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KING - (ONE)

• LILLITH •

When I tell you my day couldn’t get any.fucking.better – I mean that will every ounce of sarcasm left in me. Why I decided to take a contract in the middle of the fucking Tundra is beyond me. Oh, I know. I love the thrill. I love being caught in the action. Watching grown men who thought they were the biggest and baddest asses on this Earth piss themselves when they see me will never get old. In fact, thats better than sex.

Being the best operator in the field with the most kills – not in the Country, but in the entire world does something to a woman. And the beauty of all of it, nobody knows what I look like. Well, alive to tell it anyway. I like my private life. Nobody will ever recognize me without my mask – but with my mask, everyone knows who I am. And I also love that. It’s the best of both worlds. What more could a girl ask for?

The cold bit through my thermal gear as I lay against the white snow. My sniper set up with a grey and white cloth on top to cover all the darkest parts. Cant have my position blown while I’m out in the open. That would be embarrassing. I’ve been laying here for almost 5 hours – not able to move and my bladder is about to burst. If my target doesn’t hurry up, I may say fuck it and settle for hand-to-hand combat. It beats lying on the freezing ground.

Robert Eager. The guy’s name is just as stupid as his actions. His lucky name landed in my lap and landed across the United States blacklist for an inexcusable organization. Child Trafficking. As soon as my eyes scanned across the words, my stomach turned into knots. One thing I will never understand is how someone could do that to any human – let alone a child. This guy will be one of the many that I enjoy taking the life from. To say I’m eager, is an understatement.

I check the watch on my right wrist – 17:46. The sun is starting to set, making my position even more untraceable. One of Roberts facilities is here in the Tundra – smart man. Making it to where it’s almost impossible to get to due to the weather and the extremities that come with it.

Almost.

I’ve been in far worse situations than this and I promise you one thing, I will find a fucking way. When it comes to children, there are no excuses. Shit gets done – even if that means it takes my last breath. I took it doing the right thing.

Movement through my scope makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Adrenaline shoots through me as my day, well evening just got a whole lot better. Head lights from one of Roberts SUVs beam across the wintery surface. The beauty of snow and flat land is you can see for miles.

I adjust the zoom on my scope and watch the sleazy fucker exit out of the bunker – a wide smile on his face as he shakes the hands of two other men. Who? I don’t know, but they seem a little too happy for me – so they can meet the same miserable fate as Mr. Eager. Is it part of the contract? No, but I also don’t take orders from anyone. I work for myself and if someone has an issue, they can address it with a less qualified operator.

My heart rate picks up as Robert gets into the first SUV and the other two men get into the one behind him. Friends? Acquaintances? Buyers? Don’t know, but they will all have the same title in the next ten minutes. Dead.

Roberts SUV comes to life and heads towards me. The other one following close behind. I’m about a mile away with my ‘baby’. As coincidental as it may be, my sniper rifle is one of the best – The Tundra. She goes with me anywhere I go, and nothing gets past her .308 self.

Headlights illuminate me, but to the naked eye I’m invisible. I take a deep breath and hold as the cross hairs on my scope align with the grill of the SUV. I pull the trigger, and a faint sound echoes through the air as Roberts SUV veers off the snowy road and into the tree line. Immediately, I fire another at the second SUV, and it takes the same fate.

Once the SUVs come to a stop, eight men exit out of the vehicles – four with each. All of them with their guns drawn. Some of them with pistols and others with sub machine guns. All looking around trying to find me. Jokes on them, I’m the ghost of Christmas past.

I draw in another breath and fire at one of the men with a pistol in hand. Red and yellow splatter behind him and coat the ground. Thank God for thermal scopes. The other seven men tense and grip their guns a little tighter looking straight ahead towards me. The shitty thing about sniping is your position gets known after your shoot.

I get to my feet as quietly as I can and run outwards towards the crash site. I don’t want to run at them head on and get swissed, so were going to play a little game of “surprise-n-die”. One of my favorites.

I watch through my black and white night vision as the men cautiously head towards where I once was. Some bodyguards.

“Theres no way anyone knew about this site.” His voice even sounds fucking ugly. “Fuck!”

Yeah, fuck is right.

I look towards to SUVs, and I only see three men in both vehicles. Perfect. I sneak up behind the man closest to me as my fingers wrap around my hooked knife strapped to my thigh. She’s a nasty bitch. I quickly cover his mouth with my free hand and pull his head back towards me. His body tenses as fight or flight kick in – but not quick enough. I bring my blade towards his throat and pull. Tendons, muscles and tissue separate quickly from the intrusion. His warm blood coats my hand as his body jerks forward. I can feel his hands fly up to his neck, but there’s no fixing that. Hes fucked.

I roll my eyes as he falls to his knees – his hands trying to hold in the blood, but its seeping through his fingers. Overdramatic much?

“The fuck was that?” the man several feet in front of him says. The beauty about the Tundra, when there’s no light, its pitch fucking black. “Rocky?”

I almost chuckled hearing the terror in his voice. “Rocky? Man, stop fucking with me.”

My next target, number six, stops as the rest keep walking. Were these guys even trained or did Robert find them at some random place and put a gun in their hands…because Jesus Christ. “Rocky?”

I step closer to where he can barely make me out, “Sorry, Rocky isn’t available.” Before he had time to react, I stabbed him in the dick and immediately slit his throat as well. The dick was personal. I don’t know if he touched the kids like that, but I’m guessing the worst. I watch him as he falls to his knees and look ahead. The rest of the guys stop and look back.

I roll my neck as I put my knife back and grab my pistols. Each strapped against my thighs. Its getting cold and I’m ready to go. I raise both guns and fire a single bullet into each guy’s head. I’m not in the mood for any more formalities.

I head back to the SUVs and start with the one with the two men. I reholster my left pistol but keep a tight grip on my right. I swing the door open, the interior light illuminating the two men – both with wide eyed faces as I point my gun at them.

“Who the fuck are you?” I don’t have time to pussy foot around. Rocky’s blood was starting to make my hand go numb from the cold.

“I-I” That’s all the closest one could get out before I fired a round through his skull. His blood and brains painting the guy sitting beside him.

I exhale a frustrated breath, “I didn’t ask for a fucking speech impediment. Who the fuck are you?”

“Paul.”

Quick and to the point. I like it.

“Okay, Paul,” I start, “Tell me what I want to know.”

He goes to speak, but I cut him off, “And don’t ask any questions or fuck with me. The more detail the better. The better the detail, the more I’m willing to let you live.”

“I’m here on business,” He blurts out. “Look, I have a wife and kids! I’ll pay yo-.” The guy couldn’t even finish the sentence before I fired a round into his stomach. A wife AND kids?! I did all of them a favor. Any man wanting to fuck and touch little kids doesn’t deserve to have the family life.

The man screamed out and I shot two more rounds into both of his knees. His loud pleas turning silent. Tears streamed down his face as he hyperventilated from the trauma. I left the door open as I walked over to the SUV that Robert was in. I could hear the family man cursing my name for everything he thought I was worth. He’ll either freeze to death or an animal will rip him apart within the next several hours. I did my good deed for keeping the door open allowing them to get in and supplying the scent of blood.

The wonderful circle of life.

Roberts SUV tries to come to life, but that .308 bullet going through the motor doesn’t stand a chance. The engine whines and whines, but never turns over. I jerk open the passenger door and climb in – my pistol still gripped in my right hand.

“So, where we going?” I love toying with my contracts before I kill them. It lightens the mood.

With spit flying out of his mouth and teeth grit, “Fuck you, you stupid bitch!”

I place my left hand over my heart and give him puppy dog eyes, “Robert, you hurt my feelings.”

“You don’t have feelings,” he counters quickly. “Anyone who can kill people for a fucking living doesn’t have feelings.”

I throw my head back and laugh, “Anyone who takes innocent children away from their families to sell them is far worse than me. I have my skeletons Robert, but you, you have demons.”

And there it is, the nervous bead of sweat that starts across the forehead. “I’ll pay you.” Hes desperate.

“How much?” I’ll bite.

Seeing a sliver of relief across his face made me smile beneath my mask, “Fifteen million.”

Holy shit. That’s the most anyone has ever offered me and if I’m being honest, that’s five times the amount I’m getting paid for. “Deal.”

Robert jerked his back, I’m assuming he wasn’t expecting me to take the deal, “So you’re not going to kill me?”

I lower my gun, “Scouts honor,” I say holding up my hand. Robert pulls out his phone and I watch as he navigates through his banking apps. He clicks on a green icon and looks over at me, “Y-you have information for me to send it.”

Its comical how bad the phone is shaking in his hand, “Yeah, my routing is 956287413”. He puts the numbers in with the exact amount of fifteen million and presses send. After a few seconds, it goes through with confirmation.

Roberts body relaxes as he slumps against the seat. I sit up and open the door, “Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Eager.” The snow crunches under my boots as I get out of the SUV and the cold wraps around me once again.

Our eyes lock and I raise my pistol and fire two rounds into each of his thighs. He immediately jolts forward and screams, “You fucking bitch! We had a deal!”

“I’m honoring my deal Mr. Eager. I said I wouldn’t kill you. Those are flesh wounds,” I say with a smirk. I go walk off, but stop, “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say as I point my pistol towards him, “I have one round left,”. I fire the last round at his chest. I’m sure I grazed his heart, but it wasn’t dead center. I’m a woman of my word. I didn’t kill him.

I walk off, leaving the door open like I did the other SUV. I can hear small whimpers coming from the family man – it wont be much longer. I reach for the radio on my vest, “Hey Nik, come pick me up.”

Nikolai is one of my oldest friends and a damn good pilot. When I need him he’s there. Hes tried talking me into joining an operators group - Task Force 141, but I work best alone. Don’t get me wrong, those guys are the best of the best. I’ve seen them operate. They never knew I was there, but I was impressed.

“Be there in two,” Nik replied. That really means he’ll be here in less than a minute.

I walk back over to where my sniper rifle is, pick it up and assemble it back in the case. The roar of helicopter blades vibrates through my gear and my chest.

“I thought you said you were ready!” He yells as he gets out of the helicopter.

I walk over to him and he takes my sniper case. “I thought you said you were two minutes out!”

Nik gives me a wink and I climb into the back of the helo and grab my headset.

Without giving me time to adjust my headset, Nik says, “Shepherd wants to see you.”

I roll my eyes as I get settled in the passenger seat of the helo beside Nik. “About?”

“You know he cant tell me, Lil.”

Nik is one of the few that know my real name. Everyone else knows me by my call sign: Widow. Trust me, I didn’t give myself that name – everyone else did. I’m the mystery woman everyone wants their hands on.

I take in a deep breath, “Fine.”

Nik brings the helo to life and I set the coordinates to Washington D.C. I hate Shepherd, but he gives me contracts and pays me. It’s strictly personal business, but I have a feeling he is wanting to change that.

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KING

You worked alone, but overhearing a conversation made you consider a team just this once. Being the most feared and skilled operator had its perks - but it also had a long list of enemies ready to have your head as a trophy. One enemy in particular stopping at nothing. He was going to have you one way or another - and there was no denying him. There was no denying Konig.

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Devour Me - Chapter 12

               “She was my mother too.”

               The words molted into your brain like lava molts against the soft Earths floor. Alessa’s words replayed over and over as you felt your world spiral. “Th-theres no way,” you say to her shaking your head. “Make it make sense.”

               Alessa looks over at you, “Its something I am still trying to figure out. Time stood still here but as they tried to ‘cleanse’ my mother of being a witch, she ended up pregnant – luckily, no one knew about it until after the fact.”

               One word escaped your lips, “How?”

               “I don’t know.” Alessa’s eyes pierced over at you, “What do you remember of your childhood, Ally?”

               You swallowed hard. Thinking back, you cant remember much of your childhood. Your earliest memory was your teenage years. You had tried hard to think back and delve deep in your mind of your life as a kid, but each time you would get a migraine and your whole body felt as if it was lit on fire – everything hurt.

               “I don’t remember.”

               “Think harder.” You could hear a bit of desperation on Alessa’s voice.

               You swallowed hard as your eyes locked with hers, then to Pyramid Head before closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath. As you exhaled the breath from your lungs, faint memories started coming to you, but it almost seemed like something you dreamt of. “Loud,” was the first thing you said. “With lots of people.”

               The memory was becoming clearer. You couldn’t see where, but the commotion was deafening. You couldn’t move, like you were being held back. “I cant move.” You could tell you were surrounded by people. Angry people that were taller than you – but you couldn’t make out any faces. “Theres yelling. Angry people.”

               “What are they wearing?” Alessa’s voice making the memory come back a little more clearer.

               Your brows furrow as you think harder, but this time the migraine is not there. “Torn clothes. Like they have been wearing them for a long time.”

               “Why cant you move?”

               “I-I don’t know. Its like someone is holding me back. Or protecting me.” The words protecting me, send a chill down your spine. “Wait.” You fought harder to get a clearer picture.

