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Leon likes to patrol the usual hideaways and make out spots in Raccoon City; although he’s in his late 20’s now, the spots are still popular and it’s easy pickings to write out tickets for loitering or underage drinking.
He doesn’t stake out Lovers Lane too often, but tonight he’s extremely glad he did.
He spots you, alone, walking down the pull off road headed out from the popular make out destination. Your arms are folded, thin yellow cardigan paired with a modest grey skirt standing out at this time of night. Your head is bent down so you don’t even notice him until he has pulled up alongside you.
“Lost?”
Your head quickly looks over at him and you give him a shy smile, cute dimples showing.
“Uh n-no. My date, he uh,” you frown, pretty eyes glancing at your shoes, “well, things didn’t go his way so I’m walking back to my car.”
Leon’s eyes rake across your body, a low heat building in his stomach. You’re so vulnerable right now. He feels his pulse race in excitement.
“That’s a shame,” he clicks his tongue drawing your bashful gaze back to him, “I can take you seeing as it’s at least a few miles away. Assuming it’s the parking lot, right?”
“Yes it is! You really don’t mind?” Another of those dimpled smiles grace your face.
“Of course not,” Leon grins, boyish and sweet, “hop in the back.”
You climb into the back of the squad car. Leon’s eyes watch as you tug your skirt back down from your thighs as you adjust in your seat. He wants to sink his teeth into them, leave them bruised before burying his face in your little cunt.
You sigh in relief and catch his gaze in the rear view mirror, “I really appreciate it, Officer Kennedy.”
“It’s no problem, sweetheart.”
You give him a soft thank you as he nods and he pulls back onto the road.
A few minutes pass by as you gaze out the window watching the trees pass by like dark shadows on the glass.
“So you and your boyfriend huh?” Leon asks, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The anticipation is building inside him.
You look away from the scenery, brow furrowed as you look at the back of his head.
“Yeah, he um..”
You trail off, feeling embarrassed. You shuffle in your seat and tug on your skirt.
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Leon’s sharp voice cut in.
“Oh no no,” your eyes widen with surprise, “he just wanted to go further than I was comfortable with.”
Your voice trails off as you bit your lip. Leon watches in the mirror. He loves the look on your face. Uncomfortable and unsure.
“Boys can be very hotheaded. Especially when they’re with a pretty girl. And you’re a very pretty girl,” he spoke, voice still tinged with that dark edge.
You feel your cheeks warm, eyes catching his shyly, “I-I guess.”
“No,” he shook his head, “I won’t have any of that. Say thank you, Officer Kennedy.”
“Thank y-you, Officer Kennedy,” you stammer out, wide eyed at his tone.
Leon gives you a lazy smile, “Good girl. We thank people who give us compliments, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” you feel a sense of foreboding tinged with a low pulse of arousal at his words, “thank you.”
His smile widens, “Anytime. I bet you’re just the sweetest thing, huh. No wonder your boy pushed his luck. I bet you’re still a virgin.”
You press your palms to your face, shielding your embarrassment, “That i-isn’t appropriate to—“
Leon laughs, “Yeah you are, just a sweet, little virgin.”
You press your thighs together, hating and loving the way he was speaking to you. Worry is beginning to creep into your thoughts at the way this police officer is acting towards you.
Leon’s sea dark eyes took in your flustered appearance, “Bet you’re wet right now, pretty girl.”
You let out a harsh gasp and Leon laughs again. You watch as he pulls off into a thick copse of trees, the road disappearing behind you before shutting the car off.
“I think you need someone to show you the ropes, sweetheart,” Leon murmurs in the quiet.
He gets out of the car and makes his way into the backseat with you. Or tries to at least. Seeing the opportunity to get away, you slip out of the door and run back the way you came.
You hear a sharp laugh coming from the officer and as much as you want to turn and look, you make yourself keep running forward.
“I’ll give you a head start,” he calls out to you, voice delighted, “gotta keep things even.”
Sadly, it doesn’t take long for you to get turned around, and now you’re playing a terrifying game of hide and seek with a man who is obviously deranged.
He taunts you but it doesn’t sound like he gets any closer to you as you keep moving away. You finally see a cluster of trees that looks familiar. You’re close to the parking lot where you met up with your date. You left your car here and took his up to Lovers Lane.
You feel like crying with relief, but you’re quite literally not out of the woods yet.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Your heart rabbits in your chest. You crouch close to the ground behind a large tree. Too scared to look around, you keep your eyes focused on the murky dark surrounding you. The moonlight barely breaks up the gloom in this creepy forest. You’ve been out here for hours already.
“C’mon now don’t hide from me. You know I’m gonna find you,” his voice croons sweetly.
You squeeze your eyes shut, a few stray tears escaping. Pressing a hand over your nose and mouth you take a quick breath peering through the foliage.
You don’t see anyone or anything moving. You can’t even hear footsteps or crunching leaves or twigs. Standing up from your crouch, that awful feeling of pins and needles rushes through your legs. You grit your teeth through it and slowly move around the trunk.
Your car isn’t parked too far away. At least you don’t think it is, and if the coast is clear you’re determined to make a run for it.
You’re as quiet as a country mouse, as your grandma used to say, and as soon as you make it to the far side of the tree you take off running.
Between one heartbeat to the next, you feel the skin on the back of your neck prickle. Turning to look behind you, you can’t make out anyone or anything. Facing forward again, you let your legs carry you closer to your car and hopefully out of this nightmare.
A hot breath caresses your neck.
“Gotcha.”
Your shout is muffled by a palm covering your mouth as an arm wraps around your stomach and pulls you backwards.
You scream and thrash but the body behind you is steadfast.
“Aww, poor baby,“ he laughs in your ear, a dark rumble you can feel in your chest, “as fun as its been, sweetheart, I think I’m gonna like this part a lot better.”
You try to bite at the hand wrapped around your face, but only get a mean laugh at your attempts.
“Sloppy, baby. So very sloppy.”
You still struggle and fight against the man carrying you deeper into the woods, but the further he goes the more tired you’re becoming. You decide to stop and save your energy; you might get a chance to escape later.
You feel him sniff your hair making goosebumps run down your arms.
“Such a pretty girl,” his voice is gravel in your ears, “silly, too. But you’re all mine now.”
You feel the fear you’ve been trying to keep at bay ratchet up inside your chest. You twist your shoulders and arms as well as you can, needing to pull his hand away—at least free your mouth, you feel like you can’t breathe.
You can’t breathe.
Oh god, you can’t breathe.
Fuck!
You can’t breathe! You CAN’T—
Spots dance in your vision for a split second before the tunnel vision hits. You widen your eyes as much as you can, but the darkness is continually getting worse— you kick your legs feebly as the fear finally whites out your brain and you pass completely out.
Leon gazes down at your limp body with a wide smile. It really has been his lucky night tonight.