Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 31 The sound that wakes me is just a creaking floorboard, but after everything I've been through since I got back to Agony Hollow it might as well be a gunshot. My eyes pop open, heart giving a hard, panicked thump inside my chest as my brain scrambles to position me in space and time. My roommate is snoring in her bed a few feet away, so that makes this the GAZ sorority house. Last thing I remember is falling asleep during an episode of The Kardashians. That makes this Monday night, or possibly Tuesday morning.

I work my way back through the rest of Monday-the two bottles of wine that me and Melissa shared, junk food, the multiple unsuccessful study sessions that led me to consume all the empty calories and booze. Then Sunday, when I was bleeding, cranky, depressed, and hungover. I kept thinking about what Bastian had said about my depleted serotonin levels. Thinks he's so fucking smart. Because he is, and it pisses me off. I hear another creak, like someone trying to sneak down the hall. Fuck. What if it's Kai? He's probably pissed off I haven't turned my phone back on so he can harass me online.

Now he's come to do it in person. My first instinct is to call out to Melissa, but what if it's a sorority girl on a bathroom break? It's not against the law to leave your room at night. And if I woke up my friend, she'll wonder why the hell I'm such a scaredy cat. I strain for another sound, but there's just silence past the door. Must have been my imagination. I huff out a breath and roll myself tighter in my sheets, turning my back so I don't keep staring at the door, waiting for it to open. Except it does. I try to convince myself I'm hearing things.

Locking up my muscles so I don't roll over to look. But, swear to God, I can hear the fibers in the carpet being crushed under someone's weight. Just your imagination. Maybe you should get your head ex⁠- "Haven." My throat locks around a gasp as I fling myself onto my back. Terror seizes my body, paralyzing me. A tall, slim figure stands near the foot of my bed, silhouetted by the hallway light. Darkness obscures his features, but I know who it is. Professor Rooke. He heard my silent pleas.

I've been longing for him-for his kiss, his touch, his cock-every day, but now that he's here, I'm terrified. I don't want it. I don't want him. But I know he won't leave without getting what he came for. The shadow sticks out his arm, long fingers touching my ankle. They slick wetly over my skin, up my leg. Curving toward my inner thigh. I must have kicked the sheets off, because they're tangled at the foot of my bed, offering no protection against his sinister touch. Those fingers slide up higher, higher, leaving a cool, tingling trail of wetness in their wake. I smell blood.

No, no, no, no! His fingers are coated, soaked, dripping with blood. Whose? Oh God. He killed Kai, and now he's come to finish the job so no one will know what we did last night. I let out a desperate whimper when his fingers dip between my legs. Stroking me. Teasing me. It feels so fucking good that for a second, I stop fighting him. Even the fear subsides just enough to allow a swell of pleasure to ripple through me. Doesn't last long. Never does. Something slaps down beside me, on the other side of the bed. I roll my head, staring wide-eyed at the strong hand sliding closer to me.

Kai is under the bed. I want to scream, but all my air is trapped inside my lungs. My body is locked in place, and I can only howl silently in wild panic as Kai's fingers scrape over my wrist, my stomach. "Heavenly." His voice is a rasp from a hidden mouth lurking in the darkness under my bed. But I can feel the hate radiating off his skin as grabs the flesh of my stomach, twisting like he wants to rip it off. In contrast, Bastian's gentle caresses over my aching, tingling pussy are so delicate, so tempting. I'm getting wet for him. But Kai's painful grip is making my mouth dry.

Kai's second arm slaps down on the mattress, and he drags himself out from under the bed. Naked. Glistening. Not with sweat, but blood. His whole body is coated in blood. It slicks his messy hair down his forehead. It drips from his nose onto the white sheets. Onto my arm. Onto my bare chest as he crouches beside me like one of Professor Rooke's disturbing paintings he showed us in class. The mattress dips on my other side as Bastian slides onto the bed. He's still only a shadow, starkly silhouetted by the hallway light as he straddles me.

That's when I realize Kai's not trying to rip out my stomach. He's holding me down. Why bother when I already can't move? My labored breath feels hot and sticky in my throat as my gaze switches back to Kai. He ducks his head, his wet nose dragging over the side of my neck. ...I smell him on you, like he's soaked into your skin... His lips tease my skin. Then his teeth. Scraping gently. Then harder. Harder. Bastian's cock replaces his fingers. Still teasing. Stroking. And I mentally beg him to push into me, to thrust so hard and so deep that I'll break inside and bleed out.

Because then it'll be over. And I can finally stop. Stop fighting. Stop hurting. Stop...being. Kai opens his mouth wide, and slides his lips to my throat. His blood-wet hair blocks my view of Bastian, and when he clamps his teeth shut, he blocks my windpipe too. My arms are too heavy to fight them. My body limp as Bastian drives into me with a hard, violent thrust. "Haven!" Bastian calls my name. Urgent, but quiet. Like he doesn't want to trigger Kai into ripping out my throat as he fucks me. "Haven!" My gaze darts to the corner of the room nearest me, just a foot or two away from my bed.