               “Witch!”

               “Burn them all!”

               “Her and her children have plagued this place!”

               You shook your head back and forth. Panic shot through you as you tried to open your eyes, but you couldn’t. “No,” you whisper out. The sea of people surrounding you parted ways and a lady dressed in red walked towards you.

               “Take her and the child,” she snarled. “Take them both down below. Find the other child and lock her down there as well,” she says as she turns her back to you. “Tomorrow, tomorrow we will be cleansed.”

               You felt another set of hands on you and your eyes flew open as you gasped for air. “They knew,” you said.

               “Who?”

               “The church. They knew about me,” you say still gasping for air.

               “No. They didn’t know about you until after you were taken out of Silent Hill,” Alessa says looking at you confused.

               “I was in a room full of people,” you start, “and that fucking red lady was there. She told them to take ‘them’ down below and grab the other child and bring her down too.”

               “Ally.” You could hear it in Alessa’s voice. You didn’t respond back. “That was me. That happened to me.”

               You take in a ragged breath, “That’s what I saw.” Alessa throws her head back. “I just want to know what the hell is going on. Why cant I remember things about…me?”

               “I told you what is going on. Our mother made a curse when she was being burned. Its going to take both you and I to break it,” Alessa pauses, “And im not breaking it. They deserve to die.”

               “What about me?! I didn’t sign up for this!” You said as you stand up. You see Pyramid Head shift out of the corner of your eye.

               “Careful Ally,” Alessa warns. “He may have feelings for you, but he is still my protector.”

               “Fuck you,” you spit as you walk towards the door.

               You hear Alessa laugh, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

               Still walking you say, “I could give a fuck less what you think I should do. I need some fresh air anyway.”

               “Ally.” It was a warning, but when did you ever follow the rules. You placed your hand on the door handle and flung the door open, stomping your way down the hallway trying to find the closest exit out of this disgusting Hospital. You needed space to process all this. You need air to cleanse your lungs rather the dusty molded walls of the Hospital.

               Halfway down the corridor you were walking, the sound of screeching perked your ears. You stop and turn halfway to see Pyramid Heading taking up most of the space around him. “Im not escaping!” You shout, “I just need some damn air!”

               You go to turn back to keep walking, but his footsteps pick up and sound heavier. The hair on the back of your neck stood up knowing that the change in his walking indicated just how pissed off he was. A loud bang made you jump as the walls around you shook. He had dropped his sword and was coming at you in a rage of fury.

               Fear went through you and you started walking faster. You dared not to run, knowing that would for sure set him off and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could outrun you – regardless how heavy his helm was.

               You come up on a doorway to your right. The room is open with a broken window and you dart inside – not bothering to shut the door. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. You sprint towards the window and poke your head out. The fog is still just as thick and you cant tell which floor of the Hospital you are on, but breathing in outside air again, eased you.

               Pyramid Head stormed inside the room and before you could protest or defend yourself, he grabbed you by the back of your neck and threw you onto the bed the sat against the wall. “I just needed some air!” The grunt that came from him told you he didn’t care.

               “Pyramid Hea- “. You couldn’t even get his name out before his hand enclosed around your throat. The grunts coming from him were different than they normally were. They were deeper. Raspier.

               Primal.

               His other hand grabs your clothes and rips them off you. Ripped fabric leaving red marks across your skin. His thick fingers roughly enter your tight pussy without any warning – making you arch your back and your pink walls flutter. It doesn’t take long as he pumps his fingers in and out of you for his fingers to become coated in your slick arousal.

               He knows your body. He knows cutting off your air supply will make you bend to his will any way that he wants you. Your eyes start rolling in the back of your head as his fingers roughly devour you. Squelching noises from your wet pussy fill your ears and it makes him pump into you harder. Faster. You feel your walls contract and the sudden urge to pee overwhelms you, but you welcome it.

               Pyramid Head lets go of your throat and you take in the deepest breath you can and scream immediately as the orgasm rips through you. You hear how wet hes made you and can feel yourself squirt all over his hand – making it run down your ass and onto the bed, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you hard with his fingers.

               Your hands reach down and grab his wrist, a silent plea to stop and that you cant take anymore. He removes your hands from him with his other hand and continues to pump his thick fingers into your drenched pussy.

               “Please!” you moan out, “Please! I cant take anymore.”

               He grunts louder and you feel another wave of having to pee and the more you fight it, the faster it comes. You squirt all over Pyramid Heads hand again, but in the midst of soaking his hand again, he quickly pulls out his fingers and shoves his thick cock into you. Making your screams go silent. It was too much pleasure.

               Just like his fingers, he fucked you hard and rough. He finally let go of your wrists and you immediately wrapped them around his neck, bringing him closer to you. His grunts coming from his helm filled your ears and made your wet pussy flutter around his dick. With each flutter, his thrust became harder – to the point your pelvis was hurting. But it was painful pleasure. Something you would never complain about.

               “Don’t stop,” you breath out a moan, “I need it. I need you.”

               Those words sent him over the edge as he buries his cock deep in your pussy and grunts hard. You feel his warm cum fill you and your walls clench around him – milk out every last drop of cum he gives you. He stays inside you for a few minutes as your eyes grow heavier. You thought you needed space, but this…this is what you truly needed.

               Pyramid Head pulls out of you and watches as your eyes close and your breathing evens out. He loved how feisty you were, but this was his favorite version of you. At peace and all because of him. He fixed the apron around his waist and then scooped you up – your head resting against his shoulder.

               “She suits you.” Pyramid Head looked towards Alessa. “No I wasn’t standing here watching you,” she says with a grin. “Take her back to your place and you both get some rest. Weve got planning to do.”

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Devour Me - Chapter 11

               The weight of the world felt like it weighed on your shoulders. How stupid could you possibly be? How could you fuck up the one person who everyone feared in this soulless town? You kept the distance between you two, but the hair on the back of your neck still standing up from the demonic creatures who wanted to tear the skin off your body. You were certain if there was anymore of a gap between you and Pyramid Head, they wouldn’t hesitate – so you decided to close the gap between you and him just a little bit.

               His footsteps shook the hospital with every step he took. You didn’t know where you were going and as far as you knew, he was taking you to the place to finally rid himself of his burdens. You. Your stomach twisted at the thought of being killed by him. You couldn’t deny that you had caught feelings and the stupid stunt you pulled only made your overthinking brain worse.

               Your mind went elsewhere and delved deeper into your mind. You lived a lonely life before you got to Silent Hell, so really being brought here was kind of a saving grace. A fuck up one, sure, but a saving grace.

               Your body crashed into something hard – startling you from your thoughts. You jumped back and looked up. It was him. “Sorry,” you whispered out. Your arms wrapped around your body. A dead giveaway of your anxiety.

               He cocked his head to the side to look at you, but not much. Just enough to show his annoyance of you not paying attention. You swallowed hard as you noticed his muscles tensing and then you looked past him to see rusted double doors. This was it.

               Pyramid Head pushed open the doors and the screeching of metal on metal pierced your ears. You quickly covered your ears with your hands and shut your eyes. “WHERE ARE WE,” you shout out at him over the sound, but just as you started shouting, he stopped pushing the doors and the screeching stopped. “Going?”

               He doesn’t answer you and you knew it was pointless to ask, but it was killing you not knowing if this was the end of the road for you or a new beginning. “If you’re going to kill me, just go ahead and get it over with. I can’t stand the suspense.” Your tone coming out a mixture of anxiety and aggravated.

               Pyramid Head ignores you and keeps walking as if you’re not there. At least where he’s headed is lit more than where you two have been at. You jog forward to close the distance between you two – but its mainly so nothing tries to grab you because you knew he would probably let the other creatures kill you.

               “Can you at least,” you pause, trying to find the words, “I don’t know, do something! Stop ignoring me!” That came out a little louder and harsher than you expected. You hated being ignored and it lit a fucking fire deep in you.

               Just as you inhaled to say something else, the same breath you breathed in was harshly taken from you. Pyramid Head grabbed you by your throat and pushed you against the hard concrete wall. Your fingers clung to his wrist as your fingernails dug into his skin. Fresh blood seeping out of half-crescent shaped moons from your nails.

               “He doesn’t like betrayal,” a voice said. It was her. Alessa.

               Your head pounded from lack of oxygen and also from the iron grip he had on your throat. You could feel your face heating up and your lips swelling from the blood building up. You mouthed ‘please’, and Pyramid Heads grip tightened. Your vision blackened and your ears thumped with your heartbeat.

               “He may be a monster to some, but when it comes to you, he does feel. I told you this earlier and you act is if you could care less. So, he could care less.” You could barely hear her words, but they felt like a knife in the chest. “Don’t mistake his kindness for weakness Ally,” she continued, “Because he can show you just how weak he really is.”

               You retracted your nails from him and instead, replaced them with your fingertips. You stopped struggling and allowed yourself to melt right into his grasp. Trust was something you struggled with, but you couldn’t think of one time where Pyramid Head broke your trust. He protected you. He brought you to Alessa just like you asked and he has never done that with anyone. It was you who was biting the hand that was feeding you and now the hand was fighting back.

               You were on the verge of passing out, when you felt his grasp loosen. You gasped in as much air as he allowed and that’s when you realized he was the one in control, you just needed to trust that he will keep you from harms way. Tears filled your eyes at the realization and from lack of oxygen.

               “What id give to be you,” Alessa says. “I’ve never seen my Executioner so…in love.”

               In love?

               Butterflies swarmed in your belly as the words replayed in your head. You could hear Pyramid Heads breathing pick up from the four-letter word leaving Alessa’s mouth. Pyramid Head lets go of your throat and you lunge forward and land on your knees – chest heaving as you take in as much air as you can.

               Pyramid Head stands there before you, looking down at your submissive state. You catch your breath as much as you can, and you look up at him. A deep growl radiates from his helm seeing you there on your knees before him.

               A giggle breaks the silence and the tension in the room as Alessa walks past you both and heads into the living area. It looks like this used to be some sort of office. It’s big, maybe it was the director’s office of the hospital, but its set up like a little apartment. Alessa walks over to a love seat and sits down with a grin on her face – eyes pierced right at you.

               Pyramid Head continues to stand there, but notions with his helm for you to take the chair that is across from the love seat. Obediently, you get up and sit in the chair like you were ‘told’ to do.

               “This town has a dark history,” Alessa says. Her gaze has drifted away from you and out towards the two windows on the far side of the wall behind you. You look over at Alessa and there is no emotion in her eyes. “They blame me for what happened to this town.”

               “Who?” you ask.

               She snorts and her eyes go back to you, “The church.” You furrow your brows as confusion spreads across your face. “Fifty-six years ago, there was a coal mining explosion in this town. I was eleven at the time and everything went to shit.”

               You draw your legs up to your chest and rest your head on your arms that you crossed on top of your knees. “There was something demonic down there that cursed this town. It was like time stopped and the world went to shit. Creatures crawled out of the cracks at night and never went back to where they came from. They tore people’s skin from their bodies. Their screams used to haunt me.”

               “For some reason,” she continues, “They never went inside the church. So obviously, people flocked there – me being one of them.”

               You look over and see Pyramid Heads muscles tighten. “For some reason, they never seem to bother me, and talk came about. The people of the church said I was the one who could cleanse the spirits of this town and the one who can break this curse.” You swallowed hard. “I think you know where I’m headed next.”

               You took in a sharp breath realizing the same torture they put you through is the same torture Alessa went through. “They fed me the same bullshit how I was the one who could fix everything,” she says as she gets off the love seat. “Just like they did you.”

               “I’m sorry tha-,” you go to say.

               “Don’t finish that sentence,” Alessa says through gritted teeth. “I’m not sorry at all. In fact, it made me who I am today and gave me a reason to do what I need to do.”

               You lower your head, looking at your fingernails, “But what does this has to do with me? I’m a nobody. I don’t understand how you and I are connected. I can feel the connection, but please help me understand my purpose with all of this.” It also came out like a plea.

               “You have a choice to make in the end. Lets hope you make the right one,” Alessa says.

               A frustrated sigh leaves you, “What fucking choice? I don’t understand a damn thing with this town and how its connected to me.”

               Alessa walks back over and sits on her love seat, “There was a woman who was taken to the church when the town was in an uproar. They casted her as a witch and blamed her for the dread that happened in the town. They tied her to a wooden post inside the church and burned her alive.”

               You gasp.

               “As the woman was burning, she never screamed out to make it stop. She never pleaded to end it all right then. But she did say one thing that has always stuck with me,” she pauses. “She said, ‘When I take my last breath, it will be split in two. And they will wreak havoc on you all.’”

               “Alessa,” you say, “I still don’t understand what this has to do with me. Can you please stop speaking in riddles and just tell me?”

               “Does the name Veronica Adams ring a bell?” she asks with a smirk.

               I jerk my head back as I stare back at her, “She was my mother.”

               “She was my mother too.”

