EroticReverie

Anastasia ….

Classes have been cancelled all week. Detectives still working the scene , news reporters outside the building every morning.

Every student and faculty was questioned. And I wasn’t stupid. I knew telling them I was fucking Miles would make me a person of interest in some way. But lying about it and then finding out , would only make it more suspicious. So, when asked if I was close to Miles like “some of the girls” are they’d said. I’d answered honestly. And I told them everything, other than the fact that I was screwing him because he blackmailed me with loose threats, or the fact I know exactly who’d killed him, because I didn’t know , did I? I had no name. The only name I had for him was rapist …psychopath….and now….killer. 

Apparently , word was spreading that several girls in his class were “romantically” linked to him. Our names weren’t being leaked , but it was on the news that it was suspected it was a crime of a scorn lover, due to the fucking note left in blood on the windows. “YOURE MINE LITTLE BALLERINA” 

After disposing of his fucking rose and note. I contemplate telling the police about everything that I left out. But it could further disrupt my path. Would I even be allowed to still stay here if they found out I was the reason Miles was dead? 

We were expected to be able to return to normally scheduled classes next week. And in the meantime , it was basically an extended vacation until further notice. 

I grab my purse, and my phone and head out. And decide I’m willing to risk a psychopath breaking into my apartment repeatedly over losing my chance of staying here.  

I felt a bit guilty though. The relief i'd felt after the shock of seeing Miles in his own blood. His dead eyes staring at the ceiling. His throat with a gash from one side to the other, in a puddle of blood that had started to congeal and made the entire studio smell of metal.  I was relieved.  I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to force myself to give my body to him. He couldn’t use me anymore. The guilt made me angry, because it was the psychos fault. I owed my fucking relief to HIM.  He was the reason I didn’t have to worry anymore about Miles using sex to threaten me with keeping my spot in the program. How had he even known what Miles had done with me? 

My mind races and races and I shake my head trying to toss the thoughts from my head. Because if I tried to get in the mind of a fucking psychopath I’d probably end up crazy myself. 

I take the subway , to an open dance studio , where you can pay to use the dance rooms. There’s a few smaller rooms , none with bars, but I pay for the private room. And wait out the next thirty minutes until the person currently in there is done. 

When my turn comes, I enter. Set up my speaker and turn on the music we’re currently dancing to in class. It’s the typical music of The Nutcracker ballet. Yes, I was hoping for something different , but that was the choice for the programs show this year in Winter. 

I ready my shoes , put my toe pads on and slip them on. When the door opens , I don’t even bother looking up. 

“I have the room for an hour.” I say as I secure one shoe on my foot and then work on the other. The door shuts and I sigh and keep working on my other shoe. I stand and push on my tip toes on one foot and bend the sole of my shoe, till they feel right on my feet. 

I tilt my head from one side to the other and begin to stretch. After a few minutes , I turn around and walk to the center of the floor, looking down as I walk, running through the dance in my head and then lift my head to the wall of mirrors and my entire body tenses. 

I don’t say a thing. I just stand there. In fucking horror as I look at him. Im terrified , but also pissed off.  He’s terrorized me now for months. 

I want to beg for my life while also wanting to slap him across the face. 

“Hello Little Ballerina” he says and I grit my teeth. I still don’t move. My hands going to fists and I swallow as he pushes off the wall and walks slowly over to me. 

I don’t move. Either from fear or stupidity or both. He walks right over to me. Standing close and looking down at me as I glare at him. 

“You killed Miles.” I say. 

He nods. “Yes.” He answers. “Yes, I did.” 

“I could turn you in.” I say. Stupid. Such a stupid thing to say. Threatening a fucking stalker and a killer. 

“You won’t.” He says and smiles slightly. 

If the man wasn’t an absolute creep, I’d tell you he was hot. I’d tell you his ice colored eyes and dark hair and sharp jaw , and his height, and his frame, I’d tell you all of it was so fucking hot. But I won’t. Because he’s a fucking crazy bastard and the sight of him makes me fucking sick. 

“You’ve been terrorizing me” I say and he cocks his head and frowns. 

“I wouldn’t call it that Little Ballerina” he says and grit my teeth. 

“You raped me and have been stalking me. YOU FOLLOWED ME TO NEW YORK!” I yell, losing it. Losing my fucking mind. 

“Of course I followed you. Did you think I’d let you get away from me?” He asks and steps closer again and i step back. 

“You raped me. You…you took my virginity and you fucking raped me!” I yell at him with a hiss. 

“I only did that because I love you.” He says and I scoff. 

“Youre fucking sick” I hiss at him. 

“Leave me alone. Leave me alone and stay out of my life or I swear I’ll turn you in to the police!” I threaten and he shakes his head. 

