Scream for me

The fog dissipated, dropping me back, once again, in another trial. I stood still for a moment, trying to take in my surroundings quickly. My eyes glazed over the house, in an eerie silence. I took a deep breath, and took off towards the door. Ever since the Entity had taken me, bringing me to this… realm, I've had one thing on my mind. Well, I should say person. Ghostface. Listen, I realize that he's a killer but, why'd he have to look so damn hot in that mask? Whenever we run into each other, I feel my stomach turn, and an insatiable need to be touched by him. It's crazy I know, he's literally a psycho and I'm trying to survive but… Quickly, those thoughts disappear from my mind when a sudden scream fills my ears. Someone's injured already? I've yet to come across my other teammates, but anyone could recognize that scream. Well there goes Claudette, as usual. I can't help but roll my eyes, heaving a deep sigh.

"Great." I turn in the direction of Claudette's scream, deciding to do a light jog in her direction. After all, I'm not sure which killer it is yet. Sneaking through broken fences, and ducking behind cars, I'm a few yards from where the scream took place. Before I know it, Claudette screams in pain again, from the hook piercing her chest. I take a couple slow steps forward, but pause. It's too quiet. I'd at least feel my heart beat pick up a bit unless…

"Ah shit." Before I can run in the opposite direction, Ghostface is standing in front of me. Caught off guard, I stand in shock, whilst feeling my face heat up from how close he is to my body. Holding a knife in one hand, he holds up a finger to the mouth of his mask, making a 'sh' gesture. Gulping partly out of fear and nervousness, I nod. He tilts his head to the side, closing what little distance there was between us. Claudette whimpers in an attempt to free herself, only to fail miserably. I turn just in time to see her being pulled away into the sky. Before a word can escape my throat, leather ribbons wrap around my wrists pinning them behind me. Ghostface's hand wraps around my throat giving it a firm squeeze.

"You're supposed to be paying attention to me, Sweetheart." He's pressed against me, and I can feel him breathing down neck. Somehow I muster a bit of confidence saying,

"Getting jealous, are we?" He pauses, bringing the knife to my cheek, pressing it in softly, so that it only draws a thin line of blood.

"You haven't seen me jealous yet." Releasing my throat, he brings the knife to the edge of my throat, creating a small nick. The warm blood falls down my collarbone, into my shirt. Instinctively, my arm raises to wipe it away, only to find that I'm still bound. The ribbons tighten, making my back arch into him.

"Ah ah ah, who gave you permission to wipe that off, sweetheart?" Suddenly his free hand grips my hip, his thumb pressing into the divots. A soft groan escapes my throat. My face quickly flushes red in embarrassment.

"That's my mark, which means you're mine, doll." Just as quickly, the ribbons release me in a swift motion until he's already blended back into the fog. My hand meets my mouth in an attempt to rid my cheeks of the hot blush that continues to spread. My other arm matches where his used to be on my hips. I tilt my head back imagining all the things I wished he'd do to me at that moment. I snap myself out of it, and decide to try and focus on something more productive, like escaping. But that was a weak attempt at best.

…

Everywhere I went, I could feel his eyes on me, like whispers were grazing over my skin. Pretty soon, I gave up on the idea of trying to fix the generators, and instead tried to entertain myself with the other survivors. I had found Felix and Dwight.

When I first arrived at the camp, Dwight was the most welcoming, and oddly positive. We quickly became something like friends. Once I ran into him here again, we got to talking. We had been exploring the house, looking for our other teammate who had suddenly disappeared. Crossing a hallway, I heard Dwight fall. I turned around to face him, as he fixed his glasses, smiling meekly. I couldn't help but laugh. He blushed with embarrassment, which caused me to laugh even more. Helping him up, we continued down the hallway till we reached a door. Without thinking, I swung it open. Both Dwight and I stepped back in surprise, faced with that familiar mask. He gave us a small wave, tilting his head. Before either of us could process what was happening, Ghostface had already landed a hit on Dwight, injuring him. My eyes widened in shock, watching Dwight hit the ground. I whipped my head back in Ghostface's direction, only to be greeted by his hand covering my mouth. The familiar ribbons had found their way around me again, but in a more aggressive manner.