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eat me whole

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Run For Me - SEVEN

What the fuck have I done? I chase after him – grabbing his hand to hold him back as his boot hits the first step. Without turning around, he snatches his hand back and proceeds to the second floor. Each step of his slow and calculated.

               I run past him and turn around to face him halfway up, “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t do this.” His eyes glare into mine with one meaning behind them. Kill. “Look, I’ll put their bodies up like you asked. Just please,” I take a deep breath, “Please leave Callie alone.”

               His eyes move from my left and right eyes. He waits a few seconds to respond. The silence killing me, “Move.”

               Fuck.

               I shake my head, “No. I cant let you do this.”

               He snorts. The fucker actually snorts like this is some joke and without hesitation, he grabs my arms places them over his shoulder and lifts me up. His shoulder resting against my stomach.

               “Put me down!” I scream as my fists collide with his back. He does nothing but keep walking up the stairs. Not even a grunt or anything. I keep pounding on his back and then a sharp sting to my ass causes me to stiffen.

               “Shut the fuck up Chloe,” he says harshly.

               I don’t listen because when do I ever listen…fully?

               I continue to beat against his hard back, even as he gets to the second floor of this house. I’m going to die anyway, so what’s the point in kissing ass or sucking dick? He goes right – headed towards Callies room. I lift my head to watch the door to my room slowly get further and further away.

               “Please! Don’t do this!” I yell as he stops just a few feet from Callies room. He roughly removes me from over his shoulder – gripping my arms as I land harshly on the wooden floor to keep me from falling.

               “All you had to do was what I asked. Now, her blood will be on your hands.” Its not a threat. Its not fucking around to get me to do what he needs me to do. It’s a goddamn promise.

               “I-I’ll do it, okay? I-I-I promise. Whatever you want me to do from now on, I’ll do it,” I cant stop the damn stuttering. “I-I’ll be your good girl like you want me to be.” I drop my head down as the last sentence goes past my lips.

               His hand grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my head back – a loud gasp coming out of me. He takes a step closer, towering over me, “Open. The fucking. Door.”

               My lips tremble, but the tears don’t come. His eyes divert from mine to my trembling lips and I watch as his pupils dilate. He lets go of my hair and I slowly turn around to face Callies door. I reach out with a shaking hand to the doorknob and slowly turn.

               The doorknob creaks as my hand turns – telling anyone who’s around just how long this place has been here. When I can’t turn the knob anymore, I slowly pull it towards me. I keep my eyes pointed down – too afraid of what I’m going to see.

               Once the door is fully open, he grabs my hair again and forces me to look up. I swallow hard as I see Callie tied to her bed by her wrists and ankles. I try to shake my head, but his death grip in my hair would cause strands to fall out.

               “Walk,” he says through gritted teeth.

               “Chloe.” Callies voice barely above a whisper. I sniffle back a tear. I refuse to cry in this situation. A part of me puts the blame on myself, but another part of me says that’s fucking stupid since we came here for a vacation. Not a murder mystery.

               “Callie,” I say back in the same octave. I try to take a step forward, but the masked man holds me in place. He steps closer to me, so his body is once again flush with mine.

               “Are you going to listen?” he asks darkly.

               I nod my head.

               He pulls my hair harder back to him and a breathy moan leaves my lips. I hear a discreet growl radiate through him as he brings his covered mouth next to my ear, “I said are you going to listen?”

               “Yes sir.” It comes out just enough for only him and I to hear.

               “Louder.”

               I swallow hard and take in a shaky breath, “Yes sir.” This time loud enough for everyone, including River and Jordan to hear…if they were alive.

               My eyes find Callies, and she is looking at me scared and confused. Something hard and cold touching my hand causes me to flinch. I try to look down, but he still holds me in place. “Take care of it.” He releases my hair and steps away from me.

               I look down and gasp. The knife he used on me last night that brought me so much pleasure, he wants me to cause so much pain. My chest tightens at the impossible task he is wanting from me. My breathing becomes heavier as my hands shake.

               “Chloe.” I look up at Callie – tears streaming down her face, “Don’t do this, Chloe.”

               I don’t want to do this.

               I stand there – feet glued to the floor, “You have sixty seconds.” His voice causing me to jump, and I almost drop the knife.

               I take a step forward – my whole body shaking. With each slow step, Callie frantically pulls against her restraints. “Chloe, stop,” she sobs. Her words coming out broken.

               “Thirty,” his voice reminding me of the time frame.

               I stop just beside the bed – his words replaying over in my mind.

               ‘Now, her blood will be on your hands.’

               He meant literally.         

               “Twenty.”

               Twenty seconds to kill my roommate. My best friend. The one who has known me since elementary school. The one who has held me while I cried. The mother of the group…killed by…me.

               I raise the knife and Callies eyes widen. I bring the knife down against the rope holding her wrist – freeing that hand. I wait for a second, just to see what he does. Nothing. He stands there – eyes intently on me.

               “Ten”

               I quickly cut the rope by her leg on my side and put one knee on the bed to lean over and cut the other ropes. He didn’t give me instructions to kill her, he told me to take care of it. Once the ropes are cut, Callie quickly gets up and throws her legs over the side of the bed I’m on.

               She goes to stand and grabs me in a hug – sobbing as her shoulders shake. She takes in a deep breath to speak, but words don’t come out. I grab her shoulders and lean my head back to look at her face. Her eyes are wide, and she looks as if she’s frozen.

               A river of red slowly makes it way down the front of her face. I scream and let her go – her body falling face forward with an axe sticking out of her skull. I shake my head not understanding how I didn’t hear it hit her.

               I guess being that worked up on making sure she was okay, fucked up my other senses. I quickly back up. The blood on my hands from earlier dried and flaking off as I bring them to cover my mouth. My back hits the wall with a thud and my eyes quickly divert to him. He’s staring at me with pure anger.

               I didn’t listen.   

               “Chloe, Chloe, Chloe,” he says as he makes his way over to me slowly. I have nowhere to go. If I was to run, he would grab me before I could even make it out of the room. The door to the bathroom is on the other side of the room, so I would have to cross over the bed and again, it would be a failed attempt.      

               My breathing picks as he gets closer to me. As soon as I blink, he’s standing directly before me. His hand grabs the knife in my hand and snatches it away. “This was your fault.”

               And just like the bi-polar person I am, the rage builds back up.

               “My fault! You fucking told me to take care of it!” I scream. “That could mean anything! You didn’t give specific instructions to kill her!”

               His hand wrapping around my throat ceases anymore words to come out of my mouth and my head to slam against the wall behind me. His eyes scan over my face quickly – as if he’s trying to find a flaw with what I just said. “Take it off,” he demands.

               Take what off? I look at him confused.

               With each second that passes, I can see the rage building within him too. Without asking, I slowly reach up to the top of his mask and pull – waiting to see if he stops me. He doesn’t. The mask comes off to show his devilishly handsome face and I hate that I even think that.

               My eyes scan over his beautiful features and within the blink of an eye, his lips come crashing down on mine. I don’t open my mouth. I stay there frozen as his tongue plays with my lips – begging for me to open up for him.

               My body fights the urge to give in. The fire deep in my belly becoming brighter by the second. He applies more pressure to my throat – making me open my mouth for air. He takes this opportunity to dive his tongue deep into my mouth. A low growl causing my body to become weak.

               A soft moan escapes out of me, and I wish I could take it back. This isn’t the time or the place, but my body wants this man to do the most unimaginable things to me. He pulls me to him by the hand on my throat – our lips still in a fighting battle and he roughly throws me onto the bed.

               Callies bed.

               I try to get up, but he gets on top of me – his lips finding mine once again. He uses the knife in his hand to cut my shirt. The fabric ripping through the deafening silence. He tosses the torn fabric on the ground, right next to Callies body.

               My eyes find her, and I immediately feel the bile in my throat rising. I go to hurl forward, but he shoves me back onto the bed by my throat. He uses his other hand to unzip his pants and free his hard cock – it resting perfectly against my soaked entrance.

               “This is for not listening,” he says breathing hard.

               He gets off me and flips me over onto my belly – straddling me again. His fingers come down and massage the wet lips of my pussy, coating his fingers. He brings them a little higher and I freeze.

               “No no no no,” I say as my body starts to panic.

               He brings the tip of the blade to my back and applies pressure while his other hand holds the back of my neck down. I suck in a deep breath at the pain. “You’re going to take it.” He pushes his thick cock inside my wet pussy – coating himself in how much he turns me on. Like an artist applying their favorite paint on a brush.               

               I moan as I try to arch my back from him filling me, but his hand and the knife hold me in place. He pulls out of me and places the tip of his cock at my ass. I go to shake my head, but its impossible. He thrusts forward just a bit – the tip causing my ass to stretch for him.

               “No! Please!” I beg. I’ve never done anal before. I’ve watched it plenty of times in Porn, but never had to guts to do it.

               He pauses but applies more pressure to the blade. I feel the warm liquid roll down my back and the side of my ribs. “I said you’re going to take it Chloe.” He thrusts his cock a little more forward. My asshole stretching to accommodate his size. “I want you to take every last inch of me.”

               Those words shouldn’t cause butterflies to swarm in the lower part of my belly, but they do. A drop of something wet an warm around his cock on my ass causes me to freeze, “My spit with my cock stretching your ass will make any mans knees weak.” He thrusts in a bit more. “But you don’t belong to anyone else.” Another thrust.

               My asshole being stretched, and his words is causing my body to be so confused. The painful pleasure making my wet pussy leak. “You only belong to me.” He’s about halfway in before fully shoving his thick cock all the way into my ass. I scream as he digs the knife deeper into my skin – sliding it down my back.

               “That’s it baby. Scream out for me. Only me.” His voice raspy. “You’re so fucking tight.”

               A small tear falls from my eyes. My body overwhelmed. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want to do this. I want this man to use me. I want him to abuse me. “More,” I whisper out.

               He pulls about halfway out of me before shoving back in. I need this. I need to be who I am. I need to be what everyone called me…a freak. “You like that?” he asks me as his grip on my neck tightens.

               “Yes sir”

               His pace becomes harsher. He drops the knife onto the floor as he fucks my ass hard. I moan out loud as his grunts match my cries of pleasure.

               “I love your cock,” I say without thinking. It was supposed to just be a thought.

               “Say it again.”

               My eyes roll in the back of my head as I feel my orgasm approaching. “I love your cock. I love it deep inside me.”

               He grunts, “Fuck.”

               He stops for a brief second to spread my legs and lift my hips just a little, but never pulls out. He picks his pace back up as his arm reaches underneath me and pinches my wet swollen clit. I try to buck beneath him, but he holds me in place.

               “I want you to cum hard for me.” His voice deep and breathy.

               He pinches my clit again, sending waves of electricity through me. “Harder,” I beg. He pulls almost all the way out of my ass before forcefully thrusting all the way in. My pussy clenching down from arousal. He pulls almost all the way out again and thrusts harder this time.

               “I-I’m about to cum.” I take in a deep breath and a second later, I scream. A sharp pain to my shoulder sends me soaring as I feel his teeth bite deep into my skin. His hand is rubbing my swollen clit in circles, and he grunts loudly as he cums deep inside my ass.

               He collapses on top of me – both of us out of breath. “Such as good girl,” he pants as he brushes the hair out of my face. He slowly pulls out and gets off me to put his clothes back on.

               “I have something for you,” he says.

               I slowly sit up. My ass sore from the vigorous activity. I look at him without saying a word. “It’s on your bed in your room.” He extends a hand and I stand on trembling legs. I go to look down, but he cups under my chin and lifts my head up, “Eyes on me.”

               My eyes stay on him as he bends down and grabs under my thighs and lifts up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts walking out of Callies room. I keep my eyes on him, but I can see her lying on the floor out of my peripheral.

               He heads straight to my room and sets me down outside the door. I turn around and open the door. Laying on the bed is a mask. Not like the one he wears, but one that looks like it’s made of porcelain. The mask looks like a woman. A woman with black hair and pink blush – also for the eyes and blood red lips. It looks like a pin up girl.

               I hold the mask in my hands and look at him. He’s already put his mask back on and staring at me. I look back down at the mask conflicted. I could escape all my problems, or I could join the fate of everyone else.

               I slowly bring the mask to my face and tie the two ribbons together to hold it in place. When my eyes find his, he is looking at me with pure lust. He extends a hand out, and I take it. This is the path I chose. The girl who was always weird. The girl who was picked on for having dark taste. The freak.

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Run For Me - SIX

               Soft cotton wrapped around my body. My eyes flutter open as they adjust in the dimly lit room. My room. I go to move to get out of bed and pain radiates throughout me. I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack Truck. I’m no longer naked. I’m wearing one of my oversized t-shirts with all the old horror serial killers on it. Fitting right?

               The soreness between my legs reminds me that I’m still alive…for now. My stomach turns at the horror that resides downstairs. Did he clean it up? Is he gone? Or is he waiting for me to open the door and kill me where I stand? The questions that go through my mind cause my chest to tighten and anxiety to spread across my body.    

