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The Ghostface Killer Strikes Again? He read the newspaper article with a smug grin across his lips. 

Just this morning, a man was found dead in his home. The victim suffered multiple stab wounds and the crime scene showed proof of a struggle, yet police say there was no sign of forced entry. Could this be another attack from the mysterious killer that lurks in the shadows of our city? If so, this would be the sixth kill so far. When asked, Police said “it’s possible the murders are connected but nothing is confirmed yet.” Please remember to follow the citywide curfew that has been issued. All citizens are advised to be on the lookout for a man wearing a white mask with a face resembling that of a ghost.

He chuckled to himself.

He had to admit, he was pretty damn proud of his most recent kill, but reading the article only fueled his ego more. Mysterious killer? Lurks in the shadows? He definitely liked the sound of it. Plus the fact that the article confirmed the police were completely clueless. It was all just too easy for him. He was a killer after all—a pro at stalking his prey, covering his tracks, avoiding suspicion, and of course, slicing unsuspecting people to ribbons. He thoroughly enjoyed what he did. It was what made him tick.

Usually after a kill, he would lay low to avoid suspicion for a few weeks, but the restless tapping of his fingers and the incessant buzzing in the back of his mind told him that he couldn’t wait. He needed another kill.

In fact, he had even found a new victim already. 

He’d been watching you, so cute and so innocent, for the past few weeks. He had already decided that you were the perfect choice. Not only were you a good fit, but you were so oblivious to the world around you. You’d leave your windows open and lights on late at night, and you even left your doors unlocked most of the time.

Lucky me, he thought the first time he snuck into your house to snoop around. Even after the curfew was enforced, you’d still forget to lock them. God, he thought. She’s so cute, but so dumb.

Most people made it a challenge to learn their daily routine, but not you. You made it so damn simple. To be fair, you didn’t do much. You spent most of your time at home. He noticed you’d leave the house occasionally for work and some errands from time to time, but that was about it.

So... he knew your schedule and knew all the best times to sneak in and plunge his knife into you, but for some reason... he never made his move. 

Instead, he kept watching you—in fact, he watched you as often as he could. He didn’t even know why. If it were any other victim, he would’ve killed them already by now! What was so special about you that made him show up night after night to stare into your windows?!

It definitely didn’t have anything to do with your looks, right? Sure, you were gorgeous and just his type, but that only made him more eager for the moment he would see you drenched in blood.

It definitely didn’t have anything to do with your voice, either... Ugh, okay–he hated to admit that he was surprised by it the very first time you answered one of his calls.

“Hello?” You had said, tone innocent and sweet. He was caught off guard for a second, not expecting to like your voice as much as he did. He even had to adjust himself in his pants before responding with a “hi doll” and continuing the conversation as expected.

And it definitely didn’t have anything to do with the way you had a nightly routine of pleasuring yourself with an assortment of exciting toys... Okay, who was he kidding? He liked all of those things about you and more. He hadn’t even realized how fond of you he had grown.

Yet as fond as he was, he still had a plan to execute, and it was one that would end with him watching the life drain from your eyes. He licked his lips in anticipation.

He just couldn’t wait to tear you apart.

-

The Ghostface Killer Strikes Again? You read the title over, and over, and over.

It didn’t help that you already couldn’t get him off your mind, but now the newspaper was just another reminder. You sighed dreamily, rubbing your fingertips across the words on the page, wishing so badly that your fingers were touching the real thing.

To be honest, in the past few months you had developed somewhat of a crush on the mysterious man the papers were calling Ghostface. The very killer lurking in the shadows and killing innocent people. What is wrong with me, you’d ask yourself, but no amount of shame or guilt or confusion could change how you felt about him.

It all started one night when you were out for a late walk.

The breeze tickled your skin and the neighborhood was quiet, everything was so peaceful. As you were passing some random house you heard a muffled sound coming from inside. Were you going crazy or did it sound like someone was screaming? You were on edge as you turned toward the house, only to see that the window was covered with small splatters of blood.

