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2024
The night was so quiet, it was as if the whole world had come to a standstill around your mansion. There was no sound other than the ticking of the clock from the living room. The house was dark, lit only by the dim glow of the flickering television screen, casting faint shadows on the walls. You sat on the sofa, with a thick blanket wrapped around your body, hugging a large bowl of popcorn. It's 10pm, and the night air is getting colder.
All your friends are going to a Halloween party tonight, complete with creepy costumes and merry laughter. You, however, choose to stay home. Your parents are also out of town for work, your sister is staying at her boyfriend's house leaving you alone in your big, empty house. There's nothing that appeals to you from the frenzy of the party, so you decide to relax at home, away from the crowd.
Reaching for the remote, you choose to watch Barbies. Yes, Barbie. A movie that may not be in line with the spooky theme of Halloween, but at least it can fill the silence that dominates tonight. The sound from the movie starts to play softly, chasing away the loneliness in the room. You chuckle at the cheerful scenes on the screen, despite the strange feeling in your heart.
Outside, the wind began to blow harder, shaking the leaves on the trees. The shadows of tree branches seem to dance on the windowpane, giving off a creepy vibe that you can't ignore. You try to focus on the movie, hoping that the cheerful sounds and images can mask the quiet and slightly tense atmosphere that suddenly envelops the night. But somehow, tonight feels different.
There's something you don't understand, something that makes you occasionally turn your head towards the door, or feel a strange swish on your back. Even so, you refuse to think further. Maybe it's just imagination, or maybe it's the way Halloween night plays with your mood.
As you're engrossed in watching, your phone suddenly vibrates next to you, emitting a faint glow from a chat notification. You sigh and reach for your phone, seeing who sent the message. It's from Heira, your friend who's known for showing up at every party with a never-ending energy.
Heira: Girl? You really don't want to come to the party?
You stare at the message for a moment, then type a reply with quick fingers.
Me: Nahh, I'm watching Barbies.
Heira: Boo, boring.
Heira: Sylus is not here btw.
You automatically rolled your eyes as soon as you read your ex's name mentioned. Heira did have a habit of bringing up Sylus' name in conversation, as if she knew that it could still provoke a reaction from you, even though you had often said you didn't care anymore.
Me: K? Who cares.
Heira: Yk, the party is boring. I'm wearing the sluttiest outfit but still can't get laid tonight. Can I come over?
You smiled a little reading her last sentence. Heira was always outspoken about such things, never hesitating to talk about the details of her personal life, including how she dressed or what she expected from the party. Although it sometimes feels too vulgar, you're used to it.
Me: Oh, I thought Barbie was boring?
Heira: Girl...
Me: Jk, come over.
Heira: Otw.
After the message, you let out a long sigh as you put your phone back on the table. You stare at the television screen again, letting the cheerful sound of the Barbie movie fill the silence in the big house.
After an hour, the atmosphere is getting tense in the quiet house. You're still sitting on the sofa, but you're starting to feel restless. There was no sign of Heira's arrival, even though she usually arrived early if she said she was “on the way.” You try not to think too much about strange things, but the silence in the house makes you even more alert.
Quickly, you grabbed your phone and typed a message.
Me: Heira? Where are you? Long time?
Me: Ra?
Me: The movie is about to end.
There was no reply. You stare at your phone screen with furrowed brows. An uncomfortable feeling started to creep into your mind. Heira likes to procrastinate, but this time it felt different. You stare at the clock on the wall. It's been more than an hour since she said she was coming. Your mind starts to fill with possibilities, and you try to convince yourself that she's okay.
Triiing... Triiing..Triiing... Triiing...
Suddenly, your home phone rings, breaking the silence with a loud voice that makes you jump in surprise. Your heart beats faster as you get up from the sofa and walk towards the table where the phone is. Hesitantly, you pick up the receiver.
“Hello?” your voice sounds a little shaky.
However, there is no answer. Just silence on the other end. You pause for a moment, waiting for a response, but all you hear is silence. Slowly, you begin to think this might just be a prank call, someone prank calling without meaning to. With a sigh, you hang up and walk back to the couch. Your mind is distracted for a moment, but not completely.
Triiing... Triiing..Triiing... Triiing...
Shortly after you sat back down, the phone rang again. You turn your head quickly, annoyance starting to overcome you. Whoever is calling this, seems to want to play games. You try to ignore it this time, hoping it will stop if you let it. But the ringing never stops, screeching in the silence that makes the night even more eerie.
Triiing... Triiing..Triiing... Triiing...
Finally, in frustration, you get up from your seat and reach for the receiver once more, your voice now sounding more stern and angry.
“Hello?! Who the hell is this?! Prank call, huh?!” you snapped in a raised voice, hoping it would be enough to stop this unfunny prank.
Again, there was no immediate answer. But this time, something different can be heard faintly in the background-like the sound of heavy breathing, slow and regular. You froze instantly, your heart started beating faster. A cold sensation creeps up your back.