               How could I be so deranged that I enjoyed last night in the woods? That I didn’t even care about my friends in the house? How could I be so deranged that I want to be dominated like that again? “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I ask myself under my breath.

               The sound of something dropping hard against the floor causes me to jerk my head towards the closed wooden door and my heart to drop in my stomach. He’s here. I swing my sore legs over the bed and go to stand. I drop to my knees, my body making a loud thud as it hits the floor. I wince at the pain from the harsh wooden floors colliding with my sore knees. I guess this is how Bambi felt the first time he learned to stand and walk.

               I grab ahold of the bed post and struggle to help myself up. Every muscle in my body letting me know how much I overexerted them several hours ago. I get to my feet and slowly make my way to the door – becoming more stable with each step. I press my ear to the door to hear what is going on, but all I hear is footsteps downstairs.

               I quietly open the door and my eyes land straight ahead at the door across from me. Callie. Her door is shut, just like it was when we went to bed last night. The longing in me wants to make sure she’s okay, but my mentality tells me I might have to be admitted if I see anymore dead bodies.

               I stand there with a war going on between my heart and my mind if I should tiptoe across the balcony that overlooks the living room, or head down the stairs to the right and face the man that made me feel things I’ve never felt before.

               Fuck it.

               I take a step forward. Then another and by the fourth step, I’ve walked past the stairs and headed towards Callies room. I no longer hear him or whoever it was downstairs – which makes my anxiety stir even more within me. I don’t dare look over the banister. Too afraid to see if River and Jordan are still there or if he cleaned it up for his next victim. Me, or possibly Callie.

               I get a few steps away from the door and reach for the doorknob. The cold brass metal sends electricity through my hand and up my arm. It feels colder than normal, but I know it’s because I don’t know what’s on the other side of the door.

               “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the deep voice says from behind me.

               I let out a scream and quickly turn around. The same hand that just held the brass metal, now rests against my chest to calm my beating heart. He approaches with me slow steps – like a cat cornering a mouse. I step back with each of his steps as my back collides with the wooden door to Callies room.

               His hands come up and rest themselves against the door – each beside my head, trapping me.

               “Why?” I ask with a shaky breath.

               His eyes continue to pierce through mine, “You’ll find out soon enough Chloe.” His tone one of authority, but also with a hint of amusement. He gets off on this. My glacier blue eyes stare back at his honey orbs and the memories of me writhing beneath him causes the addicting feeling to come back between my legs.

               Even though I cant see his face, I can tell he’s smirking, “Come,” he says as he pushes off the door and extends a hand out towards the walkway above the living room. It wasn’t a suggestion, but a demand. I hesitate but take a step forward in the direction of his outstretched hand. His eyes glued to me.

               I pass by him slowly – hesitant on what he may do. The stairs that lead to the first floor of the house seem to gradually extend with each step I take. My head feels light as I grow closer to what I may see again. I feel him closely behind me. I know it’s because he’s not wanting to create too much distance – afraid I’ll run off again. Even though I wouldn’t mind being chased again and dominated. This time he might actually kill me.

               Again, I ask myself, what the fuck is wrong with me?

               I’m halfway down the stairs when my eyes divert to the couch. I cant help it. My knees buckle as a strong arm wraps around my waist to hold me up from tumbling the rest of the way down. Tears sting against my eyes from the gruesome sight before me.

               I feel him take another step. His body now flush with mine as his arm stays around my waist. “You still need to make up for last night,” he says to me. His lips right next to my ear, but the fabric from the mask rubs against me.

               Anger builds in my chest. I feel used. I feel dumb as hell thinking I could outsmart him. This is his web and I’m just the insect that was foolish enough to land in it. I gather my strength and take a step forward – his arm slipping from around my waist. With each step I take towards the main floor of the house, my anger turns into rage.

               “Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth as soon as I get off the stairs.

               His footsteps stop. He lets out deep chuckle, “Dare to repeat that?”

               My body shakes. The rage inside of me begging to be let out. I slowly turn around to face him – my fist balled at my side. My knuckles white. “Fuck. You.”

               “Fuck me?” he questions with amusement in his voice as he points a finger at himself. I hear the click of his tongue and within a second, he clears the last two steps. I reach out to hit him, but he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall – pinning my arm behind me. The air in my chest forced out as my ribs collide with the hard sheetrock. My head forced to the side as he steps behind me – his body pressing me further into the wall.

               “I don’t hear you saying anything now. Cat got your tongue Chloe?” He presses his hips into me further and I can feel his growing erection. I close my eyes as my body betrays me in this fucked up situation. I don’t know how much more my mind can take, but my body craves more. More violence.

               “Why are you doing this?” I ask breathlessly.

               His masked face leans in close to my head and he takes in a deep breathe. Relishing in this moment, “Why not?”

               The sharp pain in my arm from being pinned in the odd position causes me to try and get out of his grasp. He tightens his hold on me, making me draw in a sharp breath, “You’re hurting me.”

               “Good.” His voice low, “You like the pain.”

               Fuck you.

               “Are you going to be my good girl and listen?” he asks me – enunciating ‘my’ and ‘listen’. God, why does my body respond to him the way it does?

               I swallow hard, “Yes.” Its barely audible, but a defeat is a defeat.

               “Yes what?” His grip on my arm almost unmanageable as I rise to my tip toes to try and alleviate the pain.

               “Yes sir.”

               He lets me go and I slump forward against the wall – my arm throbbing. “In the kitchen, there are some tarps. Grab them.”

               I take a step forward, cursing under my breath at him, “Chloe.” I freeze. It’s a warning and I’m pushing my limits. I slowly look up at him – finally finding his eyes. If looks could kill. But why is he sparing me? He nods his head to the kitchen and like a dog, I listen.

               Three blue tarps lay folded on the kitchen table and my stomach drops when I count them. Three. River, Jordan and Callie. Or maybe he let Callie go and the third one is for me. I reach out with shaky hands and grab them – his eyes not leaving me once.

               “Taken them to the living room.” The one fucking place I don’t want to go. I take in a deep breath and make my way to the horror that is embedded in my mind. As I round the corner of the couch, Jordans head lays on the floor – rested against the leg of the coffee table. When her head fell from me pushing it, the leg must have stopped it.

               My breathing picks up as I stare at her bodyless head. Her eyes open and staring at me with the same look as how I feel inside. Dead. “Move the coffee table and spread out one of the tarps.” My eyes slowly move from Jordans head to him. He stands at the other end of the couch, arms folded like he’s proud of his work and wants me to congratulate him.

               I take in a deep breath to hold back the tears. Tears from what? I don’t know yet. Anger? Sadness? Rage? Maybe a bit of everything. I set the tarps on top of the coffee table, grab the end of it and pull it back towards me. Jordans head rolling a bit as the leg slides away. I turn my head to the side and stare at the fireplace. The fireplace I sat beside the night this shit went down.

               The table screeches across the wooden floor as I move it out of the way like I was asked to do. Look at me being obedient. Once the table is cleared from the couch, I grab the first tarp, open it and spread it out across the floor in front of the couch.

               “Good. Now take one of them and put them in the center.” He’s enjoying this. Enjoying seeing me in pain. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.

               Them.

               Put them.

               “They have names you know?” My tone sharp. “You could at least have enough respect to call them by their own name after what you did.”

               His eyes narrow at me, “Would you like to join them?”

               I snarl my lips as I glare at him. When I don’t respond, he takes another hit at me, “Didn’t think so. Put one of them in the center of the tarp. And don’t make me ask again.”

               I lean my head back a bit and take in another deep breath. I’ll start with Jordan since she’s closest. I go to grab her headless body off the couch and stop, “Can I at least get some gloves?”

               “No.”

               I roll my eyes and scoff. I reach for Jordans arm to pull her to me – blood pouring from her neck as I lean her forward. It runs down her arms and onto my hands – making my grip on her slide. My hand slips and she falls over onto River. Tears prick my eyes and my vision blurs. I blink making the tears fall down my cheeks.

               I reach for Jordan again with my hand that isn’t bloody and grab her other arm and pull her to the floor. Her weightless body hitting the hardwood with a thud. He continues to stand there – feet planted with his arms crossed over his chest. I take a few steps to Jordans feet and grab them – dragging her to the center of the tarp.

               After getting her where I want, I lift her up under her arms to flatten out the tarp where it rode up under her from being drug. Her blood drenching my t-shirt and running down my arms and legs. After getting the tarp how I want, I gently set her down and fall to my knees.

               I cant do this.

               “Don’t forget the head.”

               I get up and stand on shaking legs as I turn to face him. Tears streaming down my face. His eyes go from my face and slowly make their way down to my blood covered feet. Without thinking, I take off in a sprint and my hands collide with his chest – shoving him back a few steps.

               “WHY?!”

               Another shove.

               “FUCK YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

               Another shove.

               “YOU’RE A FUCKING COWARD!”

               He takes each shove. His arms never uncrossing as he stares down at me with amusement in his eyes.

               “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Before I can even stop myself, I reach up and pull the woven mask off his head. My eyes widen. I thought he would try to stop me, but now that I’ve seen his face, there’s no denying that third tarp is for me.

               His eyes go from amusing to pure evil. To watch his eyes, darken before me in the light, sends chills down my back. I swallow hard and take a step back taking him in. He takes a step towards me, “Oh, you’ve done it now Chloe. Theres no saving yourself now.”

               I swallow hard. He takes another step and my legs hit the side of the couch. The space between him and I is life and death. He’s attractive for sure. Dark black hair, just like mine. His skin slightly tan as if he spends most of his time outside without a mask. His jaw is defined, but not too much and a thick five o clock shadow making him even more masculine.

               “Chloe?”

               A familiar voice from upstairs causes me to jerk my head in the direction of Callies room. My eyes widen knowing that she’s alive, but not knowing what’s about to come. He takes another step – his body towering over me as he reaches down and grabs the woven mask from my hands. His eyes are glued to mine.

               He places the mask back over his face and slowly turns his head to look in the direction behind him at Callies room then back to me. I shake my head no. A silent plea, but he ignores it and makes his way towards the stairs.

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Run For Me - FIVE

My name is Chloe Darby, and I just signed my death wish, but to be fair the blame shouldn’t be held on me. I think it’s a normal reaction when a huge dick is pounded into you, and you can’t help but scream out in pleasure and pain. What was I supposed to do? Lay there like a good little pillow princess?

               As much as I want to turn around and try to reason with him, I know its pointless. I saw the look in his beautiful eyes.

               Beautiful. Eyes.

               God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

               My feet hurt. I keep praying that the Charlie horses that want to make themselves known in my calves hold off. That is the last thing I need.

               He’s coming. I can hear him. I can feel him, but I need to push through. My body begs me to just let fate take its course, but I want to live. I want to live?

               My dad always told me the reason he did drugs was because of me. He would tell me over and over that I always kept him up at night and he was too afraid to fall asleep. That he didn’t want anything happening to me, so he would take drugs to keep him awake. He blamed me for his addiction.

               Then later when I was older and he didn’t need to take drugs to help him stay awake, he told me it was my fault because he was already on them. His voice haunts me as I hear, “If you wouldn’t have been born, I would be sober.” A part of me has always wondered if that was the drugs talking, or if he actually meant that.

               I fall to my knees – too exhausted to go any further. The haunting memories of my dad plagues my mind and the tears are like a faucet that has been left on. The salty water glides down my face and drips off my chin onto my partially exposed chest. My shoulders shake from the broken cry I’ve tried to keep in.

               His footsteps behind me perk my ears, but I don’t move. I no longer care. Why should I? I can hear his heavy breathing as he steps closer. His breathing alone tells me how pissed he is. I know because that’s one of the ways I could tell from my dad.

               He stops directly behind me – his legs touching my back as I just sit there. I’m as still as a statue just waiting for the knife to slit my throat or the axe to lodge into my skull. But the longer I wait, the more my anxiety grows. The human brain is absolutely terrifying. I want to die, but the feeling of not knowing puts me on edge.

               A sharp sting to my scalp causes me to gasp as his hand wraps in my black hair and pulls my head back. My eyes staring into his soulless voids and my throat exposed at his mercy. His eyes go back and forth to mine and then divert just barely to look at my swollen lips. The action is miniscule, but knowing he wants to test the waters still makes the heat pool between my legs…again.

               Why am I like this?

               “You did this to yourself,” he says to me as he pulls the knife back out. His eyes never leaving mine.

               I don’t say anything. Not that I don’t have the words because I have a mouthful, but I’m literally too fucking tired.

               He takes a deep breath as his eyes finally break contact and travel down the length of my exposed throat. I watch as his pupils dilate. I don’t know if it’s the fact that my blood will be pouring from it at any moment, or he wants to replace it with his hands as he drives his thick cock into me.

               The hand holding my hair tightens and I wince at the sharp pain that radiates through my scalp. He steps in front of me and places the knife at my throat. I swallow hard.

