Extremely Dominant Predator Margaret & short story

I never write anything so forgive me for the cringe :P Ignore it if you want.

Thump, thump, thump... THUNK. You heard a loud wooden thud at the end of the dark room you were held up in. A few seconds later there was a metallic clang on the stone floor. You did lock the door, right? You were sure of it. How did she...

Slow, creaking footsteps down the stairs made the hairs on your neck stand on end. There was a pause, breath held... suddenly, in a heartbeat and a blur of shadow, your arms were wrenched from your sides and your wrists pinned to the wall you were tucked against.

"Mein Liebling! Where do you think you were going? I'm not finished - far from it!" The doctor's voice was lilted, almost singsong in it's tone. She seemed excited that she chased you down! Her breaths were faintly quickened and her blushed, greyed skin was beginning to shine in the dim light from her sweat. That large bust of hers heaved inches away from your torso. It was only a moment ago you were one foot out the door after your visit when suddenly you were pulled back into the cottage and tossed to the ground, door bolted shut in front of you.

Sure your conversations with Margaret were quite flirtatious in recent days; your eyes lingered, your cheeks warmed- but you didn't expect this and, admittedly, you panicked. You scrambled across the wood floor and down the hall, passed a few strange rooms and objects along the way before you decided to hide in the cold basement. Unfortunately - or fortunately? - the large sacks of potatoes, preserved goods, and empty barrels couldn't keep you a secret, not from her. Her eyes, they always stared at you so intensely, even more so now acting as the brightest light in the undercroft. Wait... did they always glow like this?

"Did you think it was time to leave? No, no not yet. I haven't said you could go." Her honeyed voice found its way around your ears like a warm embrace and your body instinctively relaxed. While she spoke you noticed her mask splitting apart at the seams and an alarmingly long tongue snaked out, inches away from you. The goosebumps you now had were no longer from fear.

The doctor's panting breaths heightened and her slender fingers grabbed your jaw, thumb delicately coaxing your lips apart. You were enraptured; like a moth to a flame. "My little plaything... open wide."