The Fall Of innocents'

Chapter 2:Through The window Of Anticipation

As the sound of the door clicking shut filled my ears I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. My hands are moving to pat the outer sides of my thighs. I think to myself about how terribly that could have gone, but at the same time, I was thankful it went as smoothly as it did.

I knew I had to sit down somewhere, my hands were beginning to shake from the sheer excitement at the thought that I was so close to wrapping my hands around her perfect pale throat. At that moment I had remembered how we had built a little watchtower that looked into the woods just a few years ago.

A dangerously obsessive thought appeared.. Now that's just perfect. I can see exactly what she is up to at all times.

"Well, first, let's get to her emotions," I couldn't help but mutter to myself. My hands clenching into fists then unclenching as my mind ran wild, "but how?"

I began to walk around, my feet taking me from the front of the door I was stood at. Down the familiar streets I had grown to know as home. My mind wandered a million miles in thought. "Let's not scare her away. Let's start simple.. The bracelet she made for my graduation should get the first domino going."

I smirked to myself, oh just how much fun I would have with her. Almost instantly my feet moved, turning me around and walking in a different direction. The smirk that had been placed in my face growing wider. I had tracked for about 20 minutes to the tower, which had once been fully built and visible in the opening of the woods. Looming as if it was the last line of defense between the world and her house.

But now it was in shambles. With it being barely visible from all the trees around it. Vines creeping on it, not that I mind; it just made things even more perfect after all. The tower was only meant to be used to look more into the woods rather than into peoples houses.

"Damn, it got dark already?" I muttered to myself. Furnishing that home and the miniature tour with Daisy made me lose track of time, "Hopefully, the flashlight and binoculars are still there."

I climbed up into the tower, to the second floor and let out a sigh of disappointment. They both weren't there at all, but the little preserved dandelion and daisy bracelet was. It was exactly safe and tucked away in the wooden box we made. It even had the faint carvings of 'oni <3 daisy' on the top.

"Well. I'll be taking this with me, that's for sure," I remarked as I made my way down the tower being careful of my step, seeing at the place felt as if it'd collapse any moment. I started walking back towards her house but stopped a few yards away.

I looked through her second-story window to see her fully undressed. I could feel my chest tightening as the blood rushed down to my cock. The feeling of my breath being held back in my chest wasn't easily missed either. The sudden dryness I felt in my throat as it tightened. God she is perfect. . "God fuck! Look at her.. So perfectly breedable and oblivious... fuck... my little daisy looks so good."

I could feel the way my body was itching to go up there, to push past those windows and ravish her. To turn her beautiful white skin black and blue, to cover her with my teeth. "I don't care what the fuck happens. She will be mine and only mine; I'll ensure it even if I have to eliminate any other men chasing her. Daisy is only meant for my eyes."

My hands rushed down and grabbed my phone, my fingers moving too fast to be normal as I rushed to text her.

'Hey, it's Oni. I'm checking to see if you are satisfied with the home and have settled in.'

I watched eagerly as she went over her hand reaching out to pick the phone up to respond. Yet she didn't... at all.

She just looked over at the message and went to leave the window frame. I cursed under my breath. "Fucking stupid whore, you want to ignore me? You wanna play games? Fine, let's play some games."

I hissed under my breath, but I calmed down after a moment. Taking a quick deep breath. It didn't matter if she didn't respond. I still had an excellent show.

Walking up, I pulled out a piece of paper I managed to get out of my pocket. Writing a small note that said:

'I've been waiting for you. im glad my patience paid off.'

I attached the letter to the bracelet and threw it so it made a soft thud against her window. It landed softly on the edge, and just as quickly as I threw it, I slinked back into the shadows. So that I could wait and see how the events unfolded.

Seconds and minutes went by, but to me it felt like hours. After moment went by I began to feel all hope slowly fade and disappear, the thought of going away turned into a good idea.

Until a slight creak of the window sounded. I kept looking intently as I saw her open the window and pick up the bracelet. That beautifully sweet smile immediately changed, her face being crossed with anxious concern and worry as she read the note.

I could tell her heart was pounding with fear with how her eyes darted around the area, looking for any sign of whoever left the note. Which somehow turned me on. Still, as much as she was fearful, she was also turning red from the thought of being watched. Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink to red that made my blood rush once more, and in that instant, I knew it turned her on. Knowing that even though she didn't know anyone, someone out there knew her and wanted her.

I left before anything else happened and walked home smiling, knowing that from now on, she would be thinking of the note and wondering..

Who wrote this? Why?How?Do I have a stalker? A lover?

She would have her mind race with these thoughts, and they would keep her up. Making her nervous, fearful, hot and bothered. Yet I didn't care how she felt because who truly needed to think those thoughts when they would know very soon. They would feel everything soon, too.

She would feel me snatch her from the dark inside of her home as I covered her mouth. My body pushed against hers as I pressed her against me, and my fingers would slowly make it to her pussy. Fingering her till she used that angelic throat of hers and let out the little whimpers of pleasure that I yearn to hear.

But at the moment, those thoughts I had didn't matter because I had her exactly where I wanted. From now on, her life would never be the same. No matter how much she wanted it to be.