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You were met with the smell of chemicals that burned your nostrils as you came to your senses, vision blurred and mouth agape as saliva that had dried up cracked within the corner of your mouth. You blinked once or twice, realizing that the room you were in was dark. So dark that you couldn’t even make out what looked to be a figure slumped over a chair in front of you.
Were you in your room? No. The hard concrete flooring below you didn’t exactly feel like that sometimes uncomfortably firm bed of yours, and considering how much your ankles and calves hurt it seemed as though you had been dragged to this place. You looked to the side, making out a dim sliver of light pooling from above—what you assumed to be—the stairs. It looked as though you were in a basement that had never been used, and although the panic was definitely starting to sink in you didn’t bother to try and bolt up the stairs or anything. After all, you had attempted to move your wrists around while trying to make out where you could possibly be, only to be met with some tight bindings around them. Judging by the tightness around your ankles you didn’t need to look down at them in order to understand that they had been tied up too.
You licked your lips, gnawing at your lip for a brief moment as you tried to figure out just how you were going to remove bindings and get the fuck out of here, but every idea came to an unfortunate conclusion in the scenarios you started to make up in your head. It seemed as though you’d be stuck here for a while, at least until your captor (or captors) had figured out what to do with you.
This couldn’t possibly be a ransom thing, considering the fact that your parents weren’t that well off and you were damn near broke. Maybe it was some fucked up stalking situation that you didn’t even know you had, or maybe you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? No, that wouldn’t make sense. You could’ve sworn that you had been at home before waking up to… whatever this was.
“You know… I don’t usually do this.”
You had jumped at the muffled voice, looking around the dark room only to realize that the figure that looked to be slumped over in the chair wasn’t exactly a figment of your imagination. In fact, it was a rather lean looking man that you could barely make out, that was until he had been “kind” enough to reach up towards the ceiling and give a soft tug at the pull switch that loomed above him. The light had turned on in a flash, although it was noticeably dim. At least you could clearly see who you were trying to stare at now, and he didn’t exactly wash over any anxiety you currently had.
In fact, it only made your anxiety worse. Fear flashing across your face as you stared into the black eyes of the white mask in shock. The Ghostface. Sitting right in front of you, probably having any and every intention to make your life absolutely miserable before he ends it. You couldn’t help but gape at him, eyes wide and lip quivering as the reality of the situation hit you like a sack of bricks.
Maybe you were dreaming. You would try pinching yourself, but you’d rather not try to maneuver your arms to be in front of you instead of—y’know, behind you.
A few painful moments of silence passed as you continued to stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, voice caught in your throat as you tried to speak. You could only release shaky breaths, blinking frantically as your eyes started to water. You were going to die, weren’t you? He’ll slice you up like a fish fillet and take some selfies with your corpse. You never really liked taking pictures of yourself, so just knowing that he’d be taking pictures before, during, and after your death makes everything so much worse in your eyes. You’d rather not be in the tabloid, or an article written by some unsympathetic journalist who would simply blame you for your own death whilst also fake mourning you as though you were a close friend of theirs.
“…Do you really have nothing to say?”
His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, eyes that had once trailed down to the cracks of the concrete floor beneath your feet rushing up to stare at that damn mask again. You bit down on your bottom lip, eyes narrowing as you once again put yourself deep in your thoughts, almost missing the way that his legs had shifted a bit in her sitting position. You chewed at your lip until you felt as though you were literally grinding tough meat down with your teeth, swallowing down that limp in your throat as you blinked once or twice before finally squeaking out a reply.
“I’m not exactly in a position to… say anything.” Oh, you must’ve been extremely stupid in your past life. Why else would you suddenly be sarcastic in this fucked up situation that stresses you out way worse than you could ever possibly imagine. Thankfully, instead of stabbing you a myriad of times in your abdomen, he instead let out a dry chuckle. One that sent shivers up your spine as you tried to scooch closer to the wall behind you, attempting to distance yourself from him as far as possible as your legs pressed against the hard floor and you pushed yourself as best as you could until your back hit the wall.