               “Do that again,” he tells me. His voice becoming raspy.

               I swallow again and watch as his eyes stay at my exposed throat.

               The low grunt he lets out makes my clit throb. I try to readjust myself, but even the slightest movement sends volts of electricity to my core. I can see the conflict within him. He wants me to bleed, but he also wants to make me writhe beneath him.

               Why not give him both?

               I close my eyes for a brief second before I gather the strength to do what I’m about to do.

               “Open your fucking eyes,” he demands. I listen.

               Without a second thought, I reach for the zipper of his pants and reach in to pull out his cock. He’s not done with me yet. He’s half hard and getting harder by the second – or he gets turned on from killing.

               The deep breath he takes in is like a vacuum pulling the air from my lungs. “Are you sorry?”

               I nod.

               He opens his mouth to speak, and I cut him off before he gets a word out, “Yes sir.”

               The lust in his eye’s flares even more. “Show me.”

               I wrap my hand around his cock, but he grabs my wrists and pulls it away. “Open your mouth.” I do as I’m told.

               He slowly puts the tip of his cock in my mouth and my tongue swirls around the head. The saltiness coats my tongue, causing a fire to start in my lower belly. This man is pure masculine. Pure dominance and he has become my fucking weakness.

               He inches in more and my hands brace themselves on his thighs. He pulls all the way out and reaches down to my robe – pulling it off me. He lets go of my hair and my scalp pulses from the harsh grip that was once there. I’m completely bare as I watch him remove the tie in the middle that once held my robe in place. “Put your hands behind your back.” I do as I’m told again and I feel the soft fabric bite into my skin as he ties my wrists together.

               He steps back in front of me, and I try to move my wrists just to see how tight he has them, and they wont budge. Fuck. Without having to be told, I open my mouth – ready for him again.

               “That’s a good girl,” he says as he put his cock back in my mouth. His hand grabs another fistful of hair and tears spring at the corner of my eyes from the sharp pain. “Are you going to make up your mistakes, Chloe?”

               God, hearing my name come out of his mouth in general, but with his cock going down my throat makes me almost cum right then.

               I nod my head, unable to speak. A sharp slap across my face startles me as he shoves his hips forward and his cock completely down my throat. “What did I say about using your words?”

               He has cut all of my air off with his thick cock, but the little bit of air I have left, I manage to mumble out, “Yes sir.”

               “Mmm. That’s my good girl.”

My. Good. Girl.

He rocks his hips as his cock slides in and out of the back of my throat. Tears running down the side of my face, but I promise it’s not from pain. “Eyes on me,” he tells me as he grips my hair even harder. I swear if he pulls it anymore, he’ll rip my hair from my scalp.

I listen as his good girl and let him fuck my mouth however he wants. My pussy throbs as his cock slides across my tongue. My clit begs to be touched and if my hands weren’t tied behind my back, I’d be rubbing my swollen clit so fucking fast – begging and doing anything to cum.

               “You like being my fucking whore don’t you Chloe?”

               I started to roll my eyes in the back of my head, but then remember what he said. Eyes on him.

               “Yes sir.”

               Drool runs out of my mouth and drips off my chin as he picks up his pace. My throat becoming sore from the large intrusion. The masked mans breathing becomes heavier and his grunts becoming deeper. His eyes stare back into mine – not breaking contact as he continues to hold my hair and fuck my mouth.

               The smell of his musk fills my nostrils, and I can feel my pussy start to contract on the brink of an orgasm. “Don’t you fucking cum.” The authority in his voice almost making it impossible not to.

               Damn, is it that obvious?

               “You don’t cum until I tell you, understand?” His voice raspy. His cock getting even harder.

               “Yes sir.”

               This is fucking torture. This man knows the edge of a fucking blade and knows how to edge me too. Jesus Christ.

               I try to hold back the feeling, but having his cock in my mouth and his piercing gaze on me, I’m tipping over the edge. Right before I fuck up again, he pulls out of my mouth, and I take in a huge breath. The gulp of air relieving just enough to make me not cum.

               Without hesitation, he lets go of my hair and steps behind me – pushing me roughly onto the ground. He grabs my hips and jerks them up, so my ass is in the air. My wet pussy glistening in the moonlight and on full display for him as my face rests in the cool dirt.

               I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance as I take in a deep breath and brace for what’s about to come…again. He slowly pushes inside me. Teasing me, as my pussy stretches for him.

               “Take it like a good girl Chloe,” he says. I know he’s grinning under the mask. And he knows my demented self is enjoying it. The pain of him stretching me feels like fire being torn through my pussy, but the pain is something I enjoy. It’s something that makes me feel – even if it hurts, it feels good.

               He gets about halfway into me before forcefully shoving all the way inside me. I gasp in air as a moan leaves my mouth instead of an exhaled breath. He does this again – my pussy already sore from him not letting me adjust.

               He grabs my tied wrists and pulls me back – lifting my face out of the dirt and making me arch my back. This allows him to go deeper as he slams his cock into me. My moans and his grunts echoing around us. “You take my cock like a good girl,” he says as he picks up his pace. “You’re so wet for me.”

               I have no words. I don’t even know if he wants me to respond. My head is becoming foggy as the fire deep within me bursts into an inferno. He left me on edge when his cock was down my throat and now its coming back twice as strong. And I’m only allowed to cum when he tells me? This is going to be what kills me. Not the knife or the axe.

               My thoughts are soon replaced with pain as fire burns across my back. I take a deep breath and turn my neck to look back. One of his hands continues to hold my tied wrists and the other holds the knife – the blade now bloody.

               He pulls almost all the way out and plunges deep into me, the pain turning immediately into pleasure. “You like that?” he asks me as he presses the tip of the blade into my skin.

               “Yes sir,” I moan out.

               He runs the blade across my milky skin – replacing it now with a river of crimson. I arch my back even more allowing him to go deeper from the pain. “Take it like the good girl you are Chloe.”

               I close my eyes as they roll in the back of my head. My pussy clenches down on him for just a second as I fight the orgasm. “Please,” I whisper out.

               “Please what?” I hear the humor in his voice. He knows.

               He picks up his speed as his hands tighten on my wrists. “No.” His voice deep and commanding.

               The blade cuts across my skin again and I draw in a quick breath as his cock hits that sensitive place inside my soaking pussy. Tears spring in my eyes from the overwhelming feeling. I need a release. Soon.

               He shoves into me roughly one last time before pulling out. My pussy clenches trying to find the friction he was just giving me. He removes his hand from my wrists and my back stings as he rubs his other hand across it – smearing blood across my back and onto his hand.

               He rolls me over onto my back – my wrists pinned beneath me. I obediently open my legs, wanting him back inside me. I watch as the corner of his eyes crease from grinning under the mask. He reaches forward and wraps his bloody hand around my throat – leaving his handprint in my blood on my skin.

               He doesn’t hesitate as he roughly shoves his cock back inside me. My back arching once again from the painful intrusion – his hand still on my throat. “You look so beautiful with my marks on you,” he tells me as he pumps hard inside me.

               I keep my eyes on him like I was told to, but every fiber in me wants to roll them in the back of my head. My wet pussy is now dripping down to my ass as I fight not to cum with my life. Literally.

               His thrusts are becoming brutal as I continue to moan out. His grip around me throat becoming harder – cutting off my air supply. If he strangles me to death as he allows me to cum, I will be okay going out this way.

               The inferno deep in me is blazing and my orgasm is pounding on the door ready to be let in.

               “Please,” I beg. It’s a low whisper, but I know he hears me.

               “You think you deserve to cum?” He’s prolonging it.

               “Yes sir,” I moan out again. I can feel that door slowly opening as his grip tightens even more cutting the oxygen completely from my throat.

               He leans down close to my face, his hips losing their rhythm. He’s close, “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

               The colors I see when I close my eyes are colors I haven’t ever seen before. My body explodes as my pussy drenches his cock. He thrusts a few more times into me before burying himself completely inside of me and filling me with his hot cum – thrusting a few more times to push it deeper inside me.

               “That’s right. Cum for me baby girl,” he pants on top of me.

               The orgasm rips through me completely. My vision going in and out. He removes his hand from my throat – allowing me to take in a gulp of air. He watches me while my body writhes under him at his mercy.

               He removes himself from me and tucks himself back into his pants. My eyes grow heavy as I drift in and out of consciousness. I feel my body being lifted and feel like I’m floating before the darkness takes me completely.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Run For Me - FOUR

               It’s a blessing and a curse how bright the moon is tonight. It gives me just enough light to see where I’m going, but my white robe stands out like spaghetti sauce on a white shirt. Soon, my robe will be covered in red, and the thought makes my knees weak.

               My thighs and calves burn as I push the limits of my strength to run away from the masked man. The slick wetness between my thighs is making itself more known the further I run – my body enjoying this game of cat and mouse a little too much.

               I stop for a moment, just to catch my breath. I’m sure this mother fucker knows these woods like the back of his hands, but I’m trying my hardest to find the nearest road without running directly in a straight line. The thought crossed my mind to ditch the bleached cotton robe and go bare, but my skin is literally just as white.

               So for the sake in case, I do find someone, I’ll keep it on.

               A twig snapping in the near distance causes my heart to drop in my stomach and the hairs on the back of my neck to stand straight up. My eyes scan furiously over the little bit of light in front of me – finally landing on something shimmering in the moonlight.

               The axe head.

               My breathing picks up and I start taking a few steps back – my legs begging to stay still a bit longer. I can see him. He’s vague, but he’s there. Preying on me. I turn on heel and fight through the pain as I continue to run. My breathing is loud, but if I tried to hold it in, I would literally die. Running has never been my forte.

               My body fights the urge to look back to see if he is right on my ass or stalking his way patiently to me. Its like he knows he’s going to catch me, and this was a lose situation for me regardless. Maybe that’s why he didn’t answer my question.

               The tears sting the back of my eyes as the scene of River and Jordan flash before my eyes, but I cant afford to trip or roll my ankle from not being able to see. I keep reminding myself that I will deal with grieving later. Right now, its strictly about surviving.

               The sound of cars going by on a road to my left catch my attention. I stop briefly just to hear my surroundings. I don’t hear him, but I can feel his piercing gaze – and I don’t dare turn around. I make a run to the left, hoping he’s too far behind or when I get to the road, he wont come after me because there will be too many people.

               Lets hope there’s too many people.

               Twigs and leaves crush beneath my feet as I continue to run towards the road. My feet are sore from the elements of nature without shoes, but again, I’ll deal with that later.

               ‘Survival’ I tell myself.

               The closer I get to the road, the more cars I see, and I can also make out that its an interstate. Perfect. The tree line is right there, so I push my legs even harder. The cramping already wanting to set in due to dehydration from the alcohol.

               My legs start to buckle, and I hug the tree right at the tree line. I decide to bite the bullet and look behind me. Darkness and not a masked man in sight. My heart continues to pound against my chest and a part of me wonders if it will give out. A part of me hopes it does.

               A loud scream escapes my lips as an axe head lodges into the tree directly beside my head. I look in the direction the axe handle is facing and see the masked man approaching me. I gather all the strength I can and make a run for the tree line.

               My arms push through the overgrown leaves from the trees, and I wave my hands frantically at the upcoming cars. Tears sting my eyes from the happiness that someone can see me. I take another step forward and I feel a hand wrap around my throat pulling me back into the dark woods.

               “No!” I scream out. I kick and try to fight the best I can, but he knew running would weaken me. And I was stupid enough to get caught in his trap. “HELP!” I scream to the point it hurts.

               I feel him bring my body flush against his, just like at the house, but this time I’m fighting until the end. I take both my hands and pull at his hand around my throat. His hand tightens, cutting off the air to my lungs. My body goes into flight mode, and I start jerking around, trying to get out of the death grip he has on my throat.

               My vision begins to blur and the pressure in my head begins to tighten from lack of oxygen. Tears try to form and spill over my bottom lids, but the constriction around my throat is making it impossible. I continue to fight for a few more minutes before my body just gives out and I slump against him.

               “That’s a good girl,” he purrs against my ear, “Don’t try to fight it.”

               He walks us back a little deeper into the woods before throwing me on the ground. What little bit of air that was in my lungs, is now knocked out. Before I can bring my hands up to use the rest of the energy that is in me, he is straddling me as his hand returns to my throat – this time, allowing me just enough air so I wont pass out.

               “Do you have my answer, Chloe?” Hearing my own name roll off his tongue makes my stomach twist. It makes this game personal.

               “Y-yes,” I whisper out. Warm salty liquid rolling out the side of my eyes and into my hairline.

               The growl that radiates through this man vibrates through me yet again. I try to squeeze my thighs without him noticing, but the flicker in his eyes tells me he knows.

               Fuck.

               I watch as his eyes trail over my body. My robe opening a bit, but not all the way. My breasts are almost completely visible, and my belly button is showing from the middle part of the robe. I swallow hard as I watch him drink me in.

