The day after their last exchange Octavia messaged him back with a screenshot of a reservation screen. Along with a short message that read 'I decided that I needed a break, so in two weeks I'm taking a long weekend at this very remote cabin. I'm sure hope nothing happens to me. PS: I'll be ovulating.' John let out a low whistle, but didn't otherwise respond. He'd hoped she'd decide to play another game or two with him, but this seemed too good to be true, which usually meant that it was. The invitation instantly raised his suspicions, but it also made his dick throb almost painfully in his pants. This was it. The end game, whatever that was. Was she going to try to murder him, or was she just getting desperate to play with him after what had almost certainly been a long and deeply unfufilling series of partners that couldn't give her what she needed?
She was a smart girl, so it was entirely possible the police would be there, he told himself, but for some reason he couldn't make himself care. Instead he pulled up the video from the night he raped Octavia in the parking lot. John needed to rub one out before he could think clearly about this, and he wanted to look at that outraged expression on her face when he came again. After that was done he could track down the details of this place, come up with a plan, and decide if it was worth the risk.
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The day finally arrived, and Octavia pulled up to the cabin in her prius, practically shaking with anticipation as she looked around for signs of anything unusual. Her rapist hadn't made as big a deal about this as she'd thought he would. He'd just told her 'to have fun and be safe.' That alone made her nervous. She knew that he wouldn't miss the opportunity to do terrible things to her, even if he had to know it was a trap. It was a trap that could catch either one of them though. She knew that. That's why she'd come prepared. This was a cabin that was normally used for hunting - so it was more practical than most of the Instgram friendly places she'd browsed on airbnb. Here the only luxuries were that it had electricity and a flush toilet. This place didn't even have internet - which she supposed was a feature some people prefered, but not her.
She'd arrived a day earlier than the email she sent her tormenter showed to make sure she'd have plenty of time to get ready. It was only after a thorough check of the two room cabin, including under the bed and in every closet, refrigerator, loft, and space that was possibly big enough to hide him, that she finally brought her bags inside. The place had good stout deadbolts - but she had something better: a whole pile of self defense weapons. Once she was inside and the door was locked she made sure to put one in every room. The pepper spray went in the toilet paper holder. The stun gun went under her pillow. The knife went in her book by the easy chair. The kitchenette didn't need a weapon - it already had a butcher block.
This was the first and only time in her life she'd regretted her anti gun stance. She would have given anything to have a pistol with her for this. She'd even looked into it - but the state's cooling off period was too long, and she couldn't live with the guilt of knowing that this monster was out there somewhere preying on other women while she waited for the promper forms - so she decided to go with a bigger stun gun instead. The guy at the store had told her this one was big enough to stop anyone in their tracks, so she hoped that was true. Last time she'd been the one zip tied to the bed but this time he'd be the one tied down and begging for his life if she got her way.
Once all of her weapons were in place and she confirmed that every window and door was locked, she started unpacking the food. As beautiful as the forest that surrounded her was, and as picturesque as the cute little town nearby was, she had no plans of leaving her little sanctuary until it was time to return to the city. She'd brought enough for pasta and sandwiches for several days, and a couple good books to keep her from going stir crazy in the absence of her messaging apps - she'd be fine, but hopefully by the end of the weekend her rapist wouldn't be. She still didn't know what she wanted to do exactly once she'd captured him - she was deeply conflicted about that, but she was sure that when the time came she'd know just what to do.
When Octavia went to bed that night she was in a place that was safe and secure in the knowledge that even if he did get inside she was ready. She'd picked the right building in the right location. She'd made sure that everything was locked and shut tight the day before she was even supposed to be here, and she'd planted enough weapons all over the place to ensure that even if he got in here she wouldn't be defenseless. Even with all that though she had trouble actually falling asleep in the unfamiliar bed. It wasn't uncomfortable or anything, it was just that whenever she thought about all her preparations she thought about exactly what would happen if it didn't work. If either her defenses or her nerves failed and he managed to overpower her... The flashes of what happened next were deeply shameful to her, but she couldn't stop them. The only way she managed to finally get it out of her system was to give in and finger herself to a couple small orgasms so she could relax enough to pass out in the knowledge that tonight at least she was perfectly safe.
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John watched the lights go out one at a time through his binoculars, and set a timer for ninety minutes before he pulled his jacket a little tighter. His hunch had been completely right, which made it totally worth it to be out here freezing his balls off. Once he'd tracked down the listing on AirBnB he'd seen that the only days it was booked for until the start of deer season was the weekend Octavia showed him, and the day just before that. As soon as he saw that he was sure that she was trying to give herself an extra day to put one over on him. Too bad she didn't think of that when she was trying to be sneaky... or that two weeks of time between the day she sent her message and the day that she was due to arrive gave him all the time in the world to come book a stay of his own for a night and scout the place out.
John had already had a chance to explore every room. He'd already secured a couple ways in and thought about installing a few cameras - but even if Octavia hadn't noticed them, the owner probably would've. Now all he had to do was wait for his little toy to fall asleep, and then he'd sneak in through the back window and get to work. He chuckled to himself as he remembered watching her make sure everything was locked without bothering to try to open the windows. Just because it wouldn't move because he'd shimmed the cassment from the outside didn't mean the lock actually worked. As soon as he pulled that out the window would slide almost as easily as he was going to slide in that arrogant cunt in an hour.
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Octavia woke up for the fourth time as she heard something creek in the cabin. She'd known that she was on edge, but she had no idea it was going to be this bad. At this pace she was going to be utterly exhausted after the relaxing weekend where she'd told everyone she was going to get away from it all. The last three times she'd gotten up and checked everywhere with a flashlight, but this time she couldn't be bothered. It was an old cabin. It was going to creak, she reminded herself, shutting her eyes again. That was when she heard what distinctly sounded like a shoeless footstep. The sound made her blood freeze, especially when it was followed by a second similar noise. Despite all her efforts someone was in here with her, and there was no doubt in her mind that it was her rapist.