“What's your favorite scary movie?” the unfamiliar voice finally said, in a low tone filled with menace.
The words hit you like a hammer, making you instantly speechless. Your mind went blank, your body felt stiff, and your breathing stopped. That question, so familiar, but coming from the mouth of someone you don't know. Every breath from the other end sounds clearer now, creating an air of tension that makes your hair stand on end.
Slowly, you lowered the receiver, but your hands were shaking violently. Your heart is racing, and your mind starts to fill with fear. Who is calling? Why is he asking such questions? And the most disturbing thought-where is Heira?
Outside, the wind is blowing harder, the tree branches that were previously dancing are now scratching against the windowpane, as if something outside is trying to get in. You gaze around the room, feeling more alert than ever, every shadow seems longer and darker than usual.
You try to calm yourself, but the atmosphere is getting tense. The night that you thought would be calm and cozy, turned into a terrifying nightmare.
“Heira? That's not funny. Where are you?” you answer in a frustrated tone, trying to stay calm even though in your heart something is starting to feel wrong.
On the other end, the phone is silent for a few seconds, as if the caller is thinking about something, then there's another low voice that gives you goosebumps.
“Do you like scary movies?”
The question again, delivered in a cold and quiet tone, irritated you even more. You let out a long breath, feeling tired of whatever this joke was. With a quick movement, you hung up the phone. But not long after, the phone rings again, the constant shrill sound deafening in the silence of your large, empty house. This time, you choose to ignore it, hoping it will stop on its own. But the ringing continues, with no sign of stopping.
Triiing... Triiing..Triiing... Triiing...
Holding back your emotions, you sit back on the sofa, trying to focus on the movie that's almost over. But your mind is distracted, and anxiety begins to creep in. As the landline still rings incessantly, your cell phone suddenly sends out a notification. You grabbed it quickly and saw a message from Heira.
Heira: Answer it.
Your heart beat faster. You typed a reply quickly, your fingers trembling slightly.
Me: Heira? Was that you? Not funny, Ra. I waited for you for a long time
But after the message was sent, there was no reply. You waited for a while, hoping Heira would respond, but there was silence. The message was not sent with a legible mark, and the discomfort in your heart grew. Meanwhile, the landline was still ringing, a monotonous voice that frustrated you even more.
Triiing... Triiing..Triiing... Triiing...
Your head feels throbbing, and a feeling of panic starts to take over. After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, you finally gave up. With quick, emotion-filled steps, you return to the phone and pick it up rudely.
“What the hell do you want, Heira?!” you snapped in a high voice, your anger peaking. “It's not funny, Ra. Stop bothering me!”
There is silence on the other end for a few seconds, long enough to make you feel your heart beat faster. Then, the voice returned, just as cold and intimidating as before.
“What's your favorite scary movie?” they asked again, in a quieter, but more piercing tone.
You let out a long breath, feeling like you've had enough of this game. Maybe this was really Heira trying to prank you, but somehow tonight felt more tense than usual.
“IT.” you replied briefly, hoping it would be enough to stop this weird joke. You mentioned the classic horror movie because nothing else came to mind.
Suddenly, they laugh. It sounded unnatural, cold, and as if it came from someone who really enjoyed your confusion.
“You have such bad taste, sweetie.” they replied sarcastically, their tone of voice sounding so satisfied, as if they knew that you were now really scared.
You froze. Their words seem personal, different from a normal joke. An uncomfortable sensation starts to run up your spine, and your eyes blink rapidly as you try to make sense of the situation. Who exactly was talking to you? If it wasn't Heira, then who?
Holding the receiver, you slowly looked around the room. The house that had only felt quiet, had now turned into a place filled with eerie shadows. Every dark corner feels darker, every little sound you hear makes your heart pound even more. Outside, the wind is getting stronger, shaking the branches of the trees until it sounds like claws clawing at the window glass.
You feel your throat go dry. While you're trying to muster the guts to do something, the receiver is still in your hand, and the heavy breathing from the other end continues to sound, as if waiting for you to react.
Fear starts to take over. And even though your body wants to move, you seem to be trapped in the grip of unexplainable fear.
Your phone turns back on. You looked at the screen, there was a message from Heira.
Heira: I'm here. Open the door.
You pause for a moment, staring at the message with a mixture of relief and uncertainty. But the strange feeling that settles in your heart doesn't completely disappear. With a sudden movement, you slam the receiver of the landline back into place, the clanking sound echoing in the large, empty living room.
With bated breath, you walked towards the front door. Every step you take feels heavy, as if the air around you is getting denser. The normally bright hallway now feels longer and darker, illuminated only slightly by the moonlight coming through the small window. You pick up the key hanging on the wall and grasp it tightly, then with trembling hands, you open the door of your house.
