Chapter 10 Bracelet of Death

Serena's POV.

Richard's hands rested on my cunt, his fingers tracing gentle patterns that sent shivers down my spine.

I tried to push his hands away, but they remained firmly in place. My mind reeled, and I couldn't focus.

"Stop," I whispered, the word sounding more like a moan.

Richard's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I gasped as he shoved his hands inside my cunt, but he pulled out immediately. His hands continued their gentle exploration of my thighs.

The teacher's voice cut through the haze, "Serena, is everything fine?"

I nodded, forcing a smile onto my face, but it didn't reach my eyes.

To my surprise, Richard didn't stop. Instead, his hands continued to massage my outer cunt, sending waves of tension through my body.

I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the emotions swirling inside me.

The teacher's gaze snapped away from mine, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to regain control.

Richard's hands continued their gentle exploration, sending shivers down my spine.

Repeatedly he shoved his hands inside of me and pulled out. I clenched my jaw, biting my lip hard to stifle the moan rising in my throat.

Richard's low voice whispered, "Keep those eyes of yours open."

I nodded, slowly prying my eyes open. My gaze met Richard's, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me.

Ava, stirred, her presence a thrumming hum in the back of my mind. She was enjoying this, reveling in the sensations Richard's hands were awakening.

I tried to push him away, but Ava's influence held me back.

How did I end up here? This was not me. I was not the type to indulge in reckless, forbidden touches.

Yet, here I was, trapped in a whirlpool of desire and confusion.

Memories of Richard's intimate moments with Penny flooded my mind, and a surge of anger and hurt propelled me to push him away.

With a burst of adrenaline, I shoved him back, my heart racing.

Richard's eyes widened in surprise, and I flipped him my middle finger in defiance. But instead of recoiling, he grasped my finger, his eyes locked onto mine.

He began to suck on it, and I yanked it back, my face burning.

Richard chuckled, his hands cradled my cheeks, he leaned in, his breath against my ear, sending tingles down my neck, and then he whispered: "That's how I want you to suck my dick."

My nipples hardened at those words.

Richard's gaze flicked to my boobs, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks.

Luckily, the teacher's voice cut through the tension, "That's the end of today's class."

I sprang into action, shoving my books into my bag and making a hasty exit..As I burst out of the classroom, I leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief.

That had been too close for comfort. I needed to steer clear of Richard before things escalated further. I reminded myself sternly that Richard was off-limits. He could never be mine.

Just then, my phone beeped, breaking the spell. I pulled it out, and a smile spread across my face as I saw a friend request on Facebook.

Finally, someone had noticed me, and I felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of connecting with them.

I dove into a conversation with Netizen C, my new Facebook friend. As we chatted, I discovered he was a guy, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Finally, I had someone to talk to, someone who understood me.

I hailed a cab and headed home, my mind still buzzing from our conversation. But as I stepped out of the cab and approached my house, my heart sank.

Scrawled across the window in bold, blood-red letters was a chilling message: "How long can you run?"

I turned around, scanning the surrounding area, but I was alone. The streets were empty. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I wondered: Who was behind this sinister message?

I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I pushed open the door and stepped inside. I dropped my bag and coat, letting them slide to the floor, and collapsed onto the couch.

My gaze drifted blankly, my mind racing with the same haunting questions: Who was behind the sinister message? Who had the audacity to take my mom's life and now threatened mine?

My thoughts swirled with fear and determination. I knew I had to find this person before they found me, but how?

With a sigh, I reached for my phone, my fingers scrolling to Netizen C's chat window.

Maybe, just maybe, this new friend could offer some guidance or insight. I poured out my story, sharing my fears and frustrations, and waited anxiously for his response.

Netizen C's response flashed on my screen: "There's no way the killer wouldn't have left a clue behind."

His words struck a chord, and I wondered why I hadn't thought of that myself. I hastened to the spot where I'd found my mom's lifeless body.

I scoured the area, my eyes scanning every inch, but my search yielded nothing. Frustration simmered within me, but I refused to give up.

I pressed on, my gaze sweeping the floor, until suddenly, my feet tangled in something, and I stumbled backward.

I grasped the nearby tower, steadying myself, and bent down to investigate the obstacle.

My eyes widened as I beheld a glint of metal – a bracelet, partially hidden in the shadows. My heart skipped a beat as I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I just pray it's not what I'm thinking. I slipped on my coat and rushed out of my apartment, my heart racing with every step.

I arrived at his apartment, my hand trembling as I knocked on the door. The door swung open, and Richard's mischievous grin greeted me.

"Someone couldn't wait for nightfall before rushing to my doorstep," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

But I didn't smile. Instead, I grasped his hand. My breath caught in my throat as I locked my eyes onto the wrist that wore the same bracelet I had found.