You stared at it almost as if you were in a trance, enamored at the red liquid dripping slowly, hypnotically down the glass. In a way, it was kind of... beautiful. Your body started moving as if you were on autopilot. You got closer, heart racing, trying to stay as quiet as possible, and next thing you knew you were face to face with the window. You looked inside.

That’s when you first saw him.

There he was on the living room floor straddled on top of a woman, his knees holding her in place below him, as he brought a knife down brutally into her chest. He yanked it back out only to repeat the action. More specks of blood landed on the window right before your eyes.

He was terrifying; wearing all black, big leather boots, and a creepy faced mask to finish off the look. With a quick motion, he brought the blade back down and into her flesh. The sight of it was instantly burned into your mind as something you would never forget. 

The woman thrashed and screamed and cried out for help as he stabbed her—meanwhile, all you could think in that moment was how badly you wished you could be in her place instead. To be there under him, completely at his mercy. Your cheeks flushed at the thought.

You knew you couldn’t stay long or else he might spot you. You ducked out of view and fled the scene, trying your best to stay hidden.

Something inside of you changed that day. 

You couldn’t ever get the thought of him out of your mind. You’d touch yourself, wishing it was him doing it instead. You fantasized what it would be like to be one of his victims; someone who actually appreciated the art and the skill he put into it.

You would give anything to let him tear you apart. 

-

He decided he had spent enough time watching you, learning about you, stalking you. It was finally time for the two of you to meet face to face. Tonight was the night. 

It was after midnight by the time he made his move. He crept through your backyard until he was at your back door. With bated breath, he turned the knob, and let out a sigh of relief as the door creaked open. Still not locking your doors, huh? He thought.

It was almost like you were asking for this to happen.

Silent as ever, he stepped inside your house and shut the door behind him. He’d already been inside a few times to poke around so he knew the layout by now. He headed towards the stairs, so excited and antsy he could barely contain it. 

Once he reached the top he went towards your bedroom door where he knew you’d be sleeping soundly. Carefully, he turned the handle and pushed the door open, only to reveal—nothing. Your bed was empty.

Before he even had time to react, there was a sudden loud noise accompanied with an excruciating pain blossoming on the back of his head. Had... had you hit him? He could barely think as he collapsed to the floor.

-

The first thing he registered was the throbbing headache.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, trying to find out where the fuck he was. There wasn’t much light other than a few lit candles scattered around the room—your room, he noticed, casting a low and eerie glow.

As he came to his senses he realized two things: first, he was bound. A few tugs had revealed securely tied rope on his wrists and ankles. Oh shit, he thought. He was tied down to your bed. The second thing he realized was that he wasn’t alone. Across the room, there you stood, except it was not at all what he was expecting.

He noticed the lacey black bra first, and how wonderfully your breasts spilled over the ruffled trim, looking so soft and supple. His eyes trailed down your body and next he saw the matching lace panties as well as the sexiest pair of thigh highs. They made your legs look divine, and he couldn’t help the twitch in his pants.

The best part of all, though? When his eyes finally glanced up and saw the finishing touch. The mask you wore, identical to the very one he was wearing. It felt like hours passed as you two stared at each other, no hint of the person behind the soulless, black eyes of the masks. In reality, it had been just a few seconds. The whole time, he couldn’t help but admire how good you looked.

“Hi,” you said finally, and there was that sweet, innocent voice he loved hearing so much. Except now was the first time he got to hear it in person. He couldn’t help that he was twitching in his pants again. You continued talking as you started to walk over to him, “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you sounded bashful as you said it and a shy giggle followed.

Okay, now he was even more confused. “You know who I am?”

You giggled again, this time with more confidence, and by now you were right beside the bed. “Of course I do! I’d have to be living under a rock if I hadn’t heard of you, I think. You’re all anyone’s talking about these days. The Ghostface.” He really hated how much he liked hearing you say those things about him, but damn did he like it. He had always loved being the center of attention, after all.

He was busy staring now that he had a better view of your outfit when suddenly you started to climb onto the bed with him. You threw a leg over his hips and straddled him. You seemed to make yourself right at home, settling down and rubbing ever so slightly against the bulge between his legs. Your hands found their way to his chest, desperate to touch him.

