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“It’s gonna be fine,” you said to yourself, smoothing out your Halloween costume. “Sure. I’m alone. I don’t know any of these people and would rather be back at home with my actual friends. But it’s okay. I’m gonna have a great time… And I’m gonna stop talking to myself because sane people keep that to a minimum.”
Every word sounded pained as they fell from your lips. You adjusted the straps of your dress and took a deep breath.
You were dressed as an angel, inspired by the costume Clare Danes wore in Romeo and Juliet. Your wings were white and delicate, the feathers of the finest quality. And your dress was… alright. Most of your effort went into the wings, leaving the dress an afterthought. You were lucky enough to find something at the thrift store, a gauzy cream-colored shift with thin straps with a hem that rested above your knees.
Skipping the house party did cross your mind. Going all the way to the secluded suburbs miles away from your university sounded nightmarish, but everyone in your program was going and you felt compelled to fit in.
It reminded you of high school, someone throwing a rager at their childhood home while their unsuspecting parents went out of town. You didn’t realize people still did that kind of shit in college.
The front door swung open, ripping you from your thoughts and startling you. A hulking man stood in the doorway wearing a Ghostface costume.
“Look at you! You look great!”
“AHHH! Th—thanks!”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He stepped aside and let you in. “It’s just you were standing out there and I was like, ‘Is she comin’ in? Is she leavin?’” He laughed warmly. “I figured I’d take the leap!”
“Okay. I mean… Cool.” You paused, trying to recognize his voice.
There was a level of familiarity to it that made you feel like you should know him, but you couldn’t place it.
“Do you want a drink?” He asked, leading you inside.
“Maybe. Wait. Yeah. Uh, what are you having?”
“A slutty swashbuckler!”
You immediately regretted asking because now you felt obligated to drink whatever the fuck that was.
He recognized the trepidation on your face. “It’s spiced rum and blood orange soda. You’re goin’ to love it. Everyone does.”
You weren’t convinced. But you felt compelled to trust whoever the hell was under the mask. Passing through the crowd you tried to get a good look at everyone without being too obvious. You didn’t want to come off as desperate or let your anxiety shine through.
Faces looked familiar but you couldn’t place any names. The only named face you gazed upon was Yukako Yamagishi, a girl from your 19th Century English literature class. She was wearing a sweeping white Victorian nightgown with her long black hair cascading down her back. She looked hauntingly gorgeous, distractingly so. Her violet eyes met yours and she smiled warmly before redirecting her attention to a few drunkards trying to impress her.
“Here!”
A glass of repugnant brown-orange liquid was forced into your hand. You tentatively sniffed the glass and said thank you even though not a cell in your body meant it.
“Excuse me. I just… I’m gonna go sip this outside. Get some air.”
“Oh,” the masked man said, frowning. “Alright.”
You turned and headed towards the door, pushing him from your mind.
“Wait up!”
A heavy hand fell upon your shoulder, putting the breaks on your exit. You held your breath, hoping you didn’t spill the putrid liquid on your pristine dress.
“Do you play beer pong?” You couldn’t see the guy’s face but his posture seemed bashful. “I need a partner for the next game and I’d love it if you would, you know… play… with me!”
“Sure. Just find me when your turn is up.”
You slithered out the door, hoping he would get drunk enough to forget you agreed to anything. Once outside you rolled your shoulders, trying to release the tension that had been blooming in your back. You took a sip of your slutty swashbuckler and spit it up back into your cup like a baby.
“Foul. Fucking foul. Ugh.”
It was cloyingly sweet and acrid, and the carbonation made the taste linger on your tongue. You dumped out the rest on the ground and sighed.
“Heathcliff,” you heard a soft voice whisper in your ear. “It’s me.”
You jumped and turned around, seeing a very amused Yukako.
“Oh shit. You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” she giggled. “I couldn’t help myself.”
She was so beautiful; it was almost disturbing. No human was meant to be so ethereal. She took a step closer to you, her sweet scent filling your nostrils. She smelled like fresh cut wildflowers and amber. It was intoxicating and settled your nerves.
“You look great—I mean—your costume looks great.”
“Do you know who I am?” She asked, leaning forward.