               “Are you going to be a good girl?”

               The question shouldn’t ignite a flame inside me, but it does. This whole situation is fucked up and here I am with the Nile River between my legs. I nod my head as his dark eyes stare into my icy blue ones. I try to break my gaze, but the way the moonlight hits his brown orbs, its like honey with flecks of gold staring back at me. The cold ground is no longer cool with the warmth of his eyes on me.

               He lowers himself onto my body. His chest flush with mine – his face close to my ear, “If you scream, I’ll start by cutting out your tongue.”

               I swallow hard.

               “If you try to run, I will cut off your toes, one by one,” he continues. “Do you understand?”

               I nod my head. Unable to speak. Unable to form words. Not only does this man have a literal grasp over me physically, but my brain can also only function on one thing.

               ‘Dominate me’

               I’ve always been told I have a sick mind. Sometimes I think sick as in a cold. Sometimes I think sick as in depression. What others find demented and taboo, I find oddly satisfying and wanting more. The guy in the scream mask I gave that blowjob to, that was the wettest I had ever been. Just because of the mask and the dude was a killer – well in the movies anyway.

               I lied.

               This is the wettest I have ever been. Ever.

               “Use your words, Chloe.” His voice rumbles through me like thunder on a summer storm night.

               “Yes.” My voice barely above a whisper.

               He lifts his head up and hovers his face over mine. A part of me wants to reach up and snatch the mask off, but I might as well ask him if I can go ahead and dig my own grave.

               His eyes darken as if I said something wrong, “Yes what?”

               I stare into his eyes – going to his left and then right. “Yes sir.”

               His eyes shut as he takes in my words, and I swear I can see his eyes roll right before they close all the way. “Mmm.”

               I feel him shift and move his legs to the space between my thighs - spreading my legs in the process. He raises up so his chest is not longer against mine and sits up so he’s kneeling in front of me.

               I watch as his eyes go from my soaked pussy to my face. My face reddens from being so exposed to him, but deep down I want more. He reaches out with one of his hands and runs his fingers over my wet folds – coating his fingers.

               His eyes dilate from the way my body reacts to him. His brown eyes now almost completely black from lust. “You like this don’t you?”

               “No,” I say before I can stop it from escaping out of my mouth. It’s a lie and he knows it.

               He reaches behind him and pulls out a knife – the flick of his wrist making the sharp blade come to life. “Lie to me again and I will take each fingernail off. One by one.” His tone dark and sinister.

               I take in a breathe, “Yes.” Its barely audible.

               “You like it when I chase you?” he asks as he lowers the knife to my legs.

               My eyes go from his to the blade.

               He snaps his fingers, “Look at me.”

               “Yes sir”

               Even though I cant see him, I can tell he’s grinning beneath the mask from the slight crease in his eyes.

               “Does it make you wet knowing what I’m going to do to you?” I despise eye contact, but this man has a river flowing out of me. I freeze when I feel something cold against the opening of my wet pussy.

               I quickly divert my eyes between my legs, but he takes his other hand and roughly grips my chin, “Next time you take your eyes off me without me telling you, I’m going to pluck them out of your socket. Understand?”

               My eyes find his dark ones again as I answer, “Yes sir.”

               The cold metal teasing my pussy takes everything in me to remain still and not buck my hips to get more friction. “Does it make you wet knowing what I’m going to do to you?” he asks again.

               “Yes sir”

               As the words leave my lips, he plunges the hilt of the knife deep in me. I moan out loud – my back arching and as bad as I want to close my eyes or roll them into the back of my head, I keep them on him – just like I was told to do.

               My brows furrow from the pleasure and the cool temperature of the metal. “That’s such a good girl.”

               I don’t know if this man is heaven sent or sent straight from hell. He could be the Devil, but he was once an angel so it wouldn’t surprise me if he was. He works the hilt of the blade in and out of me, the sound of how wet I am making the creatures of the night sound almost inaudible.

               My mind and body are in a war. I don’t want this man to stop what he’s doing to me, but at the same time, this is wrong on so many levels. Here I am lying on the ground in the woods getting off while my friends are back at the cabin slaughtered.

               I feel him remove the cold metal from me and a slight whimper leaves me. He sets the knife beside us as I remain keeping my eyes on him. I hear him unzipping his pants and pull out his cock. He’s testing me. Every fiber in my body is telling me to look, but I don’t want to risk my vision. This man has already proven to me that he doesn’t play around.

               He breaks eye contact to spit on the head of his dick, but his eyes immediately find mine again just to make sure I’m still following his instructions. I feel him line the head of his cock at my soaked pussy and before I have a chance to mentally prepare, he shoves his cock deep inside me.

               I shut my eyes and arch my back as a scream erupts through me. My body quivers as he pulls all the way out of me. Its not until I quickly look back at him that I realized I fucked up. Not only did I break one rule, but I broke two.

               He immediately reaches for the knife, and I pull back one of my legs and kick him right in the chest. He falls backs before he’s able to grab the knife and I quickly get up and run back into the darkness. Trying to make another attempt at the interstate is a death wish, but at this point, I broke all the rules he gave me. I’m dead either way.

               But there’s a part of me, deep down that didn’t want this to end.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Run For Me - THREE

I jolt awake. My head pounding with a sudden migraine. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am. Thoughts of last night run through my mind. We started drinking. I vaugley remember playing Never Have I Ever and then it’s a blur – but somehow, I ended up in bed.

               I slowly scan the room – my eyes pounding with the rhythm of the heartbeat in my head from the migraine. I’ve never blacked out. Ever. So this is a bit alarming. I swing my legs over the bed and head towards the bathroom – looking down at my feet the whole time. If I hold my head up straight, im pretty sure im going to throw up.

               I reach for the doorknob to the bathroom and my hand grabs nothing but air.

               “The fuck?” I say as I slowly pull my head up. The door is open, but I know it was shut prior. Or did Callie forget to close it? I make a mental note that whatever kind of tequila that was, to not ever drink it again.

               I step into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I don’t even consider turning the lights on. My retinas would fucking die, plus theres enough moonlight coming through the window thanks to the full moon.

               Once the water is hot enough for me, I step inside and let the water run over my head. I press my hands against the glass wall to hold myself up, hoping the water running over me will help with this pounding migraine.

               I close my eyes and the feeling of being watched returns. I see him standing in the doorway from the bathroom to the bedroom with an axe in his hand, but I dreamed that. Too be sure if that was actually true, I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be like the people all over the news – chopped and screwed.

               I slowly pull my head from the stream of water to grab a bottle of shampoo. I lather the vanilla scented liquid through my hair – the steam allowing the scent to linger in the air. I massage the shampoo on my scalp, alleving the pain. Thankfully it helps.

               I step back under the water and rinse. I wipe the water from my face and go to grab the soap, only to see there isn’t any. Just a bottle of the vanilla scented shampoo. I pour some of it in my hand and lather my body. I step back under the water and rinse.

               I stay here a few minutes longer, letting the heat from the water wash away anything else that I feel needs to go down the drain, but the man in the mask is embedded in my mind. I turn the water off and reach for the towel that is hanging up beside the shower door. Only for my hand again, to grab nothing.

               “Okay, what the fuck?” I say to myself. I step out of the shower and go to the sink to open the cabinet underneath and grab a white towel. I dry myself off, wrap the towel around me and walk into the bedroom. My robe that I brought is still in my duffle bag, so I drop the towel and put the robe on, tying it in a nice bow in the front.

               “Fuck,” I say as I search the duffle bag. “I can remember to pack everything but my fucking slippers.” I knew I was forgetting something. Again, another check on the list as to why we shouldn’t have come here.

               I open the bedroom door and head downstairs. My tongue is literally dry – another thing that hasn’t ever happened before. Jordan and River are asleep on the couch. Jordan is sitting up with her head rested against the back, while River is laying on her side with her feet rested on Jordans lap.

               I step into the kitchen, grab a glass and fill it with water from the sink. Well water has always tasted better to me than city water. City water taste like someone took toilet water and tried to filter it over and over. Literally tastes like shit.

               Im a little over halfway of drinking the water when I start walking over to Jordan and River. What better way than to scare the shit out of someone than in the so called cursed cabin. They are always trying to pull some shit with me, so payback is a bitch.

               I quietly walk behind the couch and push the back of Jordans head forward to wake her up. The glass falls from my hand and shatters as Jordans head literally falls off her body and rolls onto the floor. My heart immediately flutters trying to find a rhythm as I step backwards from the scene before me. River is covered in blood and her intestines are spilling out of her and onto the floor.

               My chest heaves up and down from hyperventilating and I cant get my voice out there to scream. I take a few more steps back – my eyes not being able to look anywhere else but the horror scene in front of me. Its not until I hit a hard wall behind me, does my mouth open to scream – only followed by a hand covering my mouth to muffle the broken cry.

               My body freezes when I feel my body press perfectly into the man behind me. I don’t even have to ask who because I already know who it is. The man in the mask. Hot tears stream down my face as the warmth of this mans hand continues to hold me against him by my mouth.

               “Please.” My voice muffled by his hand. The taste of iron fills my mouth from my lips parting just barely to speak. My stomach twists knowing that it’s the blood from my best friends. Im sure its pointless to beg for my life, knowing my outcome is going to be the same as my friends. But maybe if I ask nicely, he’ll let me go.

               But I doubt it because has that ever worked for anybody?

               He leans down and I can feel his mask rub against the side of my face. He takes in a deep breath, taking in the vanilla scent that I just lathered in. My skin crawls as I feel him hardening against my ass. “Do you not like my art work?”

               His voice is deep and I can feel it vibrating through me with each word. I stay quiet, not wanting to give him the wrong answer. His hand comes up to the back of my head and pulls my head back by my hair forcefully – making my back arch uncomfortably and my ass to dig even deeper against his hard cock.

               “I asked you a question,” he pauses, “soul snatcher.” My eyes widen at my nickname rolling off his lips. The bile rises towards my throat confirming that I haven’t been imagining things. He has been here the whole time.

               My watery eyes find his dark brown ones. His stare back at me. If anything, this man in the mask is the soul snatcher. His piercing gaze cuts right through me.

               “Y-yes,” I try to get out.

               He pulls on my hair even harder making new tears sting against my eyes, “Don’t fucking lie to me.” My bottom lip trembles from fear and pain. What the fuck am I supposed to tell this man? No?

               “I d-don’t know,” I whisper out.

               The chuckle from this man vibrates my core and causes a pulse to start between my legs. This is the last fucking thing I need.

               Im not turned on.

               Im not turned on.

               Im not turned on.

               I repeat the words over and over hoping that will level out the feeling that’s starting to happen between my thighs. His piercing gaze and the mystery behind the mask doesn’t help.

               “You don’t know?” he starts. “Let me give you some time to think then, hm? If I catch you, you better have an answer for me.”

               “And if you don’t?” I ask before even thinking.

               His laugh rolls through me again and I try my best to squeeze my thighs together. He gets even closer to my face, “Three.”

               Three?

               “Two”

               Oh fuck.

               “One”

               He lets go of my hair and I lunge forward and move as fast as my legs let me. The back of my head sore from his tight grip.

               “Run for me Chloe because when I catch you, you’re going to wish I had given you the same quick death as your friends.”                His voice is barely audible from the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. My bare feet pounding into the hard dirt making what he says even harder to make out – but I heard it. Even as low as it was, I heard it loud and clear.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Run For Me - TWO

I know what I saw. I saw a man with some kind of sack style mask in my bathroom. Not only did I see him, but I could also feel him. The energy around him was pure sinister. I should have listened to my gut when something was wrong on the way here. I never do and I have always regretted it.

               “You cant be that tired from the ride up here soul snatcher,” Jordan says to me as she pours another shot.                Night came fast, but I guess when you feel like you’re being watched, time slips away. Callie kept asking if I was okay after she opened the bathroom door. It must have been the look on my face. I told her I was fine and that the anniversary of my dad’s death was coming up. Thankfully she bought it.

               “She’s got a lot on her mind,” Callie responds before I do.

               “Well, whatever it is, wash it away as well as your sins with your favorite tequila.” Jordan has always been the partyer. Nothing wrong with it and she’s always going to have a good time wherever she goes. 

               I take in a deep breath, “Fuck it.” I take the shot and toss it back. The harsh liquid making my face scrunch as soon as it hits my tongue.

               “There she is!” River yells making us all laugh.

               One shot turned into two and two turned into four. By the fifth shot, I could give a fuck less if there was a masked man in this house. As Jordan said on the way here, ‘we’ll fuck them’. The bad thing about me and alcohol, I love the way it makes me feel. So much that it makes me immobile – but my hangovers are a gift from hell.

               “Alright girl!” Jordan yells louder than she should. She’s always been the loud drunk, “Its now time for our infamous game of Never Have I Ever.”

               I throw my head back, “Ugh.”

               I hate this game.