“I can’t believe this is real. You don’t even know how bad I’ve wanted this—wanted you.” You ground your hips down on him as you said it. He had to resist the urge to buck up into you.

“Oh?” He asked, almost breathlessly. “Tell me what you mean, angel.” The pet name had you feeling so fuzzy inside.

“Well... I’ve been watching you for a while,” you admitted. “I-I uh, saw you one time, killing someone. I’m not sure what about it, but when I saw it I just... I understood it.” Your hands roamed his body and your fingers dug into his flesh through the fabric of his clothes, so ecstatic that you finally had your hands on the real thing. “I kinda started following you around after that.”

“You? Were following me?” He scoffed, clearly in disbelief.

“Wow, you don’t believe me?” You asked playfully while you rubbed against him. You were obsessed with the feeling of his dick hardening below you, for you. “It’s true though. And it ended up being way easier than I thought. You were pretty distracted because your focus was on your victims, so I was able to go completely unnoticed,” you laughed.

“How many people have you seen me kill?”

“I’ve only been there a few times to witness it actually, that special moment when you end it.” He felt dizzy with bliss as you ground your hips harder on him. “Plus I’ve been keeping up with all the newspaper articles, all the police interviews, everything! I just knew that you and I were connected since that day... The day I became your first witness.”

“That means I have to kill you then. Can’t leave a witness behind,” he said, but who was he joking? He was the one tied to the bed here, although somehow, he couldn’t find it in him to necessarily be angry about that at the moment. Not with how good you felt and looked on top of him.

You nodded. “I know, and I want you to know that I accept that. I’d do anything for you, I mean it! I’m devoted, soul, mind, and body,” your voice was sultry as you spoke.

He chuckled deeply and wished now more than ever that his limbs were free so he could get ahold of you. “Is that so, doll? I want you to prove it to me.”

You pulled the mask off and looked down at him with a sweet smile on your face. 

In a second you had hopped off the bed and crossed the room. The candle flames flickered and cast shadows all around, especially on a large curtain that covered your wall. He hadn’t paid it much attention until now, but honestly, how could he? It was hard for his eyes to focus on anything other than you.

“You want me to prove it?” You asked and grabbed the string. With a tug, you pulled the curtains to the side and revealed something he could only consider to be a... shrine?

On the wall were countless cutouts and clippings and crime scene photos from newspapers. Lines of white string connected them to numerous gruesomely beautiful polaroids which surrounded everything, almost like spider webs woven across the wall.

He had never seen these photos before so he knew they weren’t released by the press. You must have been there in person to take them. Little handwritten notes were plastered all over the wall, too. He couldn’t quite make them all out, but he read a few. He saw one that was stuck next to a picture of himself taken through a window; stabbed him 23 times! he’s so strong ♡ wish that were me

“See? Is this enough to prove it to you? I’m your biggest fan!” You gushed. “I understand your art like no one else does and I’ve been waiting so long for you to finally notice me back.”

“Well, you definitely caught my attention. Even before I knew about this other side of you.”

“I’m glad,” you blushed, before you grabbed a knife off the top of your dresser and walked over to the bed once more. He watched, mesmerized with your body and how wonderful your figure looked. He definitely wasn’t complaining when you took your place back on top of him with your core pressed against his aching erection. You held the knife with both hands and clutched it to your chest. “Please, let me show my devotion to you, Ghostface.”

He wasn’t wasn’t sure what to expect, but whatever it was you decided to do to him, he was not only ready for it but also very into it. He nodded.

“Thank you,” you said with genuine happiness in your voice.

With one hand, you positioned the blade just below your collarbone and pressed it into your skin. Droplets of blood lined the cut within seconds.

Ghostface watched, feeling almost mesmerized by it as it dripped delicately down your body. If he wasn’t hard already—fuck, this sight alone would’ve done the trick. You didn’t stop there, though. You made another cut, this one even deeper than the first. Then another. The blood started to drip immediately. You felt his hips grind upwards into yours. The friction was amazing.

You set the knife down and undid your bra. You took it off and threw it to the side carelessly. The blood trickled down your breasts next, and even though he had his mask on, you could tell where his eyes were glued.

