Set free

Chapter 11 Niko POV

Blood thrummed through my veins as adrenaline kicked in.

I could have stayed silent ! Snuck up on her unaware.

But where was the fun in that ?

I wanted her terrified, her heart beating fast, her breaths quick. I wanted her fear !

The image of her running scared of me did funny things for me that most would consider wrong. f*ck them. Who was anyone to judge another person?

That was why I let her know I was there. That was why I whistled a happy tune to put her off balance. It was why I gave her warning that I knew of her knife. I wanted her ready to try and use it. Not just forgotten in her hand as fear took over. My actions earlier may have given her a different perspective of what was going on here. My body wanted her, my mind even wanted her. But my heart held hatred for her and her family. She needed to know I was not a hero in her story. This was not some steamy love story where I would crumble and fall for her.

Even if I didn't kill her, she would hate me eventually. Even if I did let her live, I was going to take everything else in her life away from her like her father had done to me. She was just a pawn in my quest for revenge. Nothing would be off limits, no morals, no boundaries and, if I saw fit to make her fall for me, just to hurt her father more than so be it. I have yet to make my mind up. All I knew was my body wanted her, woke up around her like she flicked on a light switch whenever she was near.

Twice I have been in her physical presence and twice I have felt things I shouldn't, my body drawn to her. Maybe she was a witch, I mused.

I had gone quiet, the hunt was now on. Dropping quiet , I looked around slowly.

Then there it was, another snap and I grinned like the cat that got the f*cking cream.

Moving, I stuck to the shadows, made sure my feet landed lightly in the dirt beneath my feet. If she kept heading forward, all she would be welcomed with was an unforgiving death of her hope of escaping. There was no escape. She would soon learn that when she saw the drop into the rough sea, it charged at the rocks like a bull.

In front of me I saw something shift, then disappear. In the bedroom she had been wearing a light gray baggy top, and it looked like she hadn't thought of changing it into a darker one. Which made me wonder if she had even bothered with shoes or trousers. The thought displeased me for whatever reason I couldn't comprehend.

I saw the light clothing veer left and followed suit.

I saw her pause and look around, so I ducked under the cover of a tree. Unlike her, my clothing was dark and easy to hide.

I gained space on her when I started moving again, and now I could hear her harsh breathing. She was no further than maybe five or six feet away. This close, I could see her more clearly and could see she hadn't prepared for a runaway, she hadn't gotten any shoes or anything rookie mistake, which shows she left in a panic. The glint of the knife in her hand made me smirk.

I turned and dipped down, so I was lower than her initial line of sight.

" Angel" I called, above a whisper but not shouting. I heard her gasp and her body swung around, her eyes darting everywhere, frantically looking for me and, as I thought, she never looked down. Didn't even comprehend that I could be ducked down. Her hand came up shaking the knife, pointing out ready to strike.

" Angel " I whispered again and then moved, standing and walking slowly between the trees to hide myself, as I came up beside her. She had frozen on the spot, fear planting her feet.

When I had managed to move to now the back of her undetected. I leaned against a tree still out of sight and started my happy tune whistling again. She screeched and whipped around, and I stopped. Paused and watched.

" Ssss .. stop it "she stammered.

I almost let out a dark laugh as something dark and sinister rocked through me, a zip line to my c*ck making it stir.

She started moving backwards, slow steps. That was when I noticed she limped a little, my eyes narrowed at the action zoning in on her legs. She moved her feet fine, and she seemed to limp when she put weight on her left leg. What had the little bunny done ?

Her back hit a tree, and she shrunk back into it, the knife still pointed out. Smirking, I started to move again, taking a wider circle as her head whipped back and forth. I waited until she looked elsewhere before moving from one tree to the next until I was directly behind the tree she was leaning on.

" P... p.. ple.. please " she whimpered. Emotions chocked her words from leaving her mouth properly. From here I could practically smell the fear rolling off of her. I inhaled softly so she didn't hear me and closed my eyes at the euphoria. I could only describe it as the feeling you get when you hold all the power. When you have a gun pointed directly at your target's head, they plead for their life. There was no greater power than that. When you hold someone's fate, someone's last breath in the palm of your hand.

Getting closer, I stood directly at the side of her. I could see the pulse in her neck jumping the rapid rise and fall of her breath as she gasped, trying to calm her racing heart. Her fingers kept flexing on the blade in her hand. I tilted my head. Did she not sense how close to danger she was ?

" Angel " I called to her, and she froze. She went still before she reacted and spun, slashing the knife through the air like a mad woman.