Although the ropes around your ankles burned against your skin as you did so, you didn’t pay attention to the pain that it brought you. Deciding that it wasn’t as important as the very real killer sitting in front of you, staring you down whilst the silence became all too loud and your heart nearly pounded out of your chest as he slowly got out of his seat in order to stand, a muffled sigh sounding from behind the black mouth of the mask as he stepped over to you with careful steps.
It was as if he thought of you as some panicked animal stuck in some sort of thing, maybe one of those stray dogs or cats with their heads stuck in a jar or cup if you wanted to really think about the specifics. A more fitting guess would be a wild animal stuck in a trap that wasn’t meant for it, which made it panicked and reasonably defensive as a person approached. Would that best describe your situation?
Not exactly, but it works.
He crouched down to your level once he got close enough, stopping right in front of your legs. You would’ve taken the chance to kick him, but the smartest voice in your head had told you that it would only make it worse. You were right to believe it, especially after he had pulled out a hunting knife from god knows where. It wasn’t like you were paying attention to where his hand had trailed off to, especially when that mask of his was distracting enough.
He had grabbed your ankle with almost inhuman speed, dragging you closer to him until the tip of your nose just barely pressed against his mask. He held the blade of the hunting knife to your neck, moving it up just a bit as he tilted it to the side and slowly pulled it against the underside of your jaw, blood beading at the slim and shallow cut he had made. You sucked in a breath as the pain came and went, eyes watering once again as you tried to pull your head back, only for him to use his free hand again to tug at your hair and pull you right back to where you were.
Thankfully, that little knife of his didn’t come as close to your skin as it did before. A small miracle in your eyes, but you knew that things would only get worse from here, especially after he had tilted his head whilst staring you down. Although you couldn’t see his eyes, you could tell that he was staring right at you. A little hard, but honestly you should expect that from a masked serial killer who definitely likes to toy with his food.
“Do you know how long I’ve been watching you?”
You stared up at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant as the hand in your hair had finally released itself, relief settling across your face as your scalp had finally been free from the harsh grip he had on your hair. His hand moved into a pocket that you didn’t even know that he had, pulling out a handful of small photos. You watched as he showed them off to you, revealing some uncanny shots of you in various situations that you could barely recall.
One where you were crying into your pillow, one of those sudden mental breakdowns that usually happen once or twice every three or so weeks. Another where you had come back home with a strawberry milkshake in your hand, the other frantically searching your bag for the keys to your home. Then there was the one that was a lot more… intimate. You had obviously been pleasuring yourself in this one, and the fact that the shot looked like it had been taken within the inside of your home made you wonder if those moments of feeling like you’re being watched whenever you tried to… “let out some steam” were just a part of your imagination or not.
At least you knew that you weren’t as paranoid as you thought you were now, especially when the next few photos included some rather embarrassing, mundane, or lively shots of your everyday life.
You realized that there had been dates on each photo after looking at them for a bit, noticing that they had all been taken within a full year. One photo for each month, but he probably had more than the ones he was showing you now. These were definitely his favorite photos for whatever reason, and you didn’t intend on asking him about them as it would make this situation a lot more uncomfortable for you.
“You were such a tease…”
He breathed out, catching your attention once again as he revealed a secret photo he had hidden behind the ones he had shown you. One where you were clearly sleeping, one bare leg on top of the covers whilst the other remained under it. You were wearing your underwear, and a loose fitting t-shirt that you deemed comfortable enough to wear to sleep. It took you a moment to realize that he was fucked up enough to interpret your sleeping body as something you meant to do in order to “tease” him.