The door opens slowly, creaking through the silence. But when the door is fully open, you are only greeted by the darkness of the night. There was no one outside. There is no Heira. There was no sound other than the cold wind blowing hard, making the leaves in the yard rub against each other and the tree branches scratch the walls of the house. You stood in the doorway, shivering not because of the wind, but because of the strange feeling that was getting stronger.
“You're really not funny, Ra. Don't call me anymore.” you type quickly, annoyed, and feeling like something is wrong at the same time.
After typing the message, you shake your head and shut the door hard again, hoping it will stop all the fear and confusion weighing on your mind. You tried to convince yourself that this was just Heira's over-the-top joke. But why, why do your feelings tell you otherwise?
You turned around, about to return to the sofa, but just a few steps away from the door, your doorbell rang. It sounded so loud in the thick silence, making you stop suddenly. Your body froze. Your heart beats faster, and your breathing gets shallower. Your hands automatically rise to your chest, as if trying to calm yourself down.
Who's outside? You just opened the door, and there was no one. Your mind is racing, trying to find a plausible explanation, but nothing is rational enough. Slowly, you turn your head towards the door, looking at it with fear and suspicion. The doorbell is still echoing in your ears, adding to the intensity of the feeling of insecurity that now surrounds you.
With slow steps, you approach the door again. Your hand trembles slightly as you hold the doorknob, trying to subdue the fear that has now dominated your every thought. You knew something was wrong, but the curiosity was stronger than your fear.
Letting out a long breath, you reach for the doorknob with trembling hands.
Your eyes were immediately drawn to the figure at the door, dressed in a large black robe with a Ghostface mask covering their entire face. They stand tall, their hands tightly clutching a large black plastic bag that hangs at their side. Your heart almost stops beating, and for a few seconds you just stand there, frozen in shock.
“Heira?” you ask in a trembling voice, despite the disbelief in your mind.
The figure nodded slowly. Her black robes swayed slightly with her movements, but she still didn't say a word.
You sighed, half relieved despite feeling something strange. “This is what you're calling a slutty outfit? If you dress like that, of course nobody wants to fuck you. Also, how come you're so tall? Are you wearing high heels?”
The figure nodded wordlessly again, its behavior feeling stiff and strange. A sense of unease begins to creep into your mind, but you ignore it, thinking that this might just be part of Heira's Halloween prank.
She enters the house without a word, and you immediately lock the door behind her. Although she kept quiet, you tried to stay relaxed, feeling that this must all be part of the prank Heira had planned.
“But seriously, what is that?” you ask, pointing at the large black plastic she's carrying. “You carry such a big plastic item?”
As you try to grab the plastic with curiosity, her black-gloved hand immediately slaps your hand hard, pushing the plastic bag away from you. You step back slightly, surprised by her aggressive movement. Your eyes narrowed, feeling something was wrong. Heira rarely acted like this, especially without saying a word.
“Okay, chill.” you say as you roll your eyes, trying to relieve the tension. “No one's trying to steal your candy.”
You start walking towards the kitchen, trying to take your mind off your growing anxiety. The figure follows you at a slow pace, dragging a large black plastic bag across the floor, making a creaking sound that adds to the strange atmosphere in your house. Every time she drags the plastic, a rustling sound seems to echo in the quiet house, making the atmosphere even more uncomfortable.
You open the kitchen cupboard and take out a plate of candy that you've been saving for Halloween. Smiling sarcastically, you take three pieces of candy and stare at the figure with a grin.
“Here's your candy.” you say as you hold out your hand with the candy in it.
The figure nods slowly, then opens the black plastic bag. You reached out to put the candy into the plastic, but when the bag opened wide, your gaze immediately focused on the contents. At that moment, time seems to stop.
Your mouth opens wide, a scream escapes. Your eyes widen in indescribable shock and horror. Inside the black bag, it was not chunks of candy you saw, but Heira's severed body, dismembered with fresh blood still dripping, filling the bottom of the black plastic. The sharp metallic smell of blood instantly hits your sense of smell, making you feel sick to your stomach.
The sound of your screams echoed throughout the house, breaking the eerie silence of the night. Your body trembles violently, your legs feel weak. The figure in front of you stands still, as if enjoying the sight of your horror, while you can only stare in horror, unable to move.
Your mind starts spinning-if this isn't Heira, then who is this person in front of you? What happened to Heira? How could she be dead? You back away slowly, staggering, trying to get away from the horrifying sight. But the figure just stood there, silent, with its head slightly tilted, as if it was observing your terrified reaction.
You know, there is no escape. Someone-or something-has brought death into your home.
The figure finally moved, quickly grabbing the kitchen knife lying on the table. Its metallic flash glowed under the dim light, making your heart instantly jump in fear. Without thinking, you immediately turn around and run as fast as possible, the seconds feel as if time is slowing down. Sweat begins to flow down your temples, your heart beats, the rhythm seems to race with your rushing footsteps up the stairs.