“No,” you answered honestly. “No idea.”
She pouted and leaned back.
“I’m Catherine Earnshaw, silly.”
You cocked an eyebrow.
She narrowed her eyes and flatly replied, “Cathy from Wuthering Heights, the book we just talked about in class. Or were you not paying attention? Did you even read it?”
“I read it! Most of it. Part of it.”
“No wonder you weren’t very active when we were discussing the text.”
You paused. It never occurred to you that Yukako paid that much attention to you. It wasn’t like she acknowledged your presence much outside of benign pleasantries. She was barely an acquaintance.
“I do plan on finishing it for the record,” you said, still feeling the need to paint yourself in a better light.
“Promise? It’s one of my favorites. I really like how—”
She was interrupted by the shrill shouting of your name. You flinched as the voice washed over you.
“The game’s startin’!!”
You saw that the random guy dressed as Ghostface was standing expectantly by the door. Yukako looked like she was going to explode, her knuckles white with rage.
“I gotta go play beer pong, but we can talk after?”
She didn’t utter a single word, instead opting to glare at your beer pong partner.
“Hey, Yukiko,” he said, dumbly waving.
Correcting him crossed your mind, but you stayed silent. The words refused to leave your mouth even though you wanted them to. You couldn’t wrap your tongue around the syllables.
The guy put his hand on the small of your back, directing you inside. You felt as if your body wasn’t yours, like it was something that needed inherently to be guided and acted upon. Your mind was too overwhelmed to exert your agency.
“Woo hoo!!” He shouted upon seeing the wet table.
It was speckled with tiny puddles of piss beer. I should tell them to wipe it down, you thought. But of course, nothing came out. You just grimaced, and tried to look like you were enjoying yourself. The guy removed his Ghostface mask and you realized you had no idea who he was. It only added to your discomfort.
The werewolf you were playing against stared you down; you didn’t recognize him either. His face was a blur. “You played before?”
It was as if he was interrogating you.
“Like once in high school.”
He groaned.
A guy with a stained sheet draped over his head explained the rules, putting an obscene amount of emphasis on the fact that bounces were not allowed. You hated how seriously he was taking everything. It was a drinking game. Wasn’t it supposed to be fun? Weren’t you supposed to crack jokes and grin wildly under the hyper bright, fluorescent lighting of the kitchen while making memories that would last a lifetime?
Apparently not. The experience was anything but fun. The beer was room temperature and you couldn’t steady your aim, your nerves getting the better of you. It didn’t help that Yukako kept her eyes on you the entire time. You felt like you were on display.
Your partner tried to be supportive, offering kind words and remaining hopeful in the face of utter annihilation.
“You got this,” he said as you hesitated to throw the ping pong ball. “I know we’re pretty far behind, but I believe in you.”
His words were vaguely inspiring so you decided to try your best. Sadly your best was complete dog shit and you missed. The other team made their final shot and the two of you were cursed to chug the remaining beer.
“That was awful,” you said, dumping a cup into the sink.
“Hey, don’t waste good beer,” he said, hip checking you.
You smiled and continued dumping it down the drain. There was no way you’d be drinking that shit. If anything you were doing the world a favor by sending it on its merry way.
“I’m serious. At least drink the last one.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“C’mon. Get to drinkin’, angel. It’s a party.”
You stared down at the cup in your hands and held it to your lips. You went to take a sip, but Yukako walked up and snatched it from your hand. She chugged the beer like a professional. You never expected someone as elegant as her would drink watered down, warm beer out of a plastic cup.
“Damn, Yukiko.”
“It’s Yukako, scum.”
He blew her off and put his mask back on. Oddly enough it was more comforting than his actual face. At least Ghostface was familiar.
“Hey, do you, uh… smoke weed?” He asked, effectively cutting Yukako out of the conversation.
You nodded.
“Nice! Let’s go smoke a blunt. I got one in my car.”
“Okay,” you mumbled.
Yukako groaned and walked away muttering expletives to herself. You couldn’t make out what she was saying, though it clearly was dripping with disgust. You watched curiously as she opened a kitchen drawer, stealing something out of it.