“I never… I never even knew that you were watching me. H-How could I have teased you? I was literally sleeping like any other normal person would-” You were interrupted as he fisted your hair into his free hand again, tugging harshly as he pointed the tip of his hunting knife to your throat, threatening to do something you didn’t even want to think about. You shut your mouth after that, deciding not to tease or challenge whatever state of mind he was in as it would only make things worse for you. Your lip trembled as he pressed the knife to your skin just a tad bit, letting out a hum as he froze the knife there for a moment, quietly assessing the fearful look on your face before letting go of your hair and standing up abruptly, making sure to move his knife out of the way in order to prevent his fun from ending too soon.
“How about we make a little deal? I promise that you won’t regret it. Hell, I might even let you go.”
You could hear the smile in his voice as he stared down at you from above anxiety looming over you as you wondered what exactly this deal of his would have in store. Considering the fact that he might let you live to see another day was definitely a plus, but it was a huge might. It all depended on what he wanted, and how well you’d be able to give it to him. And at this point, you were more than ready to give up quite literally anything in order to go home and forget that this ever happened, so you could go back to your quiet and rather uneventful life.
“Okay. Let’s make a deal then, what do you want?” Your voice didn’t falter, and you definitely didn’t hesitate to let the words flow freely from your lips. An amused sound came from him as he walked over to the old dark oak chair he had been sitting on and dragged it closer to where you were, taking a seat on it once again as he leaned back in the chair. Another few moments of silence passed as he decided what exactly he had wanted, and judging by how hard he was staring from behind the mask you could tell that it wasn’t exactly anything you’d consider good.
“…How about you wrap your mouth around something long and hard?”
He started, and didn’t have any intention of finishing. It took you a second to even register what he was implying. Eyes widening as you realize that he wanted you to suck him off. He wasn’t serious, was he? You weren’t experienced in that sort of thing at all, and you probably would’ve guessed that he knew that you weren’t too considering the fact that he had been watching your lonely ass for a year, probably more than that if you start thinking about it.
“Don’t worry. I know that you don’t have any experience with this sort of thing, but I’d be happy to guide you through it. Let you know what you’re doing right, and what you’re doing wrong...”
Was there a slight purr to his voice, or had you been imagining things? Were you going crazy? You had to be going crazy. Maybe you were already locked up in an institution and your mind had created some sort of morbid reality that you were unfortunate enough to be in. You’d honestly take that over this whole thing being real, actually.
“You… you actually want me to suck you off?” You questioned, brows furrowing as a slight frown made its way onto your face. He simply nodded his head at you, not bothering to give you a worded response as you sat there and immediately started to think about things in your head. You didn’t have much experience in sex, and considering your lack of sexual encounters you didn’t really have the time to figure things out. But you had to go through with this, and do everything as best as you can so you don’t end up being reported on the news. You’d rather live to see another day, maybe get your lactose intolerant ass another strawberry milkshake once this is all over. It’d definitely be a good enough reward in your eyes, considering how unreal everything was to you at the moment.
He waved his hand at you, moving his pointer finger in a “come hither” motion as you realized that he was becoming impatient. So you quickly shuffled onto your knees, crawling over to him awkwardly as you prayed that your knees would forgive you for the abuse they had to endure. You couldn’t place your hands anywhere since they were tied behind your back, leaving you to have to balance yourself as you tried to straighten yourself up, leaning closer to him as your shoulders softly bumped into his knees, making you mumble out a sorry that you had immediately wished to take back.
Unfortunately, it was too late for take backsies. Especially since you would have to fully commit to… whatever this was.
He moved his gloved hand to gently grab at your jaw, pinky finger brushing against the cut he had made on the underside of it as you let out a quiet hiss. His thumb pushed at your lips, continuing to do so until you finally got the message and opened your mouth up a bit to let him push it against your tongue. The taste of leather invaded your tastebuds, smooth material slicked as saliva pooled within your mouth and coated his thumb. You pressed your tongue up against it, letting out a quiet groan as he let out a surprised little “ oh ” that you would’ve missed if it weren’t for how focused you were on getting a good enough reaction out of him. As you closed your lips around his thumb and sucked lightly on it, he suddenly pulled it out from your mouth and moved his hand towards his cloak, moving it up and out of the way so he could reach the belt around his pants.