You keep running, staggering towards one of the rooms upstairs. Your breath gasps, your chest feels tight along with the fear that increasingly suffocates every inch of your body. Once in the room, you immediately close the door hard and lock it, your hands tremble when you turn the key. Outside, the mansion is now transformed into a maze of fear, where every sound feels more terrifying than ever.
Shit, you left your phone on the couch! Hope to call for help instantly vanish. Your mind is racing, looking for ways to survive this situation. You circulate your gaze around the room, looking for a hiding place. Your choice fell on a large wardrobe in the corner of the room. With an accelerating breath, you go into it, trying to drown out the sobs and cries that begin to break out. Your body shivers, and you close your mouth tightly with both hands, trying with all your might not to make a sound.
The atmosphere is getting tense when heavy steps are heard approaching the door of the room the only sound you hear is your own heartbeat and the anguish of breathless breathing. Your head feels dizzy, your vision is blurred because of the tears that continue to flow without stopping.
“Oh, sweetie... trying to play hide and seek?” The voice echoed along the corridor, slow, cold, and containing a threat that made you sink deeper into fear. His tone was full of ridicule, as if he enjoyed every second of your suffering. The voice sounded closer and closer, and every word that came out of his mouth felt like a knife piercing deeper into your fear.
You hug your body tightly, try to calm down, but in vain. Tears are pouring down your cheeks. Your body is shaking uncontrollably. Your breath is held, and the world outside the closet feels even more narrowed. Outside, there was the sound of a knife that he dragged, and then pressed against the wall. The sound of it rubbing softly, like the sound of claws scraping against Glass, makes you feel like you're locked in a nightmare.
His every step sounded closer and closer, his heavy breathing filling the vacuum outside the closet. You grip your mouth tighter, trying hard so that the sound of your sobs is not heard by him. But you know, he was close, very close. You can hear the knife touching the doorknob of the room, then a quiet knock that makes you almost lose control.
The room door may be locked, but how long can it hold?
The "tickle" sound from the doorknob of the room was clearly heard in your ears, and at that very moment, your heart sank into a deepening panic. You grip your mouth tighter, trying to hold your breath so that it is not heard, although your heart beats so hard that you are afraid that he can hear it. Your mind is full of uncontrollable fear.
"No, no, no... please God, no!"you thought in silence, begging for this to end.
The door to the room opened slowly, creaking softly, but to your ears, the sound felt like the roar of a bomb exploding in the middle of silence. The black-robed figure entered, his tall, menacing silhouette instantly making your heart beat even harder. It whistled softly, a haunting mocking tone.
"Hmm... you're so bad at this, sweetie..."he said in a light tone. His voice penetrated the air like a poison that slowly infiltrated your nerves, making your body tremble even more violently.
He began to check the whole room with calm movements, as if enjoying this game. You can hear the sound of his heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, the creak adding to the unbearable tension.
First, he lowered his head and looked under the bed. You hold your breath harder, even though you know he won't find you there. But that doesn't make you feel safe. The sound of his robe crackling as he moved felt so close.
Then, his steps shifted towards the bathroom. You hear the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing again quickly, but nothing he finds there.
And finally, the moment you've been waiting for the most arrives. It stopped right in front of us. Your body feels stiff, your blood seems to stop flowing. You don't want to breathe. The sound of the knife he was gently scraping against the wall was clearly audible, making your fur stand up.
He stood there, silent, as if he was thinking about his next move. The tension in the air felt so thick, as if every second was a game of life and death. You can hear the sound of his heavy breathing, in rhythm with his heavy and hard steps.
"Does he know I'm here?"You wonder in silence, while the air continues to flow, making your life that ends mulutt.
he smiled broadly, and with a slow motion, he opened the closet door. However, his smile did not stop when he found the closet was empty. A sense of disappointment flashed across his face.
"Ah, shit... it's next door." he muttered, before his heavy steps left the room and entered the next room. The door of that room opened as it opened, and you could hear the sound of his approaching footsteps.
With confidence, he immediately stood in front of the closet in the room. His voice was full of mockery. "You are very easy to read."essentially, it's as if taking advantage of the situation to play around with your abilities.
He cleared his throat, the voice echoing throughout the space, conveying an eerie atmosphere.
"Knock knock!"he understands the thin door, and you know exactly that you must not answer. With the fear that hit, you need to start neatly,trying not to make noise. However, every detail of your heart will add to the tension between you.
After a few seconds that went on as usual, he held his breath, and the words he said next made your heart almost stop.
"I will kill both your parents and your sister if you don't answer."
Your tears are gone, so there is still the result of the fear that happened and there is much more that you can get on my lips. In a panic, you try to answer in a hoarse and weak voice.
"W-who's there?"
He was silent, and the silence that enveloped you made you even more frightened. Hoping he might leave, hoping his threats might be mere words. However, that hope vanished when suddenly your closet door opened violently. His figure appeared before you, looking frightening and threatening.