"I told you that ya hadn't seen me jealous yet." Shoving me into the room he had walked out of, my feet caved from under me, my body tumbling to the bottom, to what I assumed was a basement. Whatever air was in my lungs was punched out, leaving me stunned for a moment. In my disarray, I failed to notice Ghostface walking down the stairs towards me. I raised to my knees, and his hand gripped the side of my jaw, jerking my head up to look at him.

"So what, you slut around for everyone doll?" The question sent a chill through me, and all I had really caught was 'slut'. Gulping, my legs closed, as my body shuddered. Was I really into that? He quickly noticed my legs, and placed a boot in between them forcing them back open.

"Don't tell me you liked that." I could sense a smirk from under the mask, his boot moving closer and closer to my cunt. He raised the boot, stepping down slightly. Shaking, I couldn't help but moan.

"Are you seriously turned on right now, sweetheart?" A low husky chuckle came from the mask. Letting go of my jaw, he picked me up, pinning me against the nearest wall. The coolness met my chest sending a chill down my spine. He placed my wrists above my head, pressing himself against me. At the small of my back, I could feel something. Curious if it was his knife, I moved in confusion. A low chuckle erupted from him, the mask coming closer to my ear.

"You should know exactly what that is, after all you caused it with that show earlier doll." Breathing heavily against each other, I was growing wetter by the moment. Pinned to the wall, the leather ribbons began to run around my body, in between my legs, around my throat, teasing me.

"Oh come on Ghosty, just fuck me already." My cunt throbbed, hearing the words that escaped from my mouth. He leaned down to my ear again.

"Be careful what you wish for."

He turned my body to face him, his ribbons replaced his hands around my wrists. Soft moans left my lips, my body flinching with anticipation. For a moment, he stared at me, almost admiring his work.

"Are you just gonna stand there all day?" I said, with an irritated tone.

"Shut up." He said back. Lifting his mask up just above his mouth. His lips crashed against mine, his tongue exploring me. Groaning against him, the need for air was becoming apparent. A gloved hand squeezed my cunt engulfing it. I moaned again, biting his lower lip as he pulled away. That same smirk never leaving his face. Without any effort, both his hands reached for the top of my shirt, ripping it in two, my bra underneath following suit. The instinct to cover up flooded me, but the ribbons made that impossible. Whimpering, he chuckled again. He stopped suddenly, but not to look at me. His eyes glazed over the room, landing on the mattress in the middle of the floor.

"Listen, I realize I'm heavily attracted to a killer but, I've got some standards and… fucking on a matress that's been there for god knows how long isn't on my to do list." Either ignoring me or not caring, he waved the ribbons off me. I stumbled a little, but his body moved out of the way. Falling onto the mattress, I attempted to turn over. Swiftly, he straddled me from behind. My face beat red, his gloved hands finding their way around my chest, squeezing. Once again my cunt throbbed, dripping. I was sure my panties were soaked. Keeping my face turned away he bent forward, kissing my upper back, his teeth sinking into the back of my neck. Abruptly, Ghostface's hand gripped the back of my hair, pulling my head up towards the ceiling. He lowered his head next to mine, pulling out a camera. Pressing me further into the mattress, it clicked a few times, the flash taking over my eyesight. He tossed it to the side, continuing to pull my hair. Flipping me over, he pulled out a knife. Bringing it to my face, he ran it down the middle of my chest, stopping just above the waistline of my jeans. Hooking it underneath, the knife cut through them with ease. Cool air hit my legs, my hips lifting in response. He pushed me back down.

"Tsk tsk, doll." Tossing the remnants of my jeans to the side, he pulled my legs apart forcefully. Slowly, his fingers ran slowly underneath the last piece of fabric covering me. Gasping, he pulled them away teasing me again. Lowering his head past my thighs, I noticed his mask flying off to the side. His lips met the inner parts of my thighs, my head flying back in shock. He inched closer, moving slower and slower, licking me softly. He sucked and grazed my skin with his teeth, purposely ignoring the place I so desperately wanted him. His gloved hand pulled the fabric to the side, and without warning I felt a finger enter. Moaning, my hand flew to grab onto his hair. It felt soft and oh so right inbetween my fingers. He groaned in response.

"This wet, for me?" He brushed his thumb back and forth over my clit, pulling out his finger slowly before plunging back in. Soon more joined, and I felt them hitting deeper. He curled them inside, setting a cruelly slow pace. I widened my legs, begging for him to go deeper.

