Status Updates From Jekyll (Stalked by a Monster)

“You can’t hate me. I’m as much a part of Jekyll as your own twisted dark side is a part of you. Destroy one… you destroy the other.”

"I narrowed my eyes. “Shall I make your kitty purr?”

"There was this second voice inside of my head calling out for Catherine. Like a wolf, searching for its mate."

Anger and jealousy twisted my stomach. Hyde was not the better man! He was the more confident, arrogant, egotistical version of my own self. He was the embodiment of all the bottled-up emotion I had ever experienced, but never felt the freedom to voice. He was the dark and forbidden thoughts I had always held, but never acted upon. I was jealous of my other self, my alter ego.

My compliments to your exquisite taste in research assistants, dear Jekyll. I honestly cannot decide which I liked more. Her screams of pleasure as I whipped her ass with my belt, or the feel of her tight pussy clenching around my cock. It’s a shame you yourself could not experience her delectable delights. After that disastrous attempt at seduction

He ground out, “That’s my sweet girl.” The dubious endearment uttered in his dark and guttural voice combined with the thrusting of his cock was my final undoing. For the first time in my life, I came just from a man fucking me. Wave after wave of light euphoria crested over me. I had to cling to the table to keep my knees from buckling as my heart raced and my cheeks heated from my shameless orgasm.

“Get away from me,” she cried out. I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. “I can smell your arousal from here, Catherine.” Her eyes widened as she grasped the tattered remains of her dress front and tried to cover her breasts. “You’re disgusting.” I shrugged. “So you’ve said.” After undoing the first few buttons, I pulled the dress shirt over my head and tossed it aside as well.😅

“Dr. Jekyll, is that you?” I licked my lips as I watched the gentle sway of her hips as she walked. She had a beautiful hourglass shape, only heightened by the short black dress she wore. “No, I’m afraid he’s left.” She blushed, the color animating her already pretty features. “I’m sorry. You look very similar.” “Brothers.” I held out my hand. “I’m Edward Hyde.” She placed her small hand in mine. I squeezed my finger

She turned her pale face up to me. God help me, I loved the look of fear in her eyes. There was just something so primal and visceral about seeing another human being at their most vulnerable and unprotected. Pink tinted her cheeks as the tip of her small tongue shot out to lick her lips. “I’m so sorry. The thunder gave me a fright. Ever since I was a child, I’ve been frightened of storms.”

As I hurriedly placed my key in the lock, I swung the door open and raced inside. Right before slamming the door shut, I could have sworn I smelled Dr. Jekyll’s cologne.

“Catherine.” It was no more than a rough whisper, barely decipherable. I broke into a run. The footsteps behind me picked up their pace. I was being chased. I tried to call out, but icy fear choked me. “Catherine. Come to me," the harsh voice beckoned. An unseen hand snatched at the hem of my dress. I ran faster. Slipping on the slick cobblestones as my ballet flats dug into their sharp edges

I glanced down at my naked form. My vintage-inspired nightgown with the pretty pink flowers was gone. On the top of my left breast was the faint red outline of a bite mark. Finger-shaped marks marred my inner thighs. Never in my life had I been taken so brutally. It was as if I had let a wild animal into my bedroom.