He lifted his mask slightly revealing a wide smile, and his red eyes looked deeply into yours, as if to absorb all the fear that was in you.
His figure was so brightly illuminated by the moonlight that it penetrated the bedroom window, creating a sinister shadow around him. Every detail of his face that you used to know now looks Foreign and scary. The light made his eyes sparkle red, as if emitting a terrible evil intent.
"Sylus."he replied.
Your whole world is falling apart. Your body feels weak, there is no strength left. Your mind is caught in shock, unable to believe that your ex himself did all this. The person you once loved, the one you once trusted, is now the source of your biggest nightmare.
"W-why?"you ask with a trembling voice, as if hoping that there is a reason that can restore everything as it was.
Sylus only laughed coldly, his laughter full of mockery. The knife in his hand glistened sharply in the moonlight. He played it casually, like he was having fun in a situation that destroyed you.
"Why not?"he replied briefly, as if the reason didn't matter to him. As if for him, everything that happens is normal.
Without warning, he pulls you violently, making your body jerk violently to the mattress. Your head is spinning, and before you can process what is happening, he is already on top of you, its weight on you, locking all your movements. The pain radiates from your back, but the fear that grips is much stronger.
The knife is now right around your neck, its tip touching your skin, making you shiver profusely. You can feel the chill of the metal so close to the pulse, making you realize that your life is now on the edge of a knife.
"Please... please don't, Sylus," your voice was barely audible, suffocated by such a gripping fear. Tears flow from your eyes, your face is wet with pain and despair. You can do nothing but beg.
Sylus looks at you with a slanting smile, as if enjoying every second of your fear. "Awh, don't cry, sweetie" he said, his tone full of scorn. "I thought you were stronger than this?”
His words are poison that seeps into your heart, making the feeling of helplessness even deeper. You're trying to fight the fear that's suffocating you, trying to figure out how to survive. However, your body is too weak, too shaken by this incident.
Sylus pressed the knife a little harder, making you gasp in fear. He leaned closer, his voice now whispering only in your ear.
"Shh, its okay”
"H-how could you!! You even killed my best friend!"your screams, anger and fear wrestled in your voice. The tears that run down your cheeks are no longer just an expression of fear—they are now mixed with the hatred that boils within you.
Sylus just tilted his head slightly, looking at you with a look as if what you said was something unimportant. As if Heira's life meant nothing to him.
"Ah! That bitch!"he said in a relaxed voice, as if telling something trivial. "Yeah, I didn't like her. Always talking shitty about me, making fun of me behind my back. I couldn't handle it, so I slit her throat. She even told you to break up with me!"
His words felt like another knife piercing your soul, slicing away all the good memories you once had of Heira. Your best friend who was always there for you, where you shared your story, is now only a piece of the body carried in black plastic by him. You can't hold back the tears any longer, your sobs break, filling the room with indescribable pain.
However, Sylus seemed completely unconcerned. His smile remains etched on his face, getting scarier by the way he looks at you. Slowly, his knife-wielding hand now moved to gently stroke your hair, contrasting with the brutality he had just heartlessly admitted.
His cold fingers run through your hair in slow movements, giving you even more goosebumps. He then rubs your cheeks wet with tears, his thumb gently sweeps your skin trembling with fear. The touch is supposed to be soothing, but in this situation, it only makes your fear deepen.
"Shhh... It's okay," he whispered in an almost sweet tone, as if he were trying to calm you down. "I'll make it quick for you, sweetheart. Just like Heira."
You feel sick hearing his words. He was so casually talking about killing your best friend, and now you know, you're the next target.
Without warning, Sylus touched your trembling lips. His thumb, rough but full of control, pushes into your mouth. You feel disgusted, but too afraid to fight back, your body freezes under the weight of his body.
"Suck it."he whispered softly, but the threat was clear in his eyes. You know that fighting now might just make things worse.
You have no choice but to obey him. The thumb feels cold in your mouth, contrasting with the heat of your fear-filled body. You stuck out your thumb. You try to stay calm, trying not to provoke him. Your tears started to flow, unable to hide how scared you were.
Suddenly, without warning, Sylus pulls his thumb out and quickly inserts his other fingers, poking directly into your throat. You're startled, your body convulsing as those fingers get deeper and deeper into your airway. You try to scream, but only choking comes out of your mouth, as if the world is covered in a black mist that fills your mind.
"Ahh... look at you sweetie."he whispered softly, his voice full of satisfaction. His long fingers moved deeper and deeper, leaving you almost out of breath. Every second feels like torture, your lungs struggle to get thinner and thinner air.
Your tears flowed non-stop, wetting your cheeks. You coughed, but it didn't help. Panic struck, and it was as if every attempt to breathe air only made things worse. You feel like you are drowning, your body is getting weaker, and your eyes are burning.
