A/N: This was my second entry for A picture is worth a 1000 words Halloween contest and won two awards as well! :) Much love to my dark besties, DawnBreaker8 and Cullenlvr83 for pre-reading. DawnBreaker8 is the dark voice in my ear, and she gave me the idea for this story and always helps me so much, so she deserves credit! Also, the picture inspiration for the first two chapters are on my FB page - Steph Ashes.

HITCHHIKER

Prompt- A woman standing in the rain at night who needs a ride. E/B.

It's a dark, gloomy night, rain coming down heavy, making it difficult to see ahead of me as I drive down a long road with no streetlights.

Perfect night to look for an unsuspecting victim in need and lure in my prey.

A few miles ahead, I finally come across my jackpot.

A petite young woman stands at the side of the road with her thumb up. She's small and fragile-looking. Good, I won't have an issue if she tries to fight back.

She's drenched, and the dress she's wearing is sopping wet as it clings to her skin. She clearly didn't prepare for the weather. I pull to the side of the road as she runs towards me.

"Thank you so much for picking me up," the girl says as she sits down, slamming the door behind her. She's innocent looking with doe brown eyes, a small upturned nose, plump limps, and high cheekbones.

She probably thinks she's safe now and that an angel is looking over her shoulder. How wrong she is, more like the devil luring her in.

If only she knew my plans for her. She was a lot safer stranded in the rain. Wrong place, wrong time… well for her at least.

"Where are you headed?" I ask in a gruff, low voice.

"A little town about 10 miles from here—Forks." Her tone is soft and gentle. I wonder what it'll sound like when she screams in terror.

Her arms are wrapped around herself as she tries to calm the shivers that wrack through her body from the coldness and wetness. I turn up the heat. I have to make a bit of effort to make her feel comfortable before I attack.

I don't entertain with small talk; the only sound filling the car is the heavy rain pelting against the window.

"What's your name?"

"Edward."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Bella."

I don't respond, staring straight ahead.

Bella catches me off guard, leaning towards me, and runs her hand up the length of my thigh towards my groin. "You're pretty hot. I like the quiet and serious ones. I think I should reward you for being such a kind gentleman and saving a girl like me," she purrs, her eyes are seductive and hooded.

She's naughty and a seductress, and she's gonna get punished for it, but she's also falling into my plan so easily. I wasn't expecting this turn of events—but I'm a man and won't complain if a pretty girl wants to fuck me before I kill her.

"Pull over. I promise to make you feel good," Bella practically begs. Her hand grasps and rubs my cock hard through my pants.

I don't usually fuck girls before I kill them—I'm not a rapist. I'm a cold-blooded murderer. I love seeing the fear in their eyes, having the power to end their lives, watching them take their last breath. But why not have a little fun and play with my food if she's willing and offering. Killing makes me hard and horny as fuck, but fucking was a nice release sometimes too.

I take a sharp turn to a trail that's hidden and pull over. Bella leans over me the second we come to a stop. She captures my lips with hers and slides her tongue in my mouth. She moans and whimpers, really getting into it, sucking my tongue. I push the seat back to give us more room. She crawls into my lap, straddling and grinding against my growing erection, running and tugging her hands through my hair. I can't help but groan and slide my hands under her dress, gripping and squeezing her plump ass. I slide my hand along her panties and feel how drenched they are; she's so fucking wet.

"You're a fucking dirty girl, aren't you? Letting me fuck you when you don't know a thing about me? Hasn't anyone ever told you not to talk to strangers, let alone fuck them? I could be a bad man," I tease, sliding my fingers inside her wet heat and pumping hard.

"And I'm a bad fucking girl, so punish me like one, daddy," she demands like the fucking brat she is. I'm gonna wipe that cocky smile off her face and make her eat her words.

She's naive to the depraved thoughts running through my mind—not the kind she's thinking about.

"Let's go outside. I wanna fuck you against the tree and teach you a lesson. You wanna get fucked like a naughty little slut, so I will," I growl against her lips.

I have all the equipment in the trunk of my car—ropes, knives, tape, other questionable things. Good thing I already had the rope ready in my jacket pocket, so I can tie her up after I fuck her... or before if she likes it kinky.

I get out of the car, her legs still wrapped around my waist as I carry her towards the large tree. I'm rock hard; she causes a throbbing in my cock like never before—maybe I should play with her a bit longer than I originally planned.

I back Bella up against the tree, and as I go to pull the rope from my pocket—I feel the barrel of a gun press against my tight abdomen.

All my weapons are in the car. I'm fucked and not in a good way. I've never had someone have this power over me, play me at my own game. I'm always prepared. This is why you don't let pussy distract you when you're on a mission.

She better know how to use that gun because if she doesn't, and she's just using it as a threat to rob me, I'm going to make her suffer even worse than I originally planned.

"We are going to play this game my way, fella."

Bring it on, baby. This actually might be more fun than I initially thought.

A sinister smirk pulls at my lips. "Game on."