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Carmen sits in her room, bored out of her mind. Scrolling through her phone, she sees an add for a new horror movie, which always seems to excite her. She looks it up--'Jigsaw', it's called. She decides to watch it on Netflix to pass the time.
About 30 minutes into the movie, her phone rings. Sighing, she clicks on the notification. It reads 'No Caller ID'. She ignores it, thinking it's a scam, and goes back to watching her movie. However, 5 minutes later, her phone rings again, with the same message: 'No Caller ID'.
She reluctantly answers the phone.
A silky male voice says, "Want to play a game?"
Immediate warning bells ring in Carmen's mind. She's heard of the serial killer stalking her town, preying on people by calling them and making them play some twisted game which results in their death.
"Who is this?" Carmen demands.
There's a deep chuckle on the other end. "That's not too nice of you, is it?"
"I asked a question." Carmen says. A gut feeling tells her to hang up, but her curiosity wins out in the end.
"Oh, come now. Don't be rude. It's very unbecoming of such a beautiful young lady." the voice says, low and sultry.
Carmen hesitates. "Fine. What game?"
She can practically hear the smirk from the other end of the phone. "Oh, just a fun little game I like to play. Kind of like...hide and seek."
"I'm not interested." Carmen says sternly. She may only be 16, but she's no fool. And she will not be a victim of some faceless killer.
The voice chuckles "Too late. The game has begun. Hide quickly. Ready or not...." and the line goes dead.
Carmen freezes, her blood running cold. she goes to dial 911, but her service has been cut off mysteriously.
"Shit," she mumbles, getting out of brD and running to the kitchen to grab a knife. She looks around frantically for somewhere to hide, finally settling on the back of her bedroom closet, behind some spare boxes.
Just in time, too. For it's at that very moment Carmen hears the front door lock disengage, the creek of the opening door sending shivers down her spine.
She listens intently as footsteps ring out on the hardwood floors of the entryway, and then the creak of the floorboards as the intruder climbs the stairs. Carmen holds her breath, clutching the kitchen knife in her hand. The footsteps draw nearer, and the intruder reaches her bedroom.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." the intruder calls, his deep voice reverberating through Carmen's bones.
The footsteps stop for a moment, and for one split second, Carmen thinks she may have won their game.
She is sorely mistaken.
Two gloved hands reach into the closet, pulling her out swiftly. Carmen struggles against them, but they win out, dumping her onto her bedroom floor. Slowly, she looks up, seeing a tall, broad figure clothed in black robes and a white ghost mask. She recognizes him as the murderer that's been tormenting her town.
"Found you." he says, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Carmen scrambles to her feet, holding the knife out in front of her. "Dont touch me."
"Or what?" the killer says, tilting his head to the side.
"I'll--I'll....uh...I'll hurt you."
The killer, whom Carmen recognizes as Ghostface, chuckles. "You expect me to be frightened by you? You're nothing but a small, defenseless little girl, aren't you?"
Carmen steps back, only to find herself cornered between Ghostface and the wall behind her.
"Dont try to delay the inevitable, Carmen." Ghostface says, her name ringing like a drop of metallic blood on his tongue.
Carmen looks the killer up and down, frightened. "Are you...are you going to kill me?"
Ghostface looks her up and down, before running the flat side of his scythe across her torso. "Not yet. Not yet." he says, examining every inch of her.
"Then...what are you going to do?" she asks, hating how her voice quivers slightly.
Underneath his mask, Ghostface's lips twist into a cruel smile. "A pretty little thing like you...all alone, defenseless...why, it's practically like you're...screaming for me to help you."
"No. No, I'm not. I dont need your help."
Ghostface tsks. "Too bad. You lost our game. It's time for me to collect my payment," he says, before throwing her onto the bed, binding her wrists above her head with a rope from his robes.
"N-no. dont! stop it!" Carmen protests, struggling against her bonds.
Ghostface puts a gloved finger to her lips. "Shh, now. Dont struggle. Or I might have to resort to...other measures," he says, running his knife along her throat, but not hard enough to break skin.
Carmen swallows, and reluctantly nods.
"Good girl," Ghostface coos, his hand moving from her lips to her throat, his grip tight, but not tight enough to where she struggles too much.
Carmen winces, but remains quiet. She doesn't want to get hurt. If this is what she has to do, then so be it.
Ghostface then runs his other hand along her collarbones, down her breasts and stomach, stopping at her waistband. "Stay quiet for me, hm? Dont scream until I say."
Carmen nods, not wanting to anger him.
"So obedient. You're a smart one," he says before sliding his hand past her shorts and underwear.
He teases her with his thumb for a moment before slipping one finger inside, humming in delight at how she feels around him. He slowly starts to move his finger inside her with shocking expertise and precision, eliciting a sharp inhale from Carmen, who at this point, was just trying not to get murdered.
Ghostface smirks in delight underneath his mask before adding two more fingers, increasing his pace until he was finger fucking her roughly. Carmen's face contorted in pleasure, and as much as she hated to admit it, a sick, twisted part of her was really enjoying herself.
Just as Carmen was about to reach her climax, Ghostface pulled his fingers out, soliciting a slight whine from her. He shoved them in her mouth, making her lick herself off of his fingers.
"Good girl," he says, removing his hand from her throat and his fingers from her mouth.
Carmen sees his hands disappear beneath his robes, and hears the click of a belt and the rustle of pants. Ghostface pulls out his already hard cock, giving it a couple rubs. He slides Carmen's shorts and underwear down to her knees, positioning himself at her entrance.
Carmen sucks in a breath, mentally preparing herself. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid inside, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. Carmen hated herself for how much she wanted him, how much she needed him inside of her.
He continues, and once she's adjusted, he starts picking up his pace until his thrusts become so violent Carmen's bed shakes.
"Fuck, Carmen. So tight. So perfect," he says, one hand fisted in her long hair, the other cupped around one of her tits, squeezing and rubbing.
Carmen bites her bottom lip to keep any sound from escaping, her nails digging crescent shapes into her palms as she begins to get lost in the pleasure of the moment. She no longer cares about how twisted or wrong it may be--the pure ecstasy of feeling Ghostface inside her, his hands all over her, his hot breath in her ear is overwhelming.
His thrusts become more erratic as he chases his release, his hands gripping her tighter. Carmen is long gone, her thoughts overshadowed by the pleasure she experiences and the desire to keep herself quiet.
Moments later, Ghostface thrusts inside of her one last time, sinking as deep as he can into her as waves of pleasure wash over him, his cock twitching inside of her. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulls out, their mixed fluids dripping out of her.
He begins to redress himself, staring down at Carmen, who is still breathing heavily, recovering from her intense orgasm. Ghostface lifts his mask ever so slightly, placing a surprisingly soft kiss on her forehead. He quickly pulls his mask back down, not daring to reveal his identity.
"You were excellent, doll," he says, putting his scythe back into it's sheath.
Carmen's breathing returns to normal, and she nods. "Uh...thanks? I think."
Ghostface chuckles, low and sultry. "I'll be back, Carmen. And, in the future, pick up the first time."
Carmen nods, a small smile forming on her face. "I'll be sure to."
Ghostface smiles underneath his mask, twisted and cruel and...somewhat...caring? Perhaps. But he'd never admit it.
"Goodnight, doll," he says, slipping back into the shadows of her room, disappearing from sight.
"Goodnight," Carmen whispers into the emptiness of her room.
She lays down, drifting off with a smile, and an unrelenting anticipation of when Ghostface will make his next appearance.