Sylus looks at you with a satisfied grin, enjoying the power he has over you. You can see it in his gaze—he enjoys every second of your suffering.
"You look so pretty when you cry, fuck."Said Sylus.
He could feel his penis already very hard under his black robe. He was so enjoying the sight in front of him that he couldn't stop smiling, exposing all of his teeth.
He approaches, his lips pressed to your ear in a whisper.
"I'm going to make you mine, Y/n. Every inch of you will belong to me.”
Sylus ' hands move down your throat, his fingers around your neck with a tight grip. He exerts a pressure that almost cuts off all of your oxygen.
“You're going to be my perfect little toy.” he continued, his breath was hot on your skin. "I'll break you down and rebuild you in my image. You'll be so much better off with me.”
He puts his fingers in your mouth and his hands around your neck.
With his free hand, he traces his fingers down your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and hips. His touch is possessive, claiming every inch of your body as his own. He can feel your body tremble beneath him, a delightful blend of fear and anticipation.
As his lips roughly pressed against yours, you felt the kiss burn every nerve in your body. Something is wrong, very wrong, but your body seems to refuse to listen to logic. His kisses are deep, domineering, make you dizzy as if all the strength you have is sucked out by him. You should feel disgust, anger, and fear—he just killed your best friend, and now he's imposing himself on you.
However, your body rebelled in a different way. There are sensations that you do not want, but you can not avoid. His fingers move towards your breasts, playing around in a way that makes your skin shiver. The touch, though harsh, makes you feel strangely seduced. His hot lips, the way he mastered kissing, all felt so intense.
Your mind is mixed up. This is wrong, very wrong. You know that. But your body gives the opposite response, betraying your own mind. You try to fight that feeling, but the more he continues, the stronger the grip he has over your body. Every touch, every kiss, sinks you deeper into the mess he's creating.
"You like it don't you?"he whispered softly in your ear, in a tone full of confidence. "I can feel it."
His words added another layer of insult. You feel your body betraying everything you believe in, all the feelings it should have in the moment. You want to hit him, want to scream, but your body, in a completely battered state, as if gives up what is happening. Let it be worn by Sylus.
He pinches your nipples through the fabric of your shirt, sending a pounding of pleasure mixed with pain straight into your pussy. He hips rub against yours, making you feel his hard cock pressing firmly against your clitoris.
“S-sylus!” Your yelp.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name." Say him while pulling your shirt. "I'll make you scream my name until you're hoarse.”
He tore your plain white T-shirt easily with his hands, exposing the breasts to his hungry gaze. He bends over, puts one nipple in his mouth and sucks it hard, his teeth biting your little nipple making you moan.
Sylus ' hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and crevice as if he were mapping a new territory. He fingers slip under the belt of the pants, teasing the sensitive skin there before lowering your pants lower and throwing them to the floor.
His hands that spread your thighs reveal your muddy pussy.
"You're already so wet for me." He said
You wiggling under Sylus' body, your body trembling with a mixture of fear as his hands violently stretched your legs apart. A sharp slap on the inner thigh makes you scream in pain, makes your skin stings.
The cold metal of the knife runs through your sensitive skin, giving you goosebumps. You shudder in horror at the sensation, knowing full well the danger. Sylus ' voice sounded low and menacing in your ears.
"Mhm... I'm going to mark you as mine."he snores, his breath is hot on your neck.
Before you could react, the blade sliced through your thigh, releasing fresh blood that flowed profusely and dripped onto your skin. You scream full of blood, your body thrashing wildly in a desperate attempt to escape the burning pain.
"Sylus, it hurts!"You sobbed, tears streaming down your face as you writhed helplessly underneath. His hands grip your hips, pinning you in place as he continues his sadism.
Sylus ' grip on your hip tightened, his fingers poking into your flesh until they were bruised.
"Shut up. I'm going to write my name here.”
With an evil glint in his eyes, he pressed the tip of the knife harder against your skin, its sharp edge piercing your flesh. You can feel every minute movement, every subtle shift in pressure, and it makes the panic rush through your veins.
Slowly, deliberately, Sylus began to carve the letters on your thighs. Every stroke of the knife sends a burning pain in your leg, making you scream. Blood is pouring down around the wound, a deep red fluid that contrasts sharply with your skin.
As Sylus continues to engrave his name on your thigh, you feel a strange sense of release enveloping you. The pain is still there, but it seems to fade away, replaced by the pleasure and tingling of your sensitive area. He completed his terrible task, the letters" Sylus " are now permanently engraved on your skin.
He sits, admiring his work with pride. A sadistic grin spreads across his face as he traces the letters with his finger, smearing blood and making you wince.
"There," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now everyone will know who you belong to.”
You lay limp in your bed, sweat streaming down your forehead. The predatory gaze of Sylus descends lower, his eyes fixed on your wet pussy. A cruel and triumphant smile expands on his lips.
