The Last Rejection

Pure and Innocent

(Jousett)

I look down at my dress. I knew if I was going to be chased by a werewolf I needed to be smart and running in this dress was not going to work. I needed something better, but since I had nothing, then I had to improvise.

“Lori, can you use your claws and rip my dress here?” I asked, pointing at an area where I wanted her to rip. She did it and I ripped my skirt enough to move around freely. I was going to be hunted by one of these Greek gods of men, but I was not going to make it easy. They might be supernatural, but none of them do parkour. I looked over at the man with the skull mask and took off my heels and extended them out to him, and he took my heels, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he handed them to the same guy that took my clutch and phone.

“Alright, ladies. You have two minutes to run and hide", the guy in the wolf mask chuckled darkly.

"Let the hunt begin” the man in the wolf mask said, and I looked at the man in the skull mask to see if he was looking at someone specific to hunt, but his eyes were focused on me. He tapped his wrist, letting me know that time was running out, and I smirked, making him tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy before I took off running, accidentally dropping my key, but I didn't stop. I ran out of the building and into the woods. I ran like my life depended on it, but at the same time there was the rush of adrenaline in me. The rush of being hunted was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

The sound of a horn went off, making me look back for a second before I continued running. If someone was going to catch me and claim me, I was going to make sure they worked hard for it. Barefoot, I move with fluid grace through the shadowy forest, my senses heightened by the muffled sounds of rustling leaves and distant wildlife. The cool, damp earth cushions my steps, each movement silent yet precise. With an instinctive burst of energy, I spring forward, pushing off from roots and uneven ground, your muscles taut and responsive.

I spot a fallen tree ahead, its gnarled trunk sprawled across my path like a natural obstacle. Without hesitation, I launch myself into a perfect parkour vault, wrapping my arms around the rough bark and swinging my legs over in a seamless motion. Landing softly on the other side, I roll forward, absorbing the impact with a practiced tumble that keeps me low and agile.

Suddenly, a low-hanging branch dips into my line of sight, an unexpected obstacle in the darkness. Somehow, my eyes caught the faint shimmer of leaves and twigs, a split second before I would have collided. Instinct takes over. I duck sharply, my body instinctively bending as I slide underneath the branch, my head narrowly missing the prickly tips. It’s as if my subconscious knew exactly where to go, guiding me through the shadowed maze with uncanny precision.

The forest seems to close in around me, but my movements remain effortless, a dance of strength and agility. Every leap, every roll, and every low crawl is a testament to my mastery, an instinctive ballet played out beneath the canopy of whispering trees, in a world where only the swift and the skilled survive.

Under the luminous glow of the bright moon, the dark forest feels alive with quiet anticipation. Shadows dance among the trees, but my focus is unwavering. Spotting the towering, ancient willow ahead, I assess its massive trunk and long, sweeping branches that cascade like curtains of green. The gnarled bark offers plenty of handholds and footholds, perfect for my parkour approach. Without hesitation, I sprung forward, launching myself at the trunk with practiced agility. My bare feet find purchase on the uneven surface, toes gripping the textured bark as my hands reach upward.

With a burst of strength, I pull myself up, limbs working in perfect harmony. I propel myself upward, scaling the trunk with confident, fluid movements, each grip and step precise, my body flowing seamlessly from one hold to the next.

Reaching a sturdy branch, I took a deep breath. The moonlight bathes the leaves and branches in a silver glow, illuminating my path and casting shimmering shadows beneath me. The cool night air brushes against my exposed skin as I ascend, my heart pounding with adrenaline and determination.

Finally, perched among the swaying branches, I pause to catch my breath, the vast, moonlit forest stretching out beneath me, an untamed wilderness conquered by my strength and agility, my dress torn yet resilient, catching the light like a badge of my daring ascent.

I hear the sound of running, and I look down to see the guy with the skull mask. He sniffs the air and looks around. He looks up at the tree, but I hide and the fact that I’m wearing black, and it’s nighttime, helps. He chuckles lowly and takes off running again. Carefully, I survey the descent, my eyes locking onto a sturdy, downward-sloping branch within reach. With a measured breath, I push off from my perch, my body instinctively moving into a fluid, controlled motion. Using my core strength and parkour expertise, I leap gracefully toward the branch, hands grabbing hold with precision, fingers wrapping tightly around the textured bark.