“Fuck, doll,” he said. “There’s nothing better than a pretty girl covered in blood. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you said with a giggle. “I want you to know that I give myself up to you completely. I belong to you, my heart beats for you, I bleed for you, I’d kill for you. I’m all yours.”

Next, you grabbed the knife and sliced through his clothes. You were quick to remove the scraps off him so you could finally see his flesh, real flesh. You couldn’t help but reach a hand out and put it on his chest. Beneath it, you felt the softness of his skin, the thumping of his beating heart, the rise and fall of his sternum. He felt so human and damn did it feel magical to finally be touching him. You were completely smitten, but you had to remind yourself that you couldn’t forget the whole purpose for cutting his clothes off. You positioned the knife above him and dragged it across his skin.

“I’m sorry, I hate hurting you,” you whispered, although he didn’t seem to be protesting much.

Once you were happy with the amount of blood coming from him, you took your hand and smeared it through the liquid. His breath hitched as you coated your hand, which you brought to your chest next. Slowly, you rubbed it all across your skin, mixing his blood with yours. You traced your fingers against your breasts and gave a few slow twirls around your nipples.

“We’re connected forever now, you and I,” you moaned, and at this point you were practically bouncing on him with how much you were grinding against his bulge.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

You put your hand back on him, making sure to mix your blood into his wound, and said, “See? Now you’ll always be a part of me and I’ll always be a part of you.”

You brought your hand to your mouth and licked a stripe up your finger, lapping the blood like a kitten lapping its milk. You dropped down and licked along his collarbone and chest, collecting blood on the tip of your tongue and savoring the taste. Your tongue flicked at his nipple and you were addicted to the way he writhed under you as you did so.

“F-fuck,” he said again. He still couldn’t believe this was really happening to him. “You’re a tease, you know that?”

“Then let me untie you. Let me please you. I can show you how much I worship you, Ghostface.” You smiled up at him through your lashes. That damn smile, so seemingly innocent, had it not been for the blood smeared across your lips. His response was an eager nod.

With a few slices of your knife, his limbs were free and he could finally get his hands on you. He started off by grabbing hold of your hips. His grasp was strong and unrelenting, effectively holding you in place while he pressed your body down onto his and raised his hips up against you.

“You feel how hard I am for you?” He asked. “Feel how bad I want to be inside you?”

You nodded fervently, biting your lip and whining.

“You think you can take it?”

“Y-yes! I can take it,” you were desperate. “Let me show you how well I can take it in my mouth.”

He really liked the sound of that.

You were quick to toss the knife on the bed, hop off him, and take your place on the floor between his legs. He sat on the edge of the bed and started to undo his pants. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as you watched his gloved hands finally free his erection. You were in awe of the sight; thick, hard, the tip flushed and glistening with pre-cum, everything about it was so enticing. You looked up at him and a shiver ran down your spine as he looked back. It felt like the eyes of his creepy mask were staring into your soul.

“Well?” He scoffed. “You gonna show me or not?” He grabbed hold of your hair and guided your face right in front of his cock. “Or do I have to do it for you?”

“Mm mn,” you shook your head, then took a finger and trailed it down the underside of his manhood. “I was just admiring you a little first, can you blame me?” You replaced the finger with your tongue instead and gave him a tiny lick.

His breath caught in his throat and his grip on your hair tightened. “Stop with the fucking teasing,” he grunted but you swore you could hear a smile underneath his mask. He was enjoying it.

You licked again, this time from the base all the way to the tip, before taking your tongue and swirling it around him. You gave a few more sloppy licks before taking the whole thing into your mouth. You leaned forward, taking more and more until you felt him hit the back of your throat and you had to suppress a gag.

“Oh fuckkk, look at you, trying to take every inch,” he laughed breathlessly. Key word, trying.

The fact of the matter was that he was huge. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head back and forth. You were already getting so wet just from the taste and the feeling of him sliding in and out of your mouth, god it was dizzying. Your hair had started to fall in your face, and with an almost tender touch, he brushed it out of the way for you. It would’ve been sweet if it weren’t for how he gathered it all in his hands and gently started to push your head further down on his cock next. 

You gave a muffled cry, “Mmmn!”

