company had ever had. He had, of course, issued several ultimatums, including cutting off my credit cards. I had already experienced poverty for a short time, and I had seen enough of that to last me a lifetime. I therefore had no choice but to put my best foot forward and impress the shareholders and my father. There was no bigger motivator than the fear of poverty.
Susan and I had been best friends since we were three, and we had a to of common interests, and we were in the period of our lives where men were our biggest addiction. Although I had been placed in an orphanage and through my outstanding performance at a young age, the institution had found a sponsor for me. The sponsor in question was Susan's father, and thus began our lifelong friendship. She had been with me when I had nothing and had held my hands when I finally learned about my origins. We had shared our first drink at 16 and our eighteenth birthday, which we happen to also share; we both lost our virginity at the same hotel.
At twenty-two, I was no longer innocent, but there was something about sexy men that threw me off my game. The private room Susan had hired was currently occupied by a dozen models who were shirtless and wore fuzzy ears of different animals and matching tails, Susan's favorite kink, which I did not mind. I preferred mine six feet with muscles, a tattoo, and clad in only a tight miniskirt. There was nothing sexier than a man in a skirt.
The waiter finally came into the room, and ten minutes later, I was being fed alcohol with six of the prettiest masculine boys I had ever seen. I tipped the waiter generously for giving me a taste of heaven and settled down, enjoying the attention of these men as I played with their rock-hard muscles and chiseled abs. Three hours later, I was finally peaking while Susan had considerably sobered up, and my father had started calling, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before bodyguards burst through the door looking to drag me home.
I stumbled to my car after settling the bill and seeing Susan off. The underground parking lot was dark and more silent than usual, and I could feel eyes boring into my back. If I had been even the slightest bit sober, I would have hurried along or gone back to get someone, but alcohol dulled my intelligence. I saw a shadow slide into the back seat of my car as I fastened my seat belt and once again, several reactions ranging from screaming to freezing were available, but I went with calm and collected as I peeled out of the parking lot with a possible murderer in my back seat.
I drove out and finally parked ten minutes away in a secluded park. I had already grabbed my gun from the side compartment hidden from sight, and I felt more confident about the chances of surviving the encounter. He finally took the initiative and wrapped his hands around my neck, and I couldn't help but admire the ripples of his muscles as they closed in around my neck. I dropped the gun and reached for my taser instead. He attacked me first, so everything after was a consequence of his own actions. As soon as the naked charge came into contact with his skin, he jerked back in pain, thrashing around as 50,000 volts of electricity coursed around his body. I gave him an extra jab, although he was now unconscious, just to be on the safe side.
Although I wasn't great with faces, I could still remember him from earlier despite the numerous clothes he had put on. He had been one of the beautiful men who had been arranged for me. If his job was anything to go by, and now attempting to steal from me, then he must have needed money. Men like him were very easy to control, and I, for one, was not one to give up on such an opportunity. I drove him to the edge of my forest and dragged his heavy body down and then waited until he woke up. The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was a chainsaw hovering over his head.
What he did not know was that it was a high-grade toy that I bought because of how realistic it looked. He bolted off after scrambling on the ground for a few minutes. I gave him a one-minute head start because I unlike him, I knew this place like the back of my hand. I only started pursuing it once he got to the designated path.