The Devil's Revenge

Keisha walked into the forest, following after the shadowy figure of the jerk who had flooded her room.

Clouds blocked out any light from the stars or moon, making it difficult to navigate the uneven terrain. The boy seemed unaffected by this as he treaded quickly with unnatural ease, almost like he could clearly see the path before him. Keisha was undeterred however, following albeit clumsily in his wake.

They walked deeper into the forest, the noise of the campout fading into the distance and Keisha wondered where he was going. As far as she knew, there was nothing in these woods other than wild animals and mosquitoes, so what did he want in here? Was he trying to scare her? Did he plan on murdering her and hiding her body?

The ghostly sounds of nocturnal creatures filled the cold air, concealed by the pitch darkness that enveloped the woods. Except for the figure of the boy before her, it was impossible to clearly make out anything, with even the trees presenting as a little more than creepy silhouettes.

Suddenly feeling scared, Keisha stopped in her tracks. "Where are you taking me?"

He didn't even look back at her, instead walking faster. Not wanting to be left alone in the unfamiliar and slightly creepy forest, she quickly chased after him. Struggling to catch up to him, she angrily huffed.

"Where the hell are we going, you asshole?"

He stopped abruptly, causing her to crash into his hard back. Yelping in pain, she shot him a death glare. "Why did you bring me here?"

They'd come to another clearing, this one much smaller than the one where the party was going on. It was a bit easier to see here, as the scanty presence of trees allowed for whatever meagre amount of light that passed through the clouds to reach the forest floor.

"I didn't bring you here," he turned to face her, his voice deep and low. Taking a step toward her, he took a puff from the cigarette he'd been holding and grinned smugly. "You followed me."

Realizing he was right, she simply scoffed indignantly. His towering figure loomed over her and she fought the urge to shrink away as his calculating gaze pierced through her, instead mentally strengthening her resolve to confront him.

Crossing her arms around her chest, she looked directly at his face as she spoke. "You flooded my room. Why? Just to stroke your dumb ego?"

"No. To break yours," he sneered, chuckling darkly. He blew a cloud of smoke in her direction and she frowned in disgust, much to his amusement. "You're a cocky little princess. You needed breaking in."

"Breaking in? Do I look like a pair of shoes to you?"

"Pretty much. You're beneath my feet."

Gritting her teeth, she stepped toward him defiantly. "You must be mistaking me for your saggy balls. Who do you think you are?"

She stood inches away from him, craning her neck just so she could look him in the eye. He seemed unfazed by her hateful glare, grinning condescendingly as he stared her down. He moved closer, maintaining eye contact, willing her to concede.

Refusing to back down, she narrowed her eyes at him. Though she was nervous, feeling hyper-aware of the heat that radiated from his body due to the proximity, she hoped that her expression wouldn't betray her.

"I already told you before, little girl," he gripped her arms and pulled her toward him, and she let out a startled gasp. His face was now less than a hair's breadth away from hers, their noses almost touching. She could clearly see every hair of his long lashes, noticing every detail of his honey brown eyes that burned with an intensity strong enough to make her shiver. Her heart was going at a thousand miles per hour, and she couldn't tell if it was nerves or something else.

"I'm your worst fucking nightmare."

Keisha heard a faint click, and jerked her head down to find her hands restrained in a handcuff. Confused, she tried to break free, stunned that he'd cuffed her so swiftly without her even noticing.

"What the hell? Did you just cuff me?" Keisha snarled angrily, raising her shackled fist to hit his chest. It did nothing as he didn't even flinch, and she punched harder. "Let me go, you maniac!"

Her string of blows was interrupted abruptly as he grabbed her fist mid-air and yanked her hand up, pulling her arms so they were extended above her head. He was much taller than she was, and she had to stand on her tippy toes so that her arms wouldn't hurt as he held them up above her.

Keisha shrieked, appalled by his rash behaviour. Did this brute really just cuff and restrain her like she was some ragdoll? What kind of meth was he on?

She was in a very compromising position, as her body was exposed and unprotected before him, her ample chest lifting higher due to the placement of her arms above her. There still wasn't much distance between them, and she knew he could see the noticeable rise and fall of her bust as she breathed raggedly. Feeling vulnerable, she squirmed in his grip.

"Let go! Unhand me at once!"