“Shsssh babygirl, you’re doing so, so good for me. Just a little more, okay?” The praise had you moaning around him happily and ignoring the pain. You felt one hand rubbing soothing circles on the back of your head while the other kept a tight hold on your locks. Before you knew it he was using it to pull you backwards off his cock. He’d pause for a few seconds to watch the spit and slobber drip off your lips, only to push your head forward again, making you go even deeper than the previous times. “That’s it, good girl. So fucking good.”

It wasn’t long before he started to increase the speed, using his grip on your hair to make you throat his cock just the way he so desperately craved, and you weren’t complaining. It was hot having him in full control of you like that.

He started to go even faster, with his movements getting rougher and rougher as time went on. By now, his cock was slamming in and out of your mouth as he fucked your face like you were his own personal toy, and god, you were seeing stars. Sure it was hell trying to breathe, your jaw was sore, your throat was burning, and you had tears trailing down your cheeks and smudging your makeup, but still, you loved it. You honestly wished you could spend hours there on the floor, kneeling below him.

Without any warning, he pulled you off of him completely. You felt so empty now, with his swollen member inches away and only connected to your lips with a line of drool. You missed the sensation immediately.

“God, so pretty,” he said, and both his gloved hands were on your face now wiping away your tears.

“Ghostface...” you whined his name, your voice hoarse from the rough treatment he had just given you. You weren’t fully sure what you wanted, you just knew you wanted him.

His strong arms were quick to lift you onto the bed and plop you down on your back. He towered over you, spreading your legs and aligning himself right in between them. He rubbed his thumb against your clothed slit.

“Aaah,” you moaned quietly, already feeling weak from his touch.

“Look how wet you are for me, doll. Just from sucking me off?” 

You nodded with a shy smile on your face. He gave a few more rubs, this time more focused on your oh so neglected clit, before he tugged at the waistband of your underwear and slipped them off your legs and past your thigh highs. He spread them again, this time leaving your bare pussy fully on display for him as he stared.

He gave a whistle, then, “Damn.”

You giggled and asked, “You like what you see?”

“Fuck yes I do,” he answered, taking his gloves off and tossing them haphazardly. His hand trailed up the length of your leg, the skin to skin contact making your whole body shiver, until his thumb was back on your clit and brushing against it gently. 

“Mmm, feels so good.” He kept rubbing you up and down, eventually starting to use more pressure, but still going at a tortuously slow pace. “Pleaseeee...” you whispered.

“Such a pathetic, desperate little girl, aren’t you?” He teased. “I’m already touching you. What more could you want?”

“Please, I... I just need more.”

“Tell me what you need, doll.”

“I need you. More of you.” He leaned forward and replaced his thumb with the head of his cock instead. It was warm and thick and already had you wiggling your hips underneath him trying to get more friction. “P-please...”

“God you’re so cute, and so fuckin’ needy. I barely did anything and you’re already a squirming, whiny mess.”

He kept rubbing himself on you, so light and slow. He loved the way it was driving you wild. Your moans got louder and more desperate as you reached up and started to play with your breasts. He slapped himself against your clit a few times causing your whole body to twitch in reaction.

“You like that, angel? Like being teased with a killer’s cock?”

“Uh huh,” you replied. Your breath caught in your throat the moment that his dick lined up to your aching, wet hole. This was the moment you had been waiting for all night. “Ghostface, please. I need you inside me.”

Finally, he sank his cock into you.

Despite how slow he went and how slick you were, it still burned as your walls stretched around him. Your body desperately tried to accommodate his size, but it wasn’t easy. You bit your lip, furrowed your eyebrows, and took deep breaths as you tried to relax. As much as it hurt, you found yourself addicted to the sensation already. You felt so... complete.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight. So perfect,” he praised. His hands were all over your body, kneading your flesh, grabbing your thighs, touching your nipples. “You’ve probably been dreaming about this, haven’t you? I’ve seen you touching yourself every night.”

“I was thinking of you every time, wishing it was you touching me instead,” you confessed.

His body pressed forward and slid even deeper in while he spoke, “Is that right? What a dirty girl you are. Not to say that I didn’t enjoy watching the show, though.”

