Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What Does Lois See?

A Cigarette

It lay on the floor near the bed. A long, black cylinder with a gold band near one end. The reporter recognized it as a Djarum-brand. Clove cigarettes. The only thing was...

...she didn't smoke.

Just like that, Lois knew she wasn't alone in the apartment. That set her pulse to pounding faster than before, as she lowly looked around the room, trying to figure out where someone might hide. There weren't many places. She could see under the bed—empty, except for some old shoeboxes—and the closet was open, only showing clothes. That left the bathroom and the kitchen...but how had the cigarette gotten there?

It was one thing to pour a bottle of jizz in her cunt. She had no idea how long it had been there, but unless cum was fresh, the sperm were probably dead...the act of self-insemination was mostly symbolic, a way to face her fears, to channel the weird toxin the Scarecrow had subjected her too. Now...now a much more real and present fear had crept in.

Someone was watching her.

Someone had watched her strip down and extract the bottle from herself. They had watched her open it and empty all that warm jizz right into her honeypot. They could be hiding, right now, in the shower. Stroking themselves hard. Getting ready....ready to pounce.

Lois shivered, and hated herself for the fact that she could feel her hardening clit poke itself out of its hood, the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. She had always loved the thrill of danger, but this was...something else. Alone, naked, with someone else in the house... The word flitted through her brain.

****.

...and part of her, the small dark part that the Scarecrow's toxin had brought to the surface, wanted that. But what part was it that caused Lois, still careful not to spill the load within her, to open her mouth and say:

"I know you're there. Come on out."

The reporter's voice had been calm and steady, it did not crack or strain, but she could not telling if she was commanding or begging. For several tense moments her words hung in the air, everything still. As the silence stretched out, Lois wondered if she had been wrong—if she had picked up the cigarette somewhere at the club or—

Her thoughts were interrupted by the padding of feet on the carpet.