Chasing after her crossed your mind, but you wouldn’t know what to say once you caught up with her. It was a compulsion, something about her drew you in. Maybe it was the way she walked, confident with her posture erect. Maybe it was because she skipped wearing a bra, leaving her nipples on display underneath the thin fabric of her costume. Or maybe it was because she seemed to be just as enchanted by you.
You shook the thoughts from your head, desperate to stop imagining yourself burying your face between her breasts. Lucky for you the brisk night air was enough to calm your throbbing cunt.
The guy failed to mention that he parked quite some distance from the house party. You assumed it would be a quick jaunt down the street, but instead you found yourself weaving through the suburb, deeper into its unnerving uniformity. When you finally got to his car you were displeased to see he parked beside a pocket of undeveloped land, a flat wasteland of dry dirt and dead grass.
“Just a sec,” the guy said as he opened his trunk. “It’s an indica, do you mind?”
“Nah. I could use the relaxation.”
You tacked on a laugh to seem personable.
He pulled out a pencil case and fished out a perfectly rolled blunt. It smelled delicious, musky and sweet. He removed his mask much to your chagrin, forcing you to confront his visage.
“Here,” he said, handing the blunt over along with a lighter.
It felt like the weight of the world was in your hands. You hated how dire everything felt. It was just a night out. It didn’t have to be complicated and yet you were befuddled by everything. You lit the blunt and took a deep hit, holding it in your lungs. You passed it to the guy and let the thick smoke seep out of your mouth.
“So are you really friends with that bitch?”
You coughed.
“Uh. Who?” You asked, playing dumb.
He passed the blunt to you. “Yukie or whatever.”
“Yukako.”
“Close enough.”
“Not really,” you snarked, exhaling a plume of smoke.
“C’mon, don’t be like that. It’s just hard to imagine someone like you is cool with someone like her.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The guy took a few steps closer to you, his eyes radiating a hunger they hadn’t previously.
“You’re chill and down for whatever. She’s so fuckin’ uptight.”
“I’m hardly chill.”
“Yeah you are. You go with the flow. Most girls aren’t like that.”
“It’s called social anxiety,” you hissed, taking another hit. “It’s not really a choice.”
He plucked the blunt from your hands and stubbed it out on his car door.
“That’s kind of cute though,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face.
You smacked his hand away.
“Can you not? I think I heard something,” you said, hoping that would make him stop.
He just laughed and palmed his cock.
“Hush. You know you wa—”
Before he could finish his sentence a set of slender fingers laced through his hair and yanked his head back. Another hand appeared in front of his neck, dragging a steak knife across his throat. A spurt of blood splashed against your face. He tried to say something but all he could do was gurgle as the knife sawed through his Adam’s apple. He reached out to you, grabbing ahold of your white dress now stained crimson. Your teeth chattered and your skin felt like it was tightening around you. You pushed past him and broke out into a sprint and ran through the desolate undeveloped land, hoping you’d escape the assailant.
“Wait!”
You turned to see Yukako, the front of her nightgown drenched in blood.
“What the fuck?” You wheezed.
You found yourself frozen in place. It didn’t take long for her to catch up to you, her long legs allowing her to take sizable strides.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
You didn’t bother to answer her question; wasn’t it obvious?
“Why did you do that?! What’s wrong with you?!”
“I saved you.”
“From what?” You cried, tears now streaming down your face.
“From him. He was going to do something awful to you. I could tell.”
“Maybe so, but you di—you didn’t have to do that.”
She took your hands in hers. Her palms were soft, her fingers delicate. Her touch was almost calming.
“Yes I did. He didn’t deserve to bask in your presence.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Someone like you shouldn’t have to suffer being around someone like him. He’s trash with no room to grow. He’s stagnant in his existence.” She tightened her grip on your hands. “Not like you. You’re always changing, always striving. That’s why you came tonight, right? You’re trying to break out of your shell.”
“You sound fucking insane. I… Fuck! Please don’t kill me.”
She looked like she was going to break into tears. “How could I ever kill you? I love you too much. You’re all I think about.”
“We barely know each other!” You shrieked, trying to yank your hands out of hers. Her grip was impressive. “We, like, never talk to each other!”