As he unbuckled it hurriedly, he tugged his pants down to his knees as best as he could before leaning forward and pushing them down more to his calves to allow you to move closer to his lap, and that you did as you moved in between his legs, staring down at the bulge in his underwear with an unsure look on your face. He really was big, obviously not extremely or worryingly big, but bigger than average. You and your throat appreciated that very much, so you decided not to complain or speak as you moved your head down, mouth getting closer to his bulge as you stared down at the precum leaking through the soft fabric with a lick of your lips.
You could feel your mouth watering as you nibbled a little bit on your bottom lip, finally deciding to just go for it as you pressed your lips to his hard bulge, mouthing kisses against it as you tried your best to not think about how weirdly absurd this entire situation was. He placed his hand on your hair again, not grabbing it this time but still keeping it firmly placed against it. The knife in his other hand remained frozen in his grasp as he muttered something under his breath, gloved fingers tapping against the blade of the hunting knife as he moved his free hand to push down his underwear, wanting to speed up the process since he wasn’t in the mood to go slow.
You moved back, allowing him to do his thing before settling right back into position. He wrapped his hand around his uncircumcised cock (noted) and pumped it a few times, pointing it towards you so you could really get started. You looked up at him for a moment before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, flicking the tip of your tongue against the head before giving it a light suck, the taste of his precum sitting on your tongue as you continued to give him light flicks to his tip and sucks around his head. He moved his hand to your hair and gripped it gently, letting out a few words of praise as you licked around the head before feeling comfortable enough to take him in just a little bit more. You had only really seen blowjobs happen in porn, and even then you couldn’t really tell if the receiver was actually enjoying it or not. It seemed easy enough, but you weren’t too sure if you were doing it right or if what you’re doing actually had any effect on him, especially with that mask keeping you from assessing the possible expressions on his face.
You continued to take him into your mouth little by little, bobbing your head a bit as you licked around his shaft, pressing your tongue against a vein before licking at it slowly. You gave him another suck, causing him to tighten his grip on your hair but judging by the little noises you could hear coming from him he was probably enjoying it. You pulled your head back, sucking on the tip again and flicking your tongue against it. He let out a groan this time, hips starting to buck up as he pushed your head down a bit, fucking into your mouth at a slow and thankfully comfortable pace as you tried to do the best that you could do. You continued to suck him off, flicking your tongue at his shaft before flattening your tongue around it with a tighter suck this time around. He let out a quiet moan, and you pushed your head down to take more of him in.
And as you went lower and lower, taking in more than you thought you could handle whilst also making sure not to give him a reason to kill you right then and there, you felt him push into your throat, gagging a bit around his cock as you tried to breathe through your nose. You heard about that little trick from something that you had read a long time ago, and thankfully you were able to recall it now. You heard something drop onto the floor with a loud clang, but you couldn’t even bother to try and see what it was.
And judging by the fact that another hand was on your head, you guessed that he had decided to drop his knife, which made you feel a whole lot safer.
But it wasn’t exactly a good thing, especially when he started to grip your head and push your head down further, making you lose your composure for a brief moment before you had thankfully recovered. Slobber had already been dropping from your mouth, dripping onto his bush and sliding down the rest of his cock that you hadn’t taken in just yet. He started to buck his hips up again, cock moving further down your throat as he started to take a faster pace this time around. This took you off guard, and made you panic a little bit as you had suddenly forgotten how to breathe before it quickly came back to you. After all, you shouldn’t be forgetting about that little tip, especially since it was an amazingly good thing to know.
