#gwtgwgfsds SOMEONE STOP ME

[mrsoharaa]

𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖

characters; your 2 faves x you!

cw; spooky/creepy vibes, knife play (?? if you leer hard enough I guess?), suspense, predatory x prey play.

a/n; just a litttttle gander of what I want to sooo desperately want to get into towards spooky time! I've been thinking about this for a whileee now and I just can't wait to dip a wii bit into the dark content area with this sort of context ~ 👀😩🥴

The heavy pants of your breaths fills the foggy, muggy air. Chest rising and falling frantically as nothing but shrouded mist and bone swelling anxiety dwells into the thick marrow.

You take a deep breath. 1, 2, and then exhale. Calming the hectic breathing collapsing from your chest. Closing your eyes momentarily, as a snapped twig immediately catches your attention, your heart thrashing more erratically against your weighted, heaving chest. Goosebumps quickly nipping all over your prickled skin, a thrilling, eerie chill seizing down your arched spine amongst the damped tree trunk hiding your shuddering little figure.

Motionless you tried to still every atom and bone in your jittering body, taking in cautious breaths as to compose yourself from any noticeable signs of your lingering, frightened presence.

Finally having the time to collect yourself from the growing anxiety and terror clawing it's way through your bones, you gently close your eyes and relax fully into the distant comfort of the trees moldy trunk. Your hands unball from it's tighten, anxious confinements and your limbs loosen in their stifled contractions.

Nothing but the sound of distant owls whooing in the moggy air and the slight breeze of a dreary wind. Hardly, coaxing you into a space of serenity and peace.

And with your body finally getting to it's final stage of relaxation from gripping tensity and terror, your lips shudder out a sharpen gasp as your head instinctively tilts upward as a cold metal brisk smoothly yet, promptly at the nape of your neck. Feeling the edge of the sudden sharpen blade against the supple skin of your staggering throat. A gloved, strong hand gradually and firmly, snugging it's way around the rest of your throat beneath the knife's placement. Long covered fingers drape ever so dangerously tightly around the constricting base of your throat. A low, heinous chuckle creepily wisps within the dreaded air.

Immediately, your body and mind melds back into that frantic state of horror and fear. A tinge of exhilieration and adrenaline runs through the course of your pumping blood. Nothing but sheer dismay and panic permeates all through your trembling, pinned body.

You inhale a deep gasp as you feel the fingers easily, forciably motion your head towards the right. Forcing you to gaze at the masked stranger holding you threateningly against the uncomfortable rigid bark prodding against your back.

"There you are angel...didn't take us long to find you, hm?" the muffled, deep voice coos with such wicked malice linting in his tone, tilting and angling the tip of the knife just right at the bridge of the underside of your chin.

Us? as in, plural? more then just one - oh.

Every ounce of fiber in your body hurled into a deeper state of dread and alarm. Another bleak touch of a filed blade caresses the tender of your soft left cheek, slowly, terrifyingly grazing down from the plush of the supple flesh to the corner of your tightly pursed lush lips.

You felt your pounding heart immediately drop to the pit of your churning stomach. Eyes still tightly knitted closed as your quivering skin basks in nothing but absolute panic. Mind restlessly racing with troubled thoughts.

"What a pretty little thing you are, yeah? guess we got ourselves a catch here, hm partner?" the one holding the blade against your lips purs with demented amusement, a devious low cackle tainting the thicken air around you. Angling the tip of his blade down into the pliable plump skin of your bottom lip, hardly displaying your tongue and gritted teeth.

The other, gently rakes the edge of his blade along the underside of your chin, up along the tightened alignment of your clenched jawline, leaning ever so dangerously and uninvitingly close to the shell of your feverish ear. The stifled husk of hot breaths seeping through the material of his mask, gnawing against the velvety plush of your skin.

"Indeed we do, now the question remains..." the touch of the man whisking heavily into the shell of your ear's blade brisks ever so musingly at the flesh of your jaw. Erupting those pesky goosebumps and hot flashed terror all over your stiffened stature. His masked face crooning into the slant of your neck and ear, flinging the tip of his blade coyishly against your tittering skin.

"What do we do with our pretty little captive, now that we have cornered her?"

The other chuckles amusingly, menacingly as he closes himself into the enclosed space of your general personal vicinity. His own mask nearly grazing over the hilt of your hiked chin, breathing almost hungrily, impatiently against the warm, shaky flesh. His own blade drowsing down the slope of your neck down to the indents of your collarbone.

"Isn't it obvious?..." he mellows with such certainty, eagerness almost honing his dreadful, leering toying tone. Cranes his own head closer towards yours.

"We break her of course"