He talked so casually, meanwhile your body was going through so much pain and pleasure it was hard to focus on anything other than his huge cock stretching your walls.

“Well g-good I’m glad. I hoped you were watching me.” You reached out and grabbed hold of his arm, just wanting to touch him. “And hey... I don’t want you to go slow for my sake. I want you to use me however you like.”

With one quick thrust he buried himself inside you fully, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. “Aw, that’s cute you think I’m going slow for you. Ever think I just want to savor the feeling of being inside you for the first time?”

“Oh,” you said, blushing.

He chuckled, “Ever think that I’ve been dreaming of this too? The moment that I’d finally get to feel this pretty little pussy clenching around me? I told you I’ve been watching you a while, doll. Those toys never stood a chance pleasing you. You need the real thing.”

He still hadn’t moved, just kept still while he was sheathed inside you. It felt so deep and nearly dizzying. You wished so bad that he would actually start fucking you. His hands gripped your hips roughly and held you in place so you wouldn’t start trying to grind on him. No, he wanted you to beg for it.

“I do, I need you, not anything else. Please, please, all I need is you.”

You were elated once his hips pulled back and then pushed forward again, but it was still so goddamn slow. You couldn’t help the whine that came from your lips; you were desperate.

His hand made its way to your breast and started twirling your nipple between his fingers playfully. It was even worse when his other hand went to your clit and started to touch you there, too.

Everything felt torturously amazing.

“Aww, pretty baby, is it too much?” He cooed. “I thought you could take it?”

“I can, it’s just-” you were cut off by him taking your whole breast in his palm and squeezing it hard.

“Such gorgeous tits. Fuck, everything about you is gorgeous. My perfect little doll.” His hand left your clit and started groping your other breast as well. You honestly loved the rough treatment paired with his sweet praise.

“I’ll be your anything—your doll, your fucktoy, your pet.”

His hands gripped you even harder, a true token of his possessiveness. “Mhmm, that’s right. All mine.”

His pace had started to increase by now and you were so grateful. The pain had pretty much faded and all that was left was pure, absolute bliss. Not to mention the bed was a complete mess by now too; a mix of blood and sweat and juices dripping from between your legs. It was disgusting, yet that made it all the more intoxicating.

He finally gave you what you were craving.

His hips snapped back and forth as he rutted into you with animalistic fervor. “Ugh, yes!” You cried.

His speed was brutal, not to mention just how hard he was going as he slammed into you. His hands trailed all over you, grabbing, gripping, squeezing you wherever he could, the pressure hard enough to leave bruises for sure.

“Ghostface,” you moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Yeah, babygirl? I want you to show me just how good it feels. I want you to cum on my cock. You think you can do that for me?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

Both his hands wrapped around your throat. He leaned forward, putting all his weight there and knocking the breath straight out of you. Your hands grasped his forearms and your nails dug into his skin, leaving red scratches in their wake. You even noticed he was bleeding in a few spots. Oops, you thought. You didn’t realize you were using that much strength, but you just couldn’t help it. Based on his reaction, he definitely didn't seem to mind.

He squeezed your neck even harder and kept slamming into you relentlessly. Did you care that your vision was starting to blur? Not one bit. Everything felt all fuzzy and wonderful. You were so close to the edge.

“That's it, just let go,” he said.

Everything was just so perfect; the angle, the feeling of his hands on your throat, the sounds he was making, his voice, him. You felt your body start to twitch as your release crashed over you. You rasped out moans and incoherent curses. 

“Such a good girl.”

He showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.

No, instead he kept fucking you through your orgasm. You loved every second of it though, it was wonderful being pounded into with such brutal rhythm while you held onto him for what felt like dear life.

Eventually, he did start to slow down, though he was still hard as ever. He let go of your neck and you gasped for air.

“Fuck,” you said, coughing. It was nice to be able to breathe again. “That felt amazing.”

Now he was thrusting into you slowly as you came down from your high. He wasn’t doing it to tease or torture you this time, though. It was different than before. Now it was more sensual and intimate and it made you feel so warm inside. He looked down and watched his cock disappear back inside you.