To those inky shadows, where the voice came from. There's someone standing there. Not even a silhouette, just a vague sense of volume in the dark. Presence like an aura. A presence tainted by evil and the corrosive stench of burning chemicals. Kai's teeth dig deeper. Bastian fucks me even harder. My body starts convulsing. In pleasure? In pain? From loss of oxygen? Because I'm losing my fucking mind? Bastian grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at his blanked out face. And he's keeping me from staring into the corner of the room, where whoever's standing there is stepping forward, into the light.

I don't want to see them anyhow. Don't want to know. Because they can't be here any more than Kai or Bastian can. I escaped. I fucking escaped! Icy fear pours into my bones. It goes deep. Deep and hard and violent as⁠- "Haven! Wake up!" My eyes shoot open. I would have gasped if Kai's teeth weren't still locked over my throat. But when I scramble up and clap a hand on my skin, there's nothing there. Light blooms beside me as Melissa switches on my lamp. "You okay?" she asks, both of us blinking in the sudden brightness. "Sounds like you were having a nightmare. I think.

I mean, you were moaning a lot..." "Fuck." I stroke my throat, willing away the feel of teeth on my skin. "Haven-" She reaches for me, but I push her hand away. "I'm okay. I'm okay." I pull in a shuddering breath as I try to calm my racing heart. "God, I haven't...I haven't had a nightmare like that since⁠-" Since Bastian's house. Since I left Ashwood Crossing. I should have run faster. Further. I'm in a car, stalled on a railway crossing. Safety belt trapping me. The lights are flashing. The train's coming. I wish it would just hurry and get here already, so this can all be over.

Because who the fuck was I fooling, huh? Actions have consequences. "Shit...Haven...?" The sound of Melissa's soft voice drags my gaze up to her. But she's staring down at the bed. As I shift, I feel wetness. Then I smell the blood. It's all over the sheets, and it looks like I've been fucking disemboweled, that's how much of it there is. I didn't even realize how much I was shaking until I reach out to drag the sheets off the bed. "Fuck," I mumble, my face flashing hot, panicked tingles spearing into my fingertips. "I'm so fucking sorry." "No, but, Haven, are you okay?

That's a lot of⁠-" "Jesus, I'm fine!" I throw my legs over the side of the bed, and Melissa jumps back like I was aiming to kick her. "It's just some fucking blood. You'd swear you've never had your fucking period before." "I didn't⁠-" She cuts off when I shove past her, the bloodied sheets bundled in my arms. The smell is so strong in my nose, I nearly don't make it to the bathroom in time to puke. When I get back to our room, Melissa's gone. No wonder. I wouldn't want to be around me either right now. I'm too fucked up to sleep, so I grab a tampon and go back to the bathroom.

The one I had in slips out like a dead thing before I've even tugged on the string. All I can smell is blood. It's there even when I breathe through my mouth. I want to puke again, but I force it down and clean myself up as best I can with shaking hands. Melissa's back in our room. With a bucket and a pair of neon pink rubber gloves. The smell of detergent hits my nose, but it can hardly compete with the blood. It's like it's soaked into the lining of my nose. She goes to her knees beside the bed as I step into the room. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap.

"What's it look like?" She gives me a frown over her shoulder and then sits back on her heels, her frown becoming concerned. "You sure you're⁠-" I don't know why the fuck I do it. Suppose I'm still riding the hysteria from the nightmare. Still pissed that Kai and Bastian have even found their way into my dreams, so they can torment twenty-four-fucking-seven. From the way she frowns at me, like I've lost my fucking mind, Melissa doesn't know why I grab her robe and drag her away from my bed, either. "Leave it." I snatch the scrub brush out of her hand, tossing it into the soapy water.

"I was just trying to⁠-" "It's my mess, I'll clean it up." She throws her hands in the air. "Why are you being so⁠-" "Leave my stuff alone. Leave me alone. Just-" I swipe a hand through the air. "Just fuck off, okay?" She hugs herself, shaking her head. "Are you still drunk or something? Why are you⁠-" "I don't need you doing shit for me, okay? I can handle this. I can handle Ezra. I can handle whatever the fuck life throws my way. Got it?" "Wow," Melissa mutters, stripping off the gloves and tossing them onto the carpet beside the bucket.

"You're a mean drunk." "Just go back to sleep, Melissa. Dream about some fucking ponies or something." I turn my back on her so I don't have to witness her confusion. So she doesn't have to witness my face scrunching up with silent tears. She brought a stack of clean linen with her, and I drag one of the sheets over the mattress so I don't have to keep looking at it. But the blood immediately starts soaking through like some B-Rate horror movie scene. I grab my AHC tote-I moved it out of the car earlier today in case Kai jerks off in Bastian's Land Rover again-and head downstairs.

No way I'm sleeping again tonight. Might as well catch up on my studying. I turn the corner into the living room and drop my bag when I catch sight of a figure huddled in the shadows beside the fireplace. When I flick on the lights, the figure dissolves into nothing...because it was never there. This ghost is inside my head. Fresh chapters posted on findnovel.net