AN: All I can is do is say "Do you think I should continue this?" Enjoy XD
The clock tower outside chimes twelve, I rise from my head, limbs creaking like old tree branches. The hallways echo with my footsteps and the moon lights the way to your room. A row of wooden doors greet me on my arrival, the marble floor steals warmth from my feet as I go to the last door on the row.
I chuckle at you wish to be alone, one of these days a child like yourself is going to find you in your hole. That's how I found you a restless night years ago. The brass doorknob easily turns and the door glides open to reveal darkness. I glide forward, a finger poised to flip the light switch, to see your dark glass eyes filled with terror as I leap out and-
No. That would take the fun away from the game. I continue forward, gracefully passing your dresser and wire traps you set up so religiously night after night. Sometimes my fingers itch to just tear them apart and to listen to your breath, ragged with fear in the sweet darkness.
Not tonight though, I wouldn't I have enough time to enjoy it. A low rumble of thunder sounded, my hair stood on end as I eased myself on to the windowsill. The windowpane shook as the sky rumbled and a torrent of water came down from the dark heavens above. The moon broke away from the clouds, momentarily casting a glow of pure white light on your face. You looked like an innocent child, raven locks meandered across your pillow. My chest flutters inside as I gaze at you.
I wonder if it could be something close to love…but that thought only make me chuckle.
My heart's six feet deep, rotting in an ornate coffin of bone and flesh.
I wonder what you think of me when you're alone and your memories begin to haunt you. Am I an angel that brought light into your life or a damned secret of Hell you despise with every fiber of your being? It's hard to tell whenever I look at you; your eyes are so dark. The moonlight stretches my shadow as I lean forward and climb onto your bed.
Your frail body always takes my breath away. I glide my fingers on your soft white skin, marveling in wonder by its warmth. I slipped my hand down to your neck and gave it a squeeze. Your blood beneath your skin quickened its pace in your veins as I began to close your windpipe. Your eyelids flickered as you stirred; I crooned into your ears the lullaby you whisper before you fall asleep.
I slide into bed with you, only inches from your face as I continue my journey. I ran my hand down your smooth chest, tapping a tune on your xylophonic ribs. A giggle slips past my lips as I go into your pants, grabbing your manhood in a tight grip. You awake violently, I hold you bone-crushingly close as I begin to pump you.
"B-Beyond," you whisper, the first time in my life I have heard you stutter, "…stop this right now."
You fail to hold in your whimpers, I kiss your neck as I watch you squirm; chuckling as you begin to buck in rhythm to my strokes.
"Beyond," you whisper lovingly, your voice as light as air makes my blood run hot. You hold me close as you come to the edge, wildly crying aloud.
I let go of you, the hurt and astounded look in your eyes is priceless.
"Beyond…don't stop."