“Wow, so creamy and pretty,” he complimented and you couldn’t help the lazy smile on your face. He touched a finger to your sensitive clit and started to play with it again. As always, his hands felt great on you. Breathy moans came tumbling from your lips and he groaned at the way you started to squirm instantly. He fucking loved it.

As much as he liked taking his time with you, he couldn’t hold himself back for much longer. He was close and he wanted to chase his release too. His thrusts grew stronger, his hands laced through your hair, his cock throbbed inside of you.

Things were just as hot and heavy as before. You couldn’t have imagined a better outcome for your night with him—well, except for one thing.

One little thing you had been dreaming of since that very first day you saw him.

“G-Ghostface…” you whispered, a sudden shyness overtaking you. “Do you think I can show my true devotion to you?”

Between breathless thrusts he asked, “Thought you already did that, doll?”

“No silly, I mean something else. I want you to take our connection to the next level. I’ll show you what I mean.” He had a second of confusion before suddenly you reached over and picked up the knife from where it was tossed to the side of the bed. You grabbed hold of his wrist and put the handle of it in his palm. You guided his hand until the blade was pressed right up against your throat. “Please, let me be your next victim. Finish what you came here for.”

His hips stuttered for a moment, clearly caught off guard, “W-what?!”

“What do you mean ‘what?’” You asked innocently. “Isn’t that the whole reason why you came here in the first place? To kill me?”

“Yeah, it was but... You actually want me to do it..?” He was dumbfounded. He didn't think you were serious when you mentioned it before.

You nodded excitedly, “Yes, please! I’d do anything. It’s always been my biggest dream to be that special to you, I always hoped one day I would get the honor of being one of your victims. We can take things further than being killer and witness. Just imagine it, you pumping me full of your cum as you plunge the blade in my neck. Imagine the way my body would squeeze around you as I took my last breath.”

Fuck, he couldn’t deny how much the thought drove him absolutely crazy. And the fact that you wanted it—were begging for it. His cock was throbbing with desire and he was filled with a new surge of energy.

He reached up and did something you had never expected; he ripped off his mask, revealing his identity to you.

You had a few seconds to admire the handsome face underneath before he dropped down and pressed his chest against yours so he could capture your lips in a heated kiss. 

You always thought it was cliche when people said they saw sparks, well that was until you kissed him.

The taste of his lips felt like magic. His tongue swiped along yours while he thrust roughly into you, and that combined with the weight of his body on top of yours made you swear electricity was running through your veins.

He started to put more pressure on your neck and you felt small trickles of blood running down your skin. Your body reacted on its own, arching your back off the bed and whimpering wantonly. You were close to another orgasm, so close.

The blade sunk even deeper into you, causing a searing, fiery pain, yet somehow you couldn’t get enough of the feeling.

“Yes, yes,” you cried, wrapping your legs around his body. You were consumed with lust.

“Fuck angel, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.

His hips met yours with a few more thrusts and finally you felt his warm, sticky seed shooting into you. Just as he did so, he pushed the knife fully into your neck and felt your pussy clamp around him, milking every last drop from his cock.

You couldn’t help but cough and sputter as your blood pooled instantly, both filling your throat and spilling over onto the bed, adding to the huge mess that already soaked the sheets. You were already feeling woozy from the blood loss. All your energy was gone and your eyelids started to droop. You were dying, after all, and you couldn’t wish for a better way to go out.

“Thank you,” you said weakly. It didn’t even sound like your voice at that point, it was so raspy and hoarse. “Thank you so much.”

He kissed you again and tucked your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek softly. You felt so content, so peaceful, being held by him as you took your last few breaths.

“No, thank you. I’ll never forget you,” he said, whispering your name. Shivers ran down your body and you gave him a small smile, the very last one he would ever see from you. You looked so fucking pretty, completely fucked-out and in your most raw state, the sight was burned into his mind.

With that, your eyes fell shut and your body went completely still.

You were gone.

He sat for a second, his softening cock still inside you, cum leaking from your entrance, blood completely covering the two of you, out of breath, shoulders shaking, adrenaline pumping.

The only thought running through his mind—What. The. Fuck.