“Look how wet you are!” he exclaimed, his voice full of wicked joy.
“Getting off from the pain!”
You feel your face flushed with shame, the shame of being found in these circumstances is almost unbearable. You shake your head violently, trying to deny the truth of his accusations.
“N-no!” your reply, trembling with fear and shame.
But Sylus just chuckled, obviously not believing you. He runs her finger down your wet hole, rubbing it all over your skin, before bringing it to his lips. He licks the evidence of your passion from his finger, his eyes never leave yours.
"You're lying to yourself, aren't you?"his mockery
“You're enjoying this, admit it.”
You clenched your teeth, refusing to give in to his cunning game. But deep down, you know he's right. Pain, fear, humiliation - all mixed together into a delicious sensation that you can't control.
Sylus leaned closer, “I can feel your heart racing. Your body is betraying you, and there's nothing you can do about it.”
Sylus bends between your thighs, his face just inches from your most intimate area. You prepare yourself for his pain, but nothing can prepare you for the sensation of his tongue licking your bleeding thigh. You grimace, the stinging from the wound mixed with the warmth of her saliva.
"O-ow!"You gasp, your body stiffens from unexpected contact.
But Sylus didn't stop there. He keeps licking your thighs, cleaning the blood from your wounds with his tongue. The pain gradually fades away, replaced by strange, almost pleasant sensations. You can't imagine how something so wrong can feel so right.
Suddenly, her tongue moves lower, down the wet part of your pussy. You moan as he begins to lick and suck your most sensitive areas, his skillful mouth sending waves of pleasure all over your body. Despite your attempts to resist, you find yourself gripping his hair, holding it in place as he plays his tongue there. He licks all your juices like he's thirsty and stuck in a desert for a long time.
Your sighs filled the room, echoing on the walls and mingling with the muffled moans of Sylus between your thighs. An incredible combination of pain, fear and pleasure, leaves you in a fog of sensations. You arch your back, pushing yourself further into his mouth. His tongue keeps poking deeper and deeper into your hole.
“A-ah! Sylus.. mhmm! So good...” you moan.
Sylus ' hands scour your body, his fingers trace patterns on your skin. He pinches your nipples, rolls them between his fingers, adding sensation. Makes your body tremble even more.
"I knew you'd be like this, so eager for my touch. You gonna let me fuck you hm? Gonna let this ghostface put his cock inside you?”
You who seem to dumbfounded already just nodded.
"Fuck yes.. yes.. please sylus fuck me..i don't care just please"
It's ironic that you were begged not to now beg for him to fuck you rough.
“That's what I like to hear.” he grin in satisfied.
He sticks two fingers into your wet hole, bend his fingers inside that make you gasp and arch your back. His thumb finds your clitoris, rubbing it in circles that send waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
“A-aah! S-sylus..! Your fingers...so deep!” Your moan.
"Yeah? Well.. you gonna get it deeper..” his hand goes up to your stomach and presses it. “.. up here."He said.
Sylus ' fingers pierce your holes relentlessly, bringing you ever closer to climax. He can feel the walls of your vagina tighten around his fingers. You squeeze his hair while he plays her tongue on your labia.
"Come for me." he commands.
"I want to feel you come apart on my fingers and mouth.”
He increases his speed, fingers sticking deep inside as his tongue sucks mercilessly on your clit.
Your body convulses beneath him, the walls of your vagina tightening around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy falls upon you. Sylus does not stop, continuing to carry you through your orgasm, squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of your trembling body. A heavy liquid oozed out of his finger.
“O-oh! Im coming! I-im gonna cum, Sylus!"You scream
"That's it, sweetie," he whispered. "You're so beautiful when you come for me.”
After orgasm, Sylus pulls his fingers out of your pussy. He brought it close to his lips, tasting your essence with a satisfied grin. "Delicious" he muttered, his eyes fixed on yours. "Taste good as you look, always."
He bends over, catching your lips in a hot kiss. The taste of yourself on his tongue sends a fresh desire throughout your body, and your body cannot help but respond to his.
Sylus let go of the kiss, his eyes dark with lust and possessiveness.
“You're mine now, sweetie, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it.”
He stands from your crotch. Sylus ' hands grip your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he positions you on your hands an knees the bed. The ghost's face mask reattached, hiding his face from view but not with his intentions.
He gives a sharp slap to your ass the sting sends a jolt of pain and pleasure all over your body "Pretty little ass."he growled, his hand caressing the reddened skin.
Sylus lifted his black robe and unbuttoned his jeans and zipper. Pulling out his already red and hard cock and aligning it in your hole, the head of his penis teases the folds of your pussy top to bottom. He bends over you, his chest presses against your back as he whispers. "I'm going to fuck you so hard and deep, you'll feel me for days. You'll never want anyone else after this.”
You sighed at his words. You really don't care about anything anymore.