Her cries fell on deaf ears, with Luka dragging her in the direction of a nearby oak tree instead. The imposing tree was huge, its lofty branches spreading out in all directions, giving it an eerie aura. Keisha felt panic begin to surge in her chest as he tugged her toward the creepy tree, and she screamed in terror.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Let me go!"

"Shut up," he growled, pushing her against the tree. His tone was dark and threatening, and Keisha couldn't help but whimper in fear. He glared menacingly at her, and she suddenly felt small underneath his icy gaze.

Pulling out a rope from his jacket, Keisha furrowed her brows. Was this boy Mary Poppins or something? First the handcuffs and now a rope, just how many pockets did his leather jacket have?

As if hearing her thoughts, he smirked slyly. "I came prepared, little girl. I've been working on a little something for you."

Keisha eyed him warily, knowing he had no good intentions for her. This psychotic man had harassed her and destroyed her property, and now she was handcuffed in the middle of nowhere with him. Nothing was stopping him from doing whatever he pleased with her now, and that sent chills down her spine.

What if he tried to take advantage of her?

She held back the urge to scream as fear gripped her, certain nobody would hear as they were too far out. He was also much larger and stronger than she was, so fighting back was out of question. Having no other logical choice, Keisha resorted to diplomacy.

"Please don't hurt me! We can talk about this!"

Luka scoffed at her pleas, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "We haven't even started yet and you're already begging? I thought you were a good little girl, Keisha?"

Something about the suggestive tone made Keisha's stomach knot, and she felt her knees go weak in fear. Did this mad man have a conscience? Was he truly going to rape her? Tears began to well in her eyes and she let out a terrified whimper.

Noticing her distress, he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Don't worry, little girl. Arrogant little princess is not my type."

A sense of relief washed over her, but she still felt uncertain. If he wasn't going to take advantage of her, what was he up to?

"What are you doing?" she asked gingerly, watching as he wrapped one end of the rope around the handcuff and tied it into a knot. His brown eyes peered at her, a sinister glint in them.

"Have you ever heard of the constrictor knot?" he paused for her response, and she timidly shook her head, eliciting a sly grin from him. "I thought you said you were smart, little miss detective club? How disappointing."

Wrapping the other end of the rope around a low hanging branch of the tree, Luka fastened her cuffed hands to it. Tugging on the knot to make sure it was pulled tight, he slowly backed away from her, smirking sheepishly. Mischief glistened in his big brown eyes as he admired his beautiful handiwork- a squirming Keisha tied to an oak tree.

"Since you don't know what a constrictor knot is, let me explain it to you. How kind of me, right?" he sneered, chuckling darkly. "A constrictor knot is the most effective binding knot in the world; it is near-impossible to untie. Want to take a wild guess at what knot I used to tie you to that tree?"

"You asshole!" Keisha yelled, realizing what he had done. Wriggling wildly, she tried to break herself free. "Get me out of here!"

"No can do, little girl. I have a much more interesting idea," he hissed venomously, stalking toward her. His tall figure towered over her as he came to a stop right in front of her, leaning down so that his lips were almost touching her ear.

Despite him doing this repeatedly, Keisha still wasn't used to his aversion to personal space, and gasped at the proximity. His hot breath tickled her skin, the foreign sensation sending blood rushing to her face. She tried to steady her breathing, which had adopted an irregular pace due to the panic his nearness sparked. Did he really have to be so close to her?

Luka's voice came out as a low, husky whisper, menacing in its tone. "I'm going to leave you tied up here in the middle of nowhere, you stupid little bitch. You have two options; find a way to free yourself or die."

Keisha gasped in horror, eyes widening in fear. A wave of terror washed over her and she shrieked desperately. "What? You can't leave me here!"

He took a step back, smirking wickedly. "Is that a challenge, little girl?"

She erratically shook her head, not wanting to upset him any further. "No, that's not what I-"

"Three hours," Luka interrupted harshly, his voice cold and imposing as he began to back away from her. "That's all you have till the wolves come out."

"Wolves?! Wait, no!" Keisha yelped as he began to walk off into the dark forest, causing her to shout after him. "Luka, wait! Don't leave me here! I'm sorry! Luka!"

Luka didn't even acknowledge her, and she watched in horror as his figure disappeared into the shadowy night, leaving her completely alone in the creepy, dangerous woods. Keisha felt her heart pounding inside her chest, as the gravity of her situation dawned on her.

And it was in that moment Keisha knew- she fucked up.