“That's the thing about us though. We don’t need words. Our love is that strong.”
She pulled your body close to hers, pressing her breasts up against yours. You felt like you were going to have an anxiety attack. You regretted smoking weed with every ounce of your being.
“Please just let me go.”
“I can’t,” she said sadly. “I’ll have to kill you if I do. I can’t bear the thought of you ever being with someone other than me.”
“What if I promise to never fall in love ever again and we act like none of this ever happened? Like we never even knew each other!” You laughed nervously. “How about that? That sounds nice.”
She slipped her hand up your dress and rubbed your cunt through your underwear. You were ashamed to realize the fabric was soaked with your arousal. Terror coursed through your veins, but it was thrilling.
“That sounds like hell on earth. Besides, you obviously want me too. Don’t deny it. I hate liars.”
She pushed your underwear to the side and slid one of her fingers inside you. The sensation made your knees weak and your body limply rested against hers. She slid another two into your cunt and you mewled her name. You were embarrassed that she managed to break you down so easily. You knew you should have put up more of a fight, but she was right. You did want her.
Yukako brushed down one of the straps of your dress, letting one of your breasts meet the chill night air. She pinched your nipple between her fingers.
“You know I fell for you the moment I saw you. When you walked into class I knew you were the one for me.” She curled her fingers inside you. “I spent so many nights thinking about you and trying to come up with ways to tell you.” Her breath was hot against your ear. “But you never gave me any opportunities. You were so shy, always avoiding everyone. That’s why I was so surprised to see you tonight.” She pinched down harder on your nipple making you moan. “I knew this was my moment.”
She removed her fingers and sucked them clean before letting out a pleased hum.
“Take your costume off,” she cooed.
You gulped and did as you were told, dropping your wings and dress on the ground. You shivered as the cold air enveloped you. Yukako gazed at your naked body, her eyes radiating lust and hunger. You could tell she would do whatever it took to claim you as her own.
She pulled down your underwear and lowered herself so that her face was in front of your glistening cunt. She gazed up at you, her alabaster skin speckled with blood. She placed her hands on your ass and dug her nails into the soft flesh.
“Shit,” you croaked.
She lapped at your clit, giving it slow, languid licks. It didn’t take long for you to start moaning. Again, you hated how easy you were and cursed your inability to show restraint when it came to her.
Her tongue was soft and warm as it swept over your throbbing cunt. She was truly a master; no one had ever managed to make you feel such pleasure. You didn’t even think it was possible. You held onto the back of her head, unable to control yourself. She moaned as she continued to suck on your clit. You looked down and noticed she had started to finger herself. The sight alone was enough to make you come.
“Yu—Yukako, I’m close,” you whined.
“Lay down,” she ordered.
You could have slapped her for leaving you hanging, but you obeyed her command. The dirt was cold and uncomfortable, but you were too focused on the ache between your legs to really care.
She hiked up her dress and positioned herself so that her cunt could grind up against yours. She rutted up against you, your clits rubbing together. You felt like you were seeing stars.
“You feel so good,” she moaned.
You were both panting like dogs as you desperately got each other off. The sweet sounds of your moans filled the air.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she babbled.
You watched as her chest bounced under her blood stained nightgown. You quickly tore at the buttons and sucked on her breasts the moment they popped out. You swirled your tongue around her nipple, relishing in her ardor filled gasps.
“Ah!” She cried out. “Don—don’t stop!”
You moaned and held her nipple between your lips as your own orgasm overcame you. You clung to her breast, sucking away as your body gave way to euphoria. Your body sang with pleasure.
Yukako’s moans grew louder as she climaxed, holding your head to her chest while you continued to suck. She collapsed on top of you once her orgasm ended.
“You’ll never leave me, right?” She said in a small voice.
You paused and contemplated. Deep down you knew you should push her off of you and run like hell, but she had bewitched you. There was no way you could deny her, especially not after she let you drool all over her succulent tits.
“Right?” She growled expectantly.
You wrapped your arms around her and stroked her back, letting your hand brush down her spine.
“Never.”
She seemed pleased with your response and nuzzled her face into your neck. You knew there was no escape, that there was no way out. You belonged to her now.