               We pile in the living room. All of us bringing our shot glasses and Jordan with the bottle of Tequila that is now over halfway gone. The living room is cozy. A large couch that faces the fireplace and two chairs that are sat at an angle to face the couch on either side of the fireplace.

               Jordan and Callie take the couch. I take the chair on the right of the fireplace and River takes the other one on the left. “Alright bitches,” Jordan starts off. Callie busts out laughing at Jordan already slurring her words but trying to act sober the best she can.

               River’s face is beet red from the alcohol hitting her system and me…well, I feel light as a feather. Like the wind could just take me off.

               “You know the rules bitches, five fingers up,” Jordan demands.

               River snorts, “I thought it was ten?”

               Before I could stop the words from coming out of my mouth, I say, “Instead of fingers, why don’t we do shots?”

               Callie and Rivers eyes grow wide, but Jordans smile spreads across her face, “Now this bitch knows what she’s talking about.”

               I snort as Jordan gets up and heads into the kitchen. “Are there even enough shot glasses? I mean who keeps that many anyway?” River asks. Her words slurring now.

               Jordan doesn’t answer and the eerie silence causes the feeling of being watched to creep back in.

               “Fuck yeah!” I hear her from the kitchen. Jordan comes back into the living room with a case full of shot glasses.

               “Who the fuck has that many shot glasses and why?” Callie asks as her eyes widen even more.

               “Obviously the person who owns the house and knows how to have a good time,” Jordan says back to her. “If there’s cameras in this house, Thank you!” Jordan screams followed by a laugh.

               Cameras? Great, new fear unlocked. Is this why I feel like I’m being watched? Maybe I didn’t see anything.

               Jordan sets four shot glasses in front of each of us. “Everybody should have five,” she says. “Five all together since you brought the one you’ve been using in here. So, take a shot if you HAVE done something and flip it upside down on the coffee table. First one to finish, has to write all of our next exams.”

               Bet.

               Since Jordan poured, River goes first, “Never have I ever,” she pauses, “slept with a girl.”

               I look around the room to see who hasn’t told us anything. Callie leans forwards and throws her shot back.

               “No fucking way,” I say. “Who?!” I bust out laughing before Callie has a chance to explain herself. Rivers eyes are as wide as saucers and Jordans is trying to pick her mouth up off the floor.

               “It was like two years ago,” Callie says as her face turns red.

               “And?!” Jordan questions with a now grin on her face.

               “Annnd, it was after rugby practice. We were the only two in the showers and one thing led to another,” Callie tells us.

               “Oh my God,” River finally says.

               “Was she any good?” Jordan asked. I snort really loud. Jordan hasn’t ever claimed to like girls, but I see the way she looks at Callie.

               “I’ve had better,” Callie says with a grin.

               I almost choke on the spit I was trying to swallow, “Theres been more?!”

               “This isn’t twenty-one questions. You’re up soul snatcher,” Callie tells me.

               Fair enough.

               I think of what I’m going to say, but hearing the wood creak from upstairs causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. My eyes scan over the room the best I can, but my vision is starting to double. I close my eyes for a second and wish I wouldn’t have. All I see is that man.

               “Uh, never have I ever,” I start with, “done anal.” I know Jordan and River have.

               “Bitch,” I hear Jordan murmur as she picks up her shot glass and throws it back. Movement to the right of her catches my eyes. I scan the top of the stairs and I swear in the shadows, I see him. Its vague, but I can feel him piercing through my soul.

               “Do you see that?” I say as I point to the top of the stairs.

               Jordan and Callie both hesitate but turn their heads to look at the top of the stairs. “That’s the coat rack Chloe,” Callie says letting out a breath of air.

               “Bitch, don’t do that,” Jordan slurs. “We’re all fucked up, so if someone was to come in, it was nice knowing you all.”

               I look over at River and see her passed out in her chair. I furrow my brows looking at her. “How much did she have to drink?” I ask looking over at Callie and Jordan.

               “No more…than…we all…had.” Jordans eyes grow heavy, and she leans back against the couch before I watch her body relax.

               What the fuck?

               “I don’t really feel that great either. You know how tequila does me,” Callie says as she gets up from the couch, almost knocking over her shots. “I’m going to head up to bed Chloe. I’ll see you in the morning.”

               I get up to help her up and immediately set back down. The fuck is wrong with me? I’ve been hammered off tequila before. Shit, I’ve crossed liquors and never had this problem. I look back up to the top of the stairs and the place where I swore I seen the man, is now a little lighter. Was it before and my eyes were playing tricks on me?

               I bat my eyes trying to get them to focus, but my vision keeps going in and out. I finally get up and follow behind Callie. She slowly makes her way up the stairs. Her footsteps heavy with each step.

               “Night soul snatcher,” she slurs at me once she reaches the top of the stairs and heads right to her bedroom.

               “Night lint licker,” I slur out with my head bobbing back and forth. I hear her let out and obnoxious laugh before closing the door. Too be sure, there is a coat rack directly in front of me. Right where I seen the man when I was downstairs.

               I shake my head and that causes me to stumble into the wall in the hallway. I slide against the wall all the way to the door to my bedroom before stepping inside and closing the door. I don’t even bother with taking a shower – I’ll just do it in the morning when I wake up. Right now, I just want to sleep.

               I walk over to the bed, strip my clothes and get under the covers. I always sleep naked. No matter the time or place. Callie has seen me naked plenty of times, but we’ve never tried anything. Never hinted at the fact either.

               My eyes grow heavier as I lay in the bed with the weight of the covers over me. Right before sleep takes me, I hear the doorknob to the bathroom turn slowly. My eyes feel like they take forever to look that way, but I watch as the door slowly opens and the man in the mask stands there. His eyes on me while he clutches an axe in his right hand. My heart thumps hard against my chest, but my body doesn’t react and before I know it, the darkness completely takes me.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Run For Me - ONE

               Something about today felt off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the air felt heavy. Like the air after a heavy rain on a summer’s day. My heart raced faster than normal, even without having any alcohol in my system…yet.

               My friends and I decided to have a little getaway this weekend. A little relaxation after the exams from college. How I got blessed with the absolute best of friends, that question will forever remain a mystery. We are so much alike but also so different in so many ways – it makes for the perfect friendships.

               Callie, River and I have been friends since elementary school. Inseparable since the first grade. We did go a summer without talking between fourth and fifth grade because Callie was talking to my boyfriend Jeremy who went to another school. Only to find out, it wasn’t her fault. He kept telling her that we weren’t together but telling me not to post anything because he liked having me all to himself.

               Jordan came into our lives in high school. She was a new student who started in the middle of our freshman year of high school. Her parents went through a nasty divorce. Her mom won custody and flew her hundreds of miles away to our small town in Oklahoma to “settle down”. Jordan hated it and kept to herself, but we took her under our wing and have never looked back.

               We all made it into the same College – Dreadfire University in Oklahoma. Luckily for us, we were able to get dorms right across the hall from one another – each of us having one of our own to share our room. I got Callie. Jordan and River share theirs.

               For the past several months, we’ve had a curfew on campus due to murders going around the area. Apparently, couples staying in this Airbnb in the woods kept ending up missing – later to be found dead. And not just any kind of dead but chopped up or stabbed to death. Of course, our mothers call us multiple times a day to tell us to be careful and to scream if we see anything out of the ordinary. Thankfully, they invented this wonderful thing called pepper spray.

               “Oh my God, I cannot wait to get fucked up,” Jordan says as she rests her head back against her headrest in the car – pulling me out of my memories.

               Callie snorts as she watches the road but throwing her hand up letting us know she’s on board with Jordan’s obligation. Callie has always been the ‘mother’ of the group I guess you could say. She can party her ass off, but she also has the nurturing side that just comes so damn natural to her.

               “Where did you say this place was again Jordan?” River asks from beside me. We took Jordan’s Jeep Wrangler in case we found any trails we wanted to drive down. It’s the middle of summer and we have the top and the doors off. As of right now, life is great.

               Jordan pulls out her phone and opens the Airbnb app. “It says ‘The Home Away from Home’”.

               “Let me see,” River extends her hand and takes Jordans phone. “No fucking way.”

               I look over at River and scrunch my brows, “What?”

               River looks up from the phone at me, then to Jordan and then to Callie from the rear-view mirror, “Jordan, you booked the cursed cabin?”

               The cursed cabin.

               That’s what we nicknamed the cabin where all those couples end up slaughtered.

               And now it clicked. That’s why something feels off. Me? I’ve always been quiet. I’m the odd ball out of the group. While Callie, Jordan and River love the sunshine and beach, I love the moonlight and cemeteries. Death is welcoming to me. The darkness consumes me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

               “How the fuck was I supposed to know that this was the cursed cabin? It has great reviews, and it looks really nice,” Jordan says in her defense.

               River throws her head back and laughs, “Great reviews? It has one star with no description.”

               My eyes dart to Callie who has a shit grin on her face and is shaking her head back and forth. “Good job Jordan.”

               Jordan reaches back and snatches her phone from River, who flips her off in the process, “Look,” Jordan starts, “If we see some guys in masks coming to kill us, we’ll just fuck them. I mean, you’re into that kinda shit, Chloe”.

               Fuck you.

               A few years ago, we were at this party a girl from high school was throwing for Halloween and I ended up giving this dude in a Scream mask the best blowjob he’s ever been given. Since then, slashers in masks have become my weakness. The girls found out and have been giving me shit ever since – which earned me the nickname “soul snatcher”. Again, the weird one out of the group.

               “At least I know I’m going to live,” I counter back with a full grin.

               To look at us, you wouldn’t think we would be as close of friends as we are. Callie is the tall tomboy who loves to play volleyball and rugby. Jordan and River are the beach blondes who cheer and get all the boys attention. And me, I’m the black-haired girl who wardrobe is mainly black and when I feel like I want to add some color, I’ll add a little grey.

               “Wait,” Callie says chiming into this conversation, “Lets not be sexist. What if the killers are women?”

               “I kissed Harper on a dare at that party last year. I will gladly do it again and other things if my life depended on it,” Jordan says without missing a beat.

               I snort causing Jordan to turn around in the front seat and look at me, “What about you then soul snatcher?”

               A shit eating grin crawls across my face, “As long as they keep the mask on, I’ll do whatever.”

               “God Chloe, you’re sick!” River yells and she shoves me. I let out a laugh and throw my head back.

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               Half an hour later, were pulling up to the cursed cabin. Its cute and looks nothing like how they describe it in the news articles. Maybe River was just fucking with us, and this isn’t THE cabin. The house sits on a brick foundation, but the siding is the original wood. It gives off the rustic feeling, but you can tell it has been very well kept.

               “If I was to die here, I would be okay with that,” Callie says.

               “Callie!” Jordan screams slapping Callies arm.

               Callie has her dark ways, but she doesn’t let it show most of the time. We grab our bags and head to the front porch of the cabin. I don’t see any other doors, except the main door at the front of the house. That dark feeling settles in at the bottom of my stomach. Again, something is off.

               Jordan is the first one up the steps and onto the porch. Theres a refrigerator outside on the porch and she heads straight to it. I watch as she opens the door and pulls a yellow envelope from inside. She shuts the door, opens the envelope and a small key falls into her hand.

               “That’s real safe,” River says sarcastically.

               Jordan rolls her eyes, “Its in the middle of nowhere. Obviously if someone is here who doesn’t have or know where the key is, they shouldn’t be here.”

               “Can you just open the door? Its hot,” I ask as I’m the last one to walk up the stairs.

               “What’s the matter Chloe? Your moonlight tan not working for you?” River says with a chuckle.

               I set my bags on the porch and flip her off. To the average person, we would be the most confusing people to be around. One minute were best of friends – the next, we turn feral with our shit talking. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

               “I feel like I cant fucking breathe in this heat,” I say as my cheeks turn red from the humidity of the cruel summer air.

               Jordan walks to the door and puts the key in, “Well lucky for you soul snatcher, I am granting you a wish.” The lock clicks and she pushes the door open. Even from a few feet away, I immediately feel the cool air from inside.

               Fuck standing out here, I’m headed inside where I belong. My milky skin isn’t prepared for the sun.

               “Who’s sleeping where?” River asks as soon as she steps in.

               “We each have our own room and apparently, all the bedrooms come with their own bathrooms too. Theres two bedrooms downstairs and two upstairs,” Jordan tells us.

                Without hesitation, I head for the stairs and Callie follows behind me. I guess just like college. “At least if the killers come, they have to make an effort to get through our windows,” Callie says from behind me.

               I laugh, “But what if they’re already inside?”

               “Then ill just push them down the stairs.”

               “Kinky,” I say as I reach the top of the stairs. I can hear her laughing behind me.

               As soon as we reach the top of the stairs, there is a small loft with a hallway on each side with one door down each hallway. The bedrooms upstairs must be on each side of the cabin – which I like. It gives me privacy.

               “Left or right soul snatcher?” Callie asks me as she also reaches the top of the stairs.

               Without answering, I turn left and head towards the door. I hear Callies footsteps growing distance as she heads in the opposite direction.