“Who would protect you if I was in jail Little Ballerina?” He asks and steps forward again. 

“Protect me?! YOU are what I need protection from you sick fuck!” I yell and he has me cornered in the room and my back hits the corner of the wall making me gasp.  He smirks down at me. 

“You never need protection from me, I’d never hurt you.” He says and I shake my head. My anger turning to tears. 

“What do you want from me?” I plead. “Please, just leave me alone” I cry and he lifts a hand and my head goes back and I cringe as he cups my face. 

“I will never leave you alone. I’ll always be here for you Little Ballerina. Anything you want, is yours, anything but leaving you alone.” He says and I jerk my chin from his hand and he groans and crowds me further. 

“Dance for me Little Ballerina” he says and I scowl at him with tears running down my cheeks. 

“I love watching you dance” he says and then places a hand on my neck and I suck in a breath as his hand wraps around it. Not squeezing, just placing it there as he leans down and I tremble. 

“Please, just leave me alone” I cry and he shakes his head. 

“No.” He says simply and I cry harder and he hushes me and I whimper as he kisses my cheek , my head jerking and his hand on my throat , grabbing my jaw gently to turn my face to him. 

“You didn’t even say thank you for your gift” he says and I cry harder. 

“I didn’t ask you to kill him” I cry. 

“No. He asked me to. By putting his fucking hands and dick where they didn’t fucking belong.” He growls. 

I close my eyes and he rubs his thumb over my lower lip. 

“Did you enjoy letting him fuck you Anastasia?” He growls low and angrily. 

I shake my head. 

“Then…you’re welcome.” He says and I hiccup on a cry. 

“Nobody touches you. Except for me. Remember that the next time you let another man lay his hands on you. Remember what you saw, him laying in his blood. Because that’s exactly what will happen to anyone who fucking touches you.” 

“Let another man touch what’s mine again, and I’ll fuck you as a reminder of who you belong to.” 

“You mean rape” I cry. “You’ll rape me” 

“Call it whatever you’d like Little Ballerina.” He says and his mouth brushes mine and I whimper. Turning my head and he pushes his mouth to my ear. 

“Give me a reason to feel you from the inside again Anastasia, I dare you.” He groans. 

“I fucking hate you” I growl through my teeth as I cry. 

“No you don’t” he whispers. “Youre angry with me, because you don’t realize yet how lucky you are to belong to me. Nobody will ever touch you. Nobody will ever hurt you. And I’m going to make sure your little ballerina dreams come true.” He whispers and then groans against my ear and I gasp as he kisses me softly below my ear on my neck. 

“The next time I make love to you Little Ballerina, you’ll be begging for my cock inside of you” he groans and licks my fucking neck and I cringe and grit my teeth. 

“Youre out of your FUCKING mind!” I hiss. 

“Mmmm, just a little bit” he says and bites my neck and sucks hard and I push at his chest. But he doesn’t move and I screech as he bites again and he groans as I try to move. But his body has me locked in and my legs can’t even lift to try to kick him in the dick. My hands scratch at his chest and I reach up as his tongue licks my neck and I claw the side of his face and he scowls and growls at me and I yelp because now he was really going to hurt me. 

“Clearly you need more time” he says and steps back and lifts a hand to his face and I’m satisfied with the small trickle of his blood on his cheek that one of my nails was responsible for. He smirks at this thumb when he swipes it over his cheek and looks at his blood. 

“That wasn’t very nice Little Ballerina” he says and I swallow. My cheeks wet with tears as I lift my chin. He smirks and I gasp as he lifts his hand. But he doesn’t hit me. He smears the bit of his blood over my mouth and shoves his thumb right into my gasping mouth. 

“Anything to be inside of you , my lovely Little Ballerina” he groans as he pushes his blood over my tongue and I can taste it. Just a hint of it and I bite down on his finger and he growls and drags his finger out of my mouth and growls even louder and pants as he looks at me. 

“You’re incredibly sexy when you’re angry with me Little Ballerina” he says and licks his lips. 

“Youre fucking crazy” I glare at him and wipe the back of my hand over my lips and spit to the side and he groans and then grabs my throat again and I whimper. He squeezes this time. Just a little bit. 

“You…make me crazy” he breathes , as if it’s all turning him on. It probably is , the sick fuck. 

He brings his mouth close and then drags his tongue up the side of my cheek and I wince and growl as he then bites my cheek. Not hard, but hard enough and I shove at him and shake my head. 

“Get the fuck away from me!” I yell and she smirks and steps back. 

“I’ll give you more time.” He says. 

“Fuck you!” I yell at his back as he turns and walks toward the door. 

“Stay away from me!” I yell at him and he turns his head once at the door. 

“I’ll see you soon Little Ballerina” he says, before stepping out the door and disappearing again.