2:00 AM flashes on the bedside clock when I'm punched awake by a painful cramp forming in my lower regions.

I shake myself to clear the fog from my mind. My head is fuzzy, and my throat and back are killing me. I push myself up and sit on the mattress, cringing when I notice moisture seeping from between my thighs.

Did I pee?

Reaching down between my legs, I swipe a finger just below my core and find a clear, slick substance. Raising my hand to my nose and sniffing gently, I'm relieved when the smell is not the acidity of urine but something slightly sweet, musky even.

Climbing off the bed, I almost double over when another cramp hits me as I make my way across the wooden floor to the bathroom. Pushing open the barn door, I jump when I hear a thud coming from outside towards the porch below.

Locating my robe hanging on the hook in the bathroom I wrap the soft material around my nightdress. I shiver from the additional clothing, my skin sensitive, and head out of the room to investigate. Gripping the handrail firmly I move down the stairs, almost losing my footing when I cramp again. I can't hold back the moan, and my knees buckle from the pain. Inhaling deeply, I count to five before righting myself and getting to the bottom.

Treading carefully across the wooden floorboards, I grab the iron poker sitting next to the fireplace and edge towards the front door, my ears primed, listening for the sound.

After 3 minutes of silence and another painful cramp, I slowly unlock the door and open it a fraction, peering out, the poker ready for the attack.

Nothing, the porch is empty.

Is that asshole Russell messing with me?

Pushing it fully open, I'm hit with a mouth-watering smell, the scent fresh and metallic. Eyes searching for the source, I peer down and see a lump of something red sitting on the welcome mat.

Turning on the porch light to get a better look, I scream as my eyes land on what looks like a heart lying on the floor.

Falling back from the shock, my mind spins and struggles to clear. Again, I count to five and scramble my way back inside, closing the door with my foot and jumping up to turn the lock.

These pranks have gone too far, first a rabbit, then a raccoon, now this, what is it, a bear's heart or something else?

Breathing deeply, I raise my hand to hit the side of my head, attempting to clear my jumbled thoughts. My brain is a mess, and I struggle to focus, my body suddenly feeling hot. I force myself upstairs and grab my phone, ready to dial 911, cursing when I notice it's FLAT! I must have forgotten to charge it.

Swaying slightly, I hobble towards the closet, not bothering to wait, and remove my suitcase, throwing it on the bed. I reach out, open it and grab all my clothes from inside the dresser.

I'm not staying here, FUCK that!

Cursing aloud when I cramp again, clear fluid running down my legs, I repeatedly blink to gain my bearings before continuing. Hearing another loud bang, I move to the bedroom door closing it. With my heart pounding in my chest, I lean against the wood and listen.

"If that's you Russell, I suggest you leave immediately. I've already called the sheriff's office, and they're sending someone up here right away." I lie, fear continuing to mount. My head thuds with pain and another wave of heat smashes into me.

Not hearing anything further, I turn back to the bed to finish loading my clothes. I whimper when my lower body cramps again, more wetness pooling between my thighs, my core aching. I lift my eyes briefly towards the bathroom, knowing I need to clean myself and take a backward step when I see a large shape emerging from the open window.

Pivoting on my heel and leaving my things on the bed, I push myself to the bedroom door reaching for the handle and turning it. Before I can open it, a massive arm grabs me around the waist, and I'm pinned against the wood by their body.

The pressure and heat of a large mass behind me are immense, their frame surrounding me as I struggle to breathe.

A scent overwhelms me, the smell familiar, and my core pulses with want and a manic desire to be filled. I have no idea what's happening to me, but my body screams to be touched.

Tears fill my eyes, fear coursing through my veins like ice shards piercing at my lack of control. I attempt to buck my body to push him off me, but he's like steel and won't budge.

"Please," I beg.

I should have gone straight to the police last night. Stupid, stupid idiot!

"Please, you don't have to do this." But everything inside me is screaming otherwise. I want to curl into his flesh so that I can stop the ache within me and between my thighs.

Moving my head slightly to the side, I come face to face with a bloody hand, the heart from the porch resting in-between their massive fingers.

"I'm sorry, Ru-," I sob, my voice breaking as his arm tightens around me at the mention of his name.