               As soon as I reach the door, the air grows even heavier. I try to take in a deep breath, but it feels like something is covering my airway. I turn the doorknob and quickly head into the room. Without looking, I drop my bags and head for the door to the right – hoping it’s the bathroom.

               It is.

               My hand slides up and down the wall frantically trying to find the light switch, as my vision starts to blur. The bathroom lights up and I turn on the cold water at the sink. I cup my hands and bend over to splash cold water on my face. The heavy air around me seeming to wash away the more I splash water on my face.

               I had my first anxiety attack a few years ago when my dad came in high with a gun and threatened to kill my mom and I. He held us at gunpoint until his high started wearing off and then he became my dad again, only to put the gun to his own head and pull the trigger. Not too many people can say they’ve lived through that.

               But I can…sadly.

               I grip the sides of the sink, my chest heaving as I stare at my soaked face in the mirror. If it wasn’t for Callie, Jordan and River, I’d probably join my dad too. My mom only cares about me if she hasn’t talked to me in a while, but I get yelled at because I haven’t reached out to her. Make that make sense.

               I grab the hand towel from the wall and dry my face. I pull the towel down from my face to hang it back up and gasp at the person wearing a brown sack covered mask behind me by the shower. I whirl around only to find no one there. I close my eyes and take deep breaths to ease my heart from thumping out of my chest.

               Its just a hallucination.

               Its just a hallucination.

               Its just a hallucination.

               I keep telling myself. My shrink told me this is normal after the severity of what I’d seen. They said it can happen at any time of any day. Lucky me, right? I turn off the light of the bathroom and shut the door. I know what I saw, and I know I have never seen anything like that before.

               I’m finally able to take in the bedroom. Its subtle – which is perfect to me. A queen bed sits flush between two windows with two night stands on either side. A dresser on the left wall and a small TV on top of the dresser. Simple.

               I grab my bag and begin putting my clothes in the dresser – my back to the door of the bathroom. The uneasiness of what I saw earlier still cold in my bones. The fact that I feel like I’m being watched doesn’t help either – but just like my shrink told me, “With anxiety comes paranoia, and with paranoia comes anxiety.” Like damn bitch, did you really graduate from Harvard just to tell me that?

               After getting my clothes put up, I decided to lay across the bed to ease my mind. To do these breathing exercises that are supposed to help with the mind, but I say that’s bullshit. It hasn’t worked yet, but neither has the pills I was given to stop with the nightmares.

               Deep breath in through my mouth.

               Hold for five seconds.

               Exhale through my nose slowly.

               Pointless.

               But I keep doing it because I have this hope that if I keep trying to convince myself that it works, it actually will. The sound of the floor creaking from the bathroom, causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. I freeze and stop breathing just to make sure I’m not just hearing shit, but my heart pounding in my ears makes it impossible.

               I hear the creak again, but this time it sounds like someone took a step closer. My heart rate picks up and I watch as the brass doorknob to the bathroom slowly turns. My vision starts to darken at the corner of my eyes. No, this cant be happening. Not now.

               “Girl! Did you see this bathroom?!” Callie says as she barges into my room. She glances over at me and heads to the bathroom. Before I can say anything, she jerks open the bathroom door to find no one standing there.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Run For Me

Came across a Tumblr @xoalin4 who wanted fanfiction stories about The Man in the Mask (Scarecrow). Im writing a short story on this.

You can find it below:

Also, I will be publishing a book this year based off this particular man!!

AO3: SoulOfDarkness

Wattpad: CarnivalCarnage

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Devour Me - Ten

               Your head pounded and your stomach churned as you felt your body floating in the air. The last thing you remember is Pyramid Head covering your face with a chemical covered cloth. Slowly, you open your eyes to see him carrying you. The area was dark ad the only indication that gave away that it was him, was how close you held you against him.

               “Wh-where are we going?” You mumble out with a stutter. He doesn’t answer and a part of you felt stupid to even ask a question like that knowing he cant talk. His heavy footsteps caused your head to throb more and the nausea to overtake you.

               “I’m going to throw you,” you say as you quickly get out of his grasp. He lets you go, and you almost fall on the dark floor, but he catches you at the last second. Your back hunches as your double over, spilling what little bit was left in your stomach. Your vision blurred as the pounding in your head increased.

               You took a deep breath and hunched over again, this time nothing coming up – just hopeless dry heaving. “Don’t touch me,” you snarl when you feel his massive hand on your back. “Because of you, I have this pounding headache causing me to throw up.” You could barely see him, but feeling the ground shake from his stabbing his giant knife in the ground caused you to jump back and reconsider your tone.

               A large hand gripped your arm firmly as many thoughts went through your mind about how you could have handled this situation and your tone a little better. With your arm still in his grasp, he starting walking further into the surrounding darkness – pulling you with him. You didn’t like it. You didn’t like the feeling you were getting, and this feeling had nothing to do with the nausea in your body. No, this was a gut feeling that was saying ‘Danger. Get out’.

               You plant your feet on the floor as your heels dig into the hard surface as you try to pull yourself from his grasp. Your body jolted forward here and there at your pitiful attempts. “Let me go,” you say lowly through gritted teeth. Knowing Pyramid Head isn’t going to respond but hearing that low growl coming from under his helm made your heartbeat in your chest move between your thighs.

               You jerk your arm back again – still failing to get out of his grasp. “I said,” you raise your voice this time. “Let me the fuck GO!” You end the last word in a scream. Pyramid Head stops, turning towards you and you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up as your voice vibrated off the walls around you. You swallow hard as you hear his breathing becoming heavier, knowing you were testing your limits with him. He had a soft spot for you, obviously, but it often crossed your mind what would be your last straw to him.

               His grip on your arm remains the same, but you decided to test the waters again by jerking your arm back. This time, you were successful. You take a step back and the ground shakes from him stomping a step forward. You scanned the area around you the best you could now that your eyes were adjusted to the darkness with the faintest light you probably ever seen. Literally like 1% light and the rest was total darkness.

               Your eyes scanned the area ahead of him and you could make out two doors on the right and two doors on the left. Problem was, you had to get past him and last time you tried, it got you knocked out and carried to this dark shithole. “Look, I need a break to take all of this in,” you start off softly - hoping this would ease him. Deep down, you were trying to get his guard down. “I don’t know where we are. Why I’m here and where you’re taking me.”

               Pyramid Head’s breathing started to die down as he listened to the calmness in your voice. “I just,” you pause, “I just want to go back and get in be-“you stop as you look past him on his left. You widen your eyes and point your finger. “W-what is that?” you say with terror in your voice. Pyramid Head quickly jerks around to see what you’re talking about and you take the opportunity to run past his right side.

               That deep low growl radiated out of him whenever you past him, vibrating your organs. Sweat glistened at your hair line as you felt cool air hit you from his attempt of grabbing you. You ran as fast as you could to the first door on the right, slamming the door shut as soon as you entered. Pyramid Head was right on your heels and trying to come through the door right after you shut it.

               “Fuck,” you breathe out as the door your back is pressed against vibrates from him trying to come through. Inside the room is another door to the wall on your right and lockers parallel to the wall, the door with your back against. Quickly, you run to the other door and open it as his roars make you rethink this decision. You make your way to the lockers and find one that’s open and get in. Hopefully this plan will work.

               Pyramid Head busts through the door and you cover your mouth with your hand to silence your heavy breathing. He steps into the room and freezes, trying to listen and figure out where you’re at. With three large strides, he’s at the door you opened to throw him off. You close your eyes and let out a silent deep breath. He enters into the room, and you open the locker door getting out quickly and as quietly as possible.

               You walk backwards keeping an eye on him – seeing his large muscular back standing in the doorway scanning the new room he went into. Your hip collides with a metal table, causing a loud screech to fill the room and Pyramid Head to turn on a dime with no hesitation. His helm locked onto you. Your chest heaved up and down as you quickly turned around and went out the door you first went through. Pyramid Head on your heels.

               You turn right, grabbing onto the door frame to help swing you and keep your balance. You run down the long hallway, passing doors on your left and right. He was gaining on you and hearing his heavy breathing getting louder caused the panic in your chest to build even more to the point where you could barely breathe.

               The last door you could make out on your left was your last option. After that, it was a dead end. You run as fast as you can making it seem like you’re just going to keep straight – then at the last second, you turn left and head through the door. You heard him run past you, roaring as he comes to a stop. Dust fell from the ceiling as the building shook. He was pissed and now you were committed. There was no saving yourself from this.

               You blink a few times trying to adjust your eyes from the dust that just fell in them. You see four figures in the room that look like humans, but it’s Silent Hill; there aren’t going to be humans out here. You take in a deep breath and hold it, your hand still on the handle of the door. Quietly, you try to push down on the handle to open the door, but it’s locked.

               Your heartbeat filled your ears as the figures in front of you moved in jerky motions from the faint sound of the locked door. You tried the door again thinking it was jammed and to your demise, it remained locked. Another jerked motion from the human like figures as they made their way towards you. They react to sound. Great. You thumb the handle to see if it was a push lock like on traditional doors. Nothing.

               The figures in front of you moved again and you held your breath trying not to make a sound. With each movement, a moan escaped their lips. You could see a faint white color coming from them and the more you stared at them, the clearer they became. Nurses. Well, what used to be nurses. They wore short white dresses with traditional old-style hats and they had bandages over their faces. All of them covered in blood.

               The door hand jiggles from the other side and the nurses quickly jerk their way towards you – moaning with each movement. You look down a little further and see them carrying knives in their hands – slashing with each motion. Pyramid Head jiggles the handle again, and you quietly get away from the door and scale the wall to the right of the door.

               The nurses get to the door, moaning with each stab they penetrate through the wood. You try to get as far away as you can, scaling the wall in the process – not wanting to be a victim to their sexual fantasies. Just as you get to the corner of the room, your arm bumps into something wet and cold. Slowly, you turn your head to the right as terror reaches your face. Another nurse.

               Without hesitation, she raises her knife and cuts you deeply on the arm, moaning as the blade tears through your skin. You let out a scream and instantly regret it. The other four nurses turn rapidly and make their way towards you. The nurse that cut you, sends her knife towards you again, slicing at your ribs. Your cuts burned as you tried to remain quiet.

               The door handle jiggled again and two of the nurses turned back around to head to the door. Tears fell from your face, knowing the cuts were deep and more than likely would get infected. Three nurses were now headed in your direction, moaning with each step they took. Another roar shook the building from the monstrous being on the other side of the door. The nurses stopped in their path and froze. Were they scared of him?

               You take in a deep breath taking a risk, “Pyramid Head!” you shout as all the nurses in the room quickly make their way to you. All five were now in front of you as Pyramid Head banged on the door to bust it down. This time, they didn’t care about the noise coming from the door, but rather the noise they heard in the corner that smelled of fresh iron.

               They each brought their knives down in their own fashion, cutting through your arm as it felt like fire burning your skin. You tried to cover your face, but one managed to cut diagonally across your face. The door to the room busted open as Pyramid Head made his way inside, quickly making his way to you. The nurses froze as he approached. Blood poured down your face and from your arm you used to shield yourself. Your ribs ache from the one slice they gave you.

               The closer Pyramid Head got; the nurses backed away from you. His heavy breathing filled the room and you knew if he wouldn’t kill you, the nurses would have no problem doing so. He reaches out and grabs you by your severely cut arm. You scream as the burning sensation intensifies, but he doesn’t care.

               He drags you out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you both. Without hesitation, he lets go of your arm and slams you against the wall beside the door. The wall cracking around you. Here you were in the same situation you were in several hours ago - still not learning your lesson. Your hands find his to alleviate the pressure he has on your throat. It was the most he had ever put on you and for once, you were scared that he might kill you.

               Blood dripped off your elbow from your cuts as the smell of your blood filled the small area around you both. “I-I’m sorry,” you barely make out. The low growl that came from him told you that he was fed up with your shit. You closed your eyes as the world around you was becoming a blur. Just as darkness was consuming you, he lets you go and you fall to the hard ground, yelling out as your body collides.

               Everything hurt. Your wrist from earlier, your fucked up arm, your face, and your ribs. But the fucked-up thing about it, it was all your fault. If you would have just listened and stayed put, none of this would have happened. Your headache was getting worse, and you got on your hands and knees to hunched your back – dry heaving yet again.

               Your head hung low when nothing came up and tears spilled out your eyes from the pain you were in. Pyramid Head stood there watching you. Watching how broken you had become and your only saving grace in the fucked-up world was pissed off at you.

               “I’m sorry,” you whisper out again as your shoulders shake from crying. You hear him walking away and you pick your head up watching him through blurred vision. He doesn’t help you up. He doesn’t wait on you. He picks his sword up and continues walking – forgetting you’re there. You swallow hard as you get to your feet and follow behind him. You fucked up and you hoped that you didn’t fuck up to the point where you were next on his list and your time here in Silent Hell was over.

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