“Yes yes! Please want your cock inside of me, Sylus!”
With a powerful pounding, he envelops his dick inside you, stretching your hole wide around his huge dick. He doesn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a brutal pace as he hits you from behind.
"Shit, you're so tight" he moans, his hips stomping against your ass. He even pulls his head back to enjoy your narrow hole clamping his penis.
The tears that had come out of fear now shifted with the pleasure given by Sylus.
Sylus grabs a handful of your hair, pulls your head back and forces you to arch your back. The sharp pain in your scalp is mixed with the intense pleasure emanating from your pussy as he continues to pound his dick mercilessly. Tears run down your face, mixed with sweat and saliva coming out of the corners of your lips.
Don't know where Sylus got his phone from. The Flash comes on, blinding you for a while. It records you both, capturing your most vulnerable moments of the two of you.
Sylus's hip thrust becomes more erratic, his hips hitting you more and more roughly. He tilts his hips, hitting your G-spot with every move. Your moans get louder, more desperate, as he leads you to orgasm again.
"C'mon, look at the camera, sweetie. Look how good you are taking my cock. Let this murderer fuck you like this."
“O-oh sylus! Fuck fuck..!” You scream. You're squeezing your mattress hard. Your legs are up in the air as he fucks you rough.
The Sylus ' grip on your hair is getting tighter, forcing your head to go further back. Makes you unable to avoid the camera. You look so messy.
He keeps thrusting his cock into you, enjoy as he films you both, a grin spreading across his face.
The camera captures every moment, the way your chest lifts with every breath, the glint of sweat that coats your skin, the tears that run down your face, your saliva that flows, your mouth that gapes wide. The camera records the way your body wriggles under the Sylus, the way your fingers grip the sheets, the way your legs curl in response to the relentless thrust of Sylus.
Sylus kissed the side of your neck. His grin widened, his joy growing with every second. He enjoys your pain, your humiliation, and the knowledge that he left an indelible mark on your soul.
"That's it, take it like the little slut you are," she growled, her voice thick with lust and cruelty. "You love this, don't you? Being fucked by a killer, knowing that your life is in my hands.”
His other hand pressed against your stomach to feel the bulge of his penis inside. Sylus approached, his breath was hot in your ears.
“Can you feel it, sweetie? How deep I am inside you?”
“Nngh!! Yes yes! Sylus! Y-you're so deep. P-please dont stop! Im g-gonna cum!"your tears.
Sylus chuckled, a low, creepy voice that gave you goosebumps.
Sylus fingers rub your clit quickly, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure all over your body. He continues to fuck into you, his speed up, every beat hits your G-spot right. The combination of her fingers and his dick is too much to bear, and you feel yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm.
His teeth bite into your earlobe. “That's it, sweetie. Let go. Cum for me. Show me how much you love being fucked by a killer.”
His words push you, you feel your body convulsing closer and closer to climax. You have blurred vision. Liquid splatters flow from your thighs. Sylus continues to poke into you, his own release increasing with each beat. Sylus became more erratic, his breathing getting heavier. He buries His face in your neck, muffling his moans as he reaches orgasm.
All this he still captures with the camera he holds in his hand. His body stiffens, his hips hit your body faster and faster to climax. You can feel the warmth of his release inside you.
Sylus collapses on you, his weight pinning you to the bed. His chest is panting from fatigue, his breath is hot on your skin. He raises his head to look at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
"You're mine now. I've marked you, inside and out. You'll never forget this moment, and neither will I."He said.
He put his phone on your bedside table. Removing the large black cloak and ghostface mask that covered his face. Sylus instantly pulls you into his arms, tight and warm. You can feel his breath on top of your head.
"Shut up."you say it while hugging him back.
Sylus chuckled softly, his laughing voice echoing softly in your ears before he gently kissed the top of your head.
"C'mon. Gimme a kiss, baby.” he asked in a seductive tone.
You sigh slowly, but still obey. Your lips meet his lips, a brief kiss that he welcomes with a small smile full of satisfaction.
"We need to do it again."she said after removing the kiss, the smile on her face widened.
You just mumbled in response. "Mmhmm, yeah."
Sylus looked at you for a moment, his eyes softened with a hint of concern. "Is your thigh, ok?” he asks carefully.
You nod, although you still feel a slight pain in your thigh. "Mmm, it's still a little stings, but it's okay."
"Tell me if it's too much okay?"
"Okay."your answer is short.
The two of you lay in bed, hugging each other in a strangely soothing silence. You can feel his calm heartbeat, while your mind begins to hover. But then, another thought comes suddenly, shaking you out of that silence.
"Wait," you said suddenly in a surprised tone. "We haven't bury heira's body."
Sylus just groaned, his head falling to your neck as if he was already too tired to care.
"We do it later."he murmur in lazy.
"Let's just get some sleep."
Triiing... Triiing..Triiing... Triiing..