"Do you not like my gifts?" His voice growls, feral, distorted.

I'm struggling to breathe, the pressure around my waist is causing my lungs to tighten from the lack of air, and I'm getting light-headed.

"I don-don't understand. What gifts?" I stutter. My eyes are cloudy with tears and desire.

I feel him bend and touch his face in my hair, breathing me in, his body moving even closer. I don't remember Russell being this tall. At that thought, I notice a considerable, solid pressure prodding against my back.

Dropping the organ on the floor, he moves his hand to my robe, tearing at the tie and ripping it off my shoulders, leaving me exposed and only in a short nightgown.

I don't understand, what gifts? I repeat in my head, trying to make sense of his words, my lower back cramping again and causing more fluid to run down my legs.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about what happened in the parking lot, but PLEASE, PLEASE."

"Shhhh, won't hurt," he purrs, voice still gravelly, "it will be better soon, help you through the heat."

Forcing my nightgown up above my thighs, growling in my hair, his massive hands move to my legs, prying them apart, his length, wet at the tip, sliding against my slick entrance.

Oh my God! I'm going to die from need. My body screams again, and all I want is for it to end.

"Say yes." His voice is guttural, asking my permission to proceed.

I cramp again and groan. I think I have given Russell permission, but I can't remember. My focus is solely on the thick meat pulsing for entrance.

"Say yes." He repeats, and I almost scream at him for making me wait.

"Yes!" I manage to get out and wait to be relieved from the pain inside finally. When nothing happens straight away, I wet my lips and try to speak again. "Please," but before I can finish my plea, with one solid push, I'm impaled.

Pleasure rips through me as he forces himself inside, the wetness from before only assisting with his assault.

I'm fucked, literally. My mind is warring with my body. Disgust and relief fight for dominance as Russell moves further inside me. I try to shift a little, my face wedged up against the door pane and my hands clawing at anything I can reach.

I feel him move his hands to my hips to hold me still, his fingers digging into my tender flesh as he forces himself deeper inside.

I can hear rumbling sounds, almost like gentle purrs coming from behind me. The noise shifts my panic to some sense of calm resignation, my brain becoming hazy at the sound. It's like my body is submitting, craving his dominance, and my head is too foggy to fight it.

I have never been this whole, his cock so deep, reaching uncharted areas.

His massive body, which I'm just realizing is completely naked, is so hot against my back, scalding even as he holds himself tight inside.

He doesn't move for several breaths; he stands patiently behind me, purring, almost like he's waiting for something.

The fogginess in my head clears a little, and I feel an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, my body loosening as some of the tension recedes.

Breathing heavily, he moves his right hand from my hip, using it to tug my hair aside to provide access to my neck.

My heart starts pounding again, the heaviness in my head clearing. I want him to move but tense when he pulls me closer, his body curling over the top of mine and his wet tongue tracing my collarbone, right over my-.

Pain takes over as his teeth pierce my skin.

He's opening the scars!

Pleasure floods my senses, overriding the pain and fear. He starts moving his hips, teeth still embedded in my flesh as he sucks.

My eyes roll back, and I'm lost to the sensations of his mouth and cock that I arch into him, providing better access, disgusted with my actions but overwhelmed with the need for more.

More, more, more.

We move in sync, his balls slapping against my pussy as we grind against each other.

He grunts and forces himself deeper, if that's possible, our bodies one as the pressure mounts.

My mind is still fighting for control; this doesn't seem right. It's sooooo wrong, but I'm too weak to fight it. My mind is crazed with lust as my body is a slave to the onslaught.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I scream for more and move with him, pushing as he pulls.

Then everything explodes, lights bursting behind my eyes. I can hear him roaring from behind me as he releases himself inside.

Panting, I try to catch my breath as I come down from the biggest climax I have ever experienced.

What the fuck just happened. How could I want the asshole to touch me? What's wrong with me?

"Doe Eyes," he whispers as he moves, our mingled fluids gushing down my legs as he twists us, our bodies still joined, a pressure in my core.

Doe Eyes?

Turning my head, I come face to face with my stranger. Then everything turns black.

Not Russell.