You would cough if you could, but he was almost furiously thrusting up into your mouth as if he had been deprived of any physical contact for such a long time. Maybe he really had been wanting you in more ways than one, and this seemed to have proved it as he held your head tight and continued to facefuck you until your throat burned and tears slid down your cheeks. He let out a huff that would transform into another moan, voice becoming all too loud from behind the mask as he graced your ears with his moans and groans of pleasure. His pace quickened as he started to getting closer climaxing, abruptly stopping his abuse on your throat as he pulled you off of his cock and stared at your ruined face, his chest rising and falling as the dim light above him flickered, illuminating his form as your blurry eyes took him in.
He looked… beautiful. Not in the conventional way, obviously. But he still looked great under the lighting. He was so… morbidly gorgeous, but you honestly couldn’t tell if you were only thinking this because you were really out of it or because you were too horny to remember what kind of situation you were in.
It didn’t matter to you though as you took in shallow breaths, blinking away the tears in your eyes as you stared up at him with some sort of longing in your eyes. He couldn’t help but feel… happy about the look in your eyes. Twisting his fingers around the roots of your hair before pushing your mouth back around his cock and fucking into it again, this time at a much slower pace as he felt your throat squeeze against his shaft, making him wonder just how well you’d take him if he were able to properly fuck you just like he’d always fantasize.
“Fuck…”
He should’ve never gotten attached to you in the first place, it wasn’t like him to do so.
But he couldn’t help but fall in love with you, even if you didn’t know who he was, or how he ever decided that you’d become the one he was obsessed with. All of those pictures of you that he had only reminded him of just how wonderful you are. Even when you cry, even when you smile, even when you get so angry or embarrassed that he just can’t help but let his cold little heart throb at the sight of you.
He should be the one to ruin you after all.
To break you down would be one of the greatest things to have ever happened to him. Knowing that he was the one to tear you apart and finally put an end to your miserable little life would’ve granted him even more pleasure than he could bear, but he couldn’t imagine his life with you unknowingly being in it.
You were perfect to him. He realized that a long time ago, but he was reassured as you pushed your head down further yourself, trying your best to please him as though he were deserving of it.
“Mm… perfect, that’s it.”
Oh so perfect.
He wanted nothing more than to devour all of the hope that you had left, and make you depend on him and only him. And as he continued to fuck into your mouth, noticing that you had been trying your best to keep up and continue to use your tongue or at least get a few sucks in, he realized that you belonged to him.
That you needed him.
“You’re so good… so good to me.”
And with that, he came. Holding you down as his cock throbbed in your throat and he let out a garbled noise, balls tightening as he released a nice little load down your throat and forced you to swallow as he pinched your nose close right after he had pulled out. He watched as you gulped down as much as you could, using his other hand the pump the remaining cum onto your lips, a few stray shots getting onto the rest of your face as he stared down at you with a satisfied look on his face that you unfortunately wouldn’t see. You looked up at him in waiting, licking the cum that painted your lips as you swallowed that down too.
He placed his gloved hand on your cheek, slightly caressing it as he tilted his head and wondered just what he should do with you.
He finally had an answer for both himself and you as he pushed you off of him, standing up and putting his underwear and pants back on before bending down to pick up the hunting knife he had dropped. He turned towards you as you cowered in fear, wondering if he were going to kill you now because you didn’t do a sufficient enough job, and as he approached you closed your eyes and prepared for the worst, feeling his presence nearing you as he came closer and held his knife closer to you.
You hoped that it would be quick, but the pain had never come. In fact you had felt him pushing against you as he reached around your back and cut at the rope that tied your wrists together. He then backed up and cut the rope tied around your ankles, freeing you from your constraints and allowing you to finally move around and stretch as you had wanted to. He simply stood back up and stared down at you, knife ominously glinting in the dim light that appeared to glow brighter, but you knew it was your mind playing weird tricks on you.
“I’ll let you go this time, but I plan on paying you a visit. So watch out for me, will you?”