I'm jogging through the night, the constant jingling on my neck has me feeling like I'm a little kitten... it's annoying. I can already tell that it'll give my position away, rather sooner than later. My nipples are little rocks, it's bloody cold tonight. Goosebumps cover my whole body, and my feet slip and slide on the muddy ground. Thankfully it stopped raining before he came to play with me. I can hear a small whistle not far behind me and step up my tempo, constantly searching for a place to hide. I spot a high stand close by and climb up the small ladder, before crouching on top of it.
His steps are deafening on the fallen leaves that're covering the ground he walks on. As soon as he steps into my view, I completely stop breathing. The fear of him catching me up here makes me freeze on point. My naked body is so pale that it shines in the moonlight that's breaking through the treetops, one slight turn of his head and he'd spot me immediately. The high stand cracks under my weight and I'm afraid it'll crash down any second but surprisingly it doesn't. As the wood cracks loudly, the masked man stops in his movements and holds still. He's waiting for another sound of me to give away my position, I can feel it. He must feel it too, the tension in the air. But shockingly he keeps on walking before he's out of my sight.
I exhale loudly, calmed down now, when a hand gets wrapped around my neck from behind. My surprised squeak gets stuck in my throat as he coos into my ear "Guess I caught myself a little kitten, isn't that right?" I begin to squirm, jump forward but his massive body keeps me in place. "Nuh uh. Caught it, keep it. You don't fucking dare to move. Understood?" I respond with a small nod. "Good. Hold still." He climbs around to the front, his hand leaves my neck only for a second before he grabs it again, even tighter this time. He brings his masked face close to mine, sniffing on me. "I can smell the fear on you, can smell the arousal too. You're soaked for me, aren't you, little one? Are you wet for your masked nightmare, ready to get used and abused however he desires?" A whimper crawls up my throat and leaves my mouth breathlessly. "If I'd reach down now, would I find you ready for me? Would it be easy to insert myself into that throbbing mess I claimed for myself? That's my pussy now, baby, mine. And I get to decide how it's pleasured. You have no vote on this, because toys do not get to vote, they get played with. Isn't that fucking right, toy?"
"Yes, Sir." My voice is shaking, my eyes halfway closed before they suddenly grow wide as he lightly slaps my face while shaking his head. Shame floods my body. What did I do wrong? Didn't I just give him the answer he wanted? Why is he looking at me with a sudden disappointment. I'm biting my lip, thinking about what he might want me to say. "Yes, Daddy," I sob as he squeezes my throat tighter.