Swinging my legs up, I plant my feet firmly on the branch, balancing effortlessly. From there, I push off again, executing a series of seamless, acrobatic moves, swinging from branch to branch, my body flowing like water through the dark canopy. Each movement is calculated, conserving energy yet maintaining elegance. When I jumped down, I landed in a crouching position. I stood to run but froze when I heard someone chuckling. I turned to look at him. He was still in the bushes, but I could see the mask.

“The rule is, if you catch me, you claim me, right?” I asked and he nodded once slowly.

“You saw me. You haven’t caught me” I said.

“Yet” he growled. His voice was deep and animalistic. His voice sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I turned and took off, running like a bat out of hell. I heard him growl, but I didn’t stop. I continued running and took a sharp right. I looked back to see him closing in on me. He reached out, and I jumped up, grabbing a branch and throwing my leg up as he ran right underneath me. He came to a halt and looked around, making me giggle as he looked back, letting out a low growl. I jumped off, rolling through the momentum and ran again.

I continued running when I heard a sound to my left. Suddenly, I was grabbed by the waist and pulled into a hard chest just as a masked man came out. The guy in the skull mask that had caught me and growled at the other masked man, his arms tightening around my waist. The other man steps back and runs off. I looked up at the man in the skull mask and slowly reached up to take off his mask, but he grabbed my wrists and shook his head.

“Don’t I get to see the man that’s going to claim me?” I asked.

“Not yet, little bird” he said. He picked me up bridal style, making me gasp and wrap my arms around his neck. He never took his eyes off of me as he began to walk back to the building.

“How are you going to claim me?” I asked.

“In every way you can imagine. You’re mine, little bird, and I’m never letting you go” he growled, and I blushed. We went into the building and all I could hear was moaning, and grunting, which made me blush even more, but I didn’t look around, I kept my eyes on his. I didn’t even notice when he grabbed my clutch, phone, and heels. He just walked right out the front door of the building. He opened the door to his car and gently placed me inside.

“Is this where you kill me?” I asked. He gently cupped my cheek and looked at me in the eyes.

“I would never hurt you. I rather die” he said and I felt my heart skip a beat. He leaned closer and covered my eyes with his hand before placing his lips on mine. I had never kissed anyone in my life, so I had no idea what to do. He pulled back and then removed his hand from my eyes, and he had his skull mask back on.

“So pure and innocent” he gently touched my cheek.

“Was this your first kiss?” he asked. I nodded.

“Words, little bird. Use your words” he said.

“Y- yes. You’re my first kiss” I said truthfully.

“Good” he said and tapped the tip of my nose with his index finger, then closed the door and jogged around the car and got into the driver’s side. He began to drive, his hand possessively on my thigh. He took me to a massive house somewhere in the woods.

“Where are we?” I asked, looking at him.

“My place. You’re safe here. I promise” he said and I gave him a nod. I reached for the door handle, and he grabbed my hand and with his other hand he shook his index finger ‘no’ at me. He got out of the car, walked around the car and opened the door for me. As soon as I was out, he picked me up bridal style again. He walked inside the mansion and from what little I could see it was beautiful. He walked up the stairs to the fourth floor and into a room. He was not out of breath or sweating. Once inside the room, he placed me on his California king four-post bed. He went into what I assumed was his closet and came out with five ties. I arched an eyebrow as I looked at him only for him to chuckle.

“You’re mine to claim little bird and I’m going to make sure you enjoy it as much as me” he said. He grabbed a tie and covered my eyes. He then helped me stand and slowly began to undress me. Goosebumps rose all over my body as he slowly exposed my body for him to see. My chest rose and fell a bit rapidly. I was nervous but for some reason everything in me trusted this masked man.

He slowly kissed my exposed skin before taking off my bra and thong, then laid me back down. He brought my hands above my head and placed soft kisses on my wrists before tying my wrists then he kissed his way down my body but not kissing where I want him to kiss me. When he reached my ankles, he kissed them before tying them to the bed post.

“What’s your name?” I asked breathlessly. At least I want to know the name of the man who’s going to claim me and the name I’m going to be screaming.

“Kyle, little bird. My name is Kyle” he said.

“Kyle” I said breathlessly and I heard him growl in approval. He kissed his was up my body making my back arch and everywhere he touched it was like he was setting my body on fire. A soft gasp left my lips which made him chuckle.

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