"Please." I breathed. He chuckled, the little gusts of air dusting over my skin. He lowered his head completely, giving into my plea. He licked me softly, completely devouring me. My eyes closed, as continuous moans left my lips. He wrapped his arms around my thighs keeping them open when all I wanted was to smother him in between them. He continued to squeeze my thighs, working my cunt into overwhelming pleasure. My stomach began to tighten, and my hands gripped his hair harder.

"I'm gonna cum." I gasped, as I felt his head lift a little. I whimpered in disagreement.

"Don't worry love, I'll make you cum as many times as you want sweetheart." He started to go faster, my mouth going dry. "Now cum for me, doll." My eyes rolled back and I swore I could see stars. Gasping and breathing hard, he continued to suck licking it away. Dazed, I didn't notice how he suddenly sat up laying over me. My eyes were met with hazel ones, and a smirk to accompany it. Connecting the dots, my eyes widened in surprise- I got to see his face. I found myself swooning again, taking in all his features. He had shaggy blonde hair, which happened to be my type. Full lips, and a prickling of hair on his chin.

"Like what ya see, sweetheart?" He inquired, and I nodded, "God, fuck me again." I replied.

"Your wish is my command… but first." He reached over to the side of the mattress revealing the knife he had held earlier. He licked away the blood that had dried on my collar bone from earlier, bringing the knife to my throat. My heart raced with fear and arousal.

"This might hurt a little…" Lowering the knife, he made a small cut above my stomach. Gasping, I couldn't help but want him even more. He continued to make little cuts on my thighs, licking them immediately after like he was easing a burn. With one hand, he pulled my body closer to him so my knees were practically around his waist. He clutched the blade in his hand, bringing the hilt of it to my cunt. Slowly, he began sliding it in stopping just below the beginning of the blade. I held my breath afraid it would cut me. "God, you look so pretty with my knife. Two of my favorite things together." I blushed, hiding my face with my arms. "No no doll, let me see that pretty little face of yours." He grabbed a hold of my arms guiding them down to my sides. He continued to tease me with the knife, both of us breathing hard. Removing the knife, he came up to lay above me again.

"Two things, one I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk, understand?" I nodded as he continued, "And secondly, I wanna hear you call out my name, repeat after me; Danny." A wave of arousal shivered through me. "Understood, Danny." He kissed down my chest, and sat up by my legs. I heard some shuffling, which told me he was finally ridding himself of the rest of his clothes. He returned and with one hand pinned my wrists above my head again. He stayed like that above me, guiding his cock to my cunt. Without any warning, he thrusted into me, hard. We both moaned, but I found his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. I wanted to see more of that. He pulled out slowly, thrusting back in quickly.

"Danny." I moaned out, closing my eyes. He let out a low groan in response, thrusting harder. Each time it felt like he went deeper, sending me into a fit of moaning. "Harder Danny, please." I begged, feeling the familiar knot forming in my lower stomach. "God, yes just like that." I felt his hand dig into my thigh, as he thrusted harder than before. He released my hands, and I grabbed onto his shoulders for support. He leaned down to my neck, biting me. I dug my nails into his back, hard enough to leave marks.

"Such a good girl for me." He breathed. Hearing his sudden praise, sent me over the edge, and I came lifting my hips into him. Danny thrusted a few more times, before he threw his head back. His adams apple bobbed, his eyes squeezed shut. The dim light behind him created a soft halo around his head. "You're even hotter without the mask." I said as he gazed down at me, and smiled.

"And it's only for you doll." I felt my cheeks redden, as he laid down next to me. Propping himself on his elbow, he reached over to run his thumb over my lips. He leaned over, capturing them in an oddly gentle kiss.

Suddenly, the sound of the exits opened, and I realized that while we had been busy down here, Dwight and Felix had probably been figuring out how to escape. Danny stood up then, reaching his hand out to me. I took it, wobbling a bit. He held me in his arms, chuckling.

"What I wouldn't give to keep you down here." He whispered against my ear. Quickly, we both dressed. I walked ahead of him to the stairs, but before we ascended them, he pulled me back into him. He tilted my head up, lifting the mask up to kiss me again. I moaned into the kiss, already missing his touch.

"Until next time, sweetheart." Before I could say goodbye, he disappeared and I found myself next to the exit. I hoped I'd run into him again soon.