This will be a warning to everyone who decides to keep reading this story. This Fanfiction will become sexually graphic in nature. Those who aren't mature enough to handle it, just leave right now. I don't deal with people who can't take a story meant for adults. I don't care how old the people who read this are, I just care that they are mentally old enough to deal with the things that happen in this story. Thank you, and those who decide to stay on this story, I don't appreciate flames, but I do accept constructive criticism. Here is the second chapter of Possession.
She was running. Running faster and faster. What made her think that a week of camping in her favourite part of the forest would be a marginally good idea?
He was chasing her. She may be a fast runner, but not as fast as him. He was catching up to her. She needed to run quicker. More speed was needed. Speed that she didn't have.
"You'll never get away from me." Celeste wanted to cry. She already knew this, but what was the use in not trying? She sneaked a glance behind her; that was a stupid idea. She tripped over her own feet, stumbling and rolling down a medium-sized hill, tumbling down a hill wasn't the most graceful thing to pull off, and she looked like an animal while she rolled down, trying to brace herself for the impact that was sure to come. It never did. Someone or something caught her before she hit the ground.
It was him; the Slenderman. She screamed and kicked, never getting free from his grasp, though. Two of his tentacle- like arms wrapped around her waist, while another covered her mouth, keeping her from screaming. He walked for miles with a tired Celeste in his grasp until they came upon a large wooden cabin that looked roughly 7500 square feet, and was extremely tall. The windows were tinted so much that she could hardly see into the house, which made her feel isolated and frightened, even more than she already was.
"Please let me go! I never did anything wrong to you! Why are you doing this?" Her pleas and questions fell on deaf ears, for the- the thing carrying her wasn't listening to her, and if he was, he had no intention on ever letting her go. Slenderman opened the door to the house and tossed her on a couch, knowing that she wasn't stupid enough to run away.
"The kitchen is to your left. Breakfast is at 8 o'clock every morning, and I expect you to be there. Lunch is at 12:30 every day, and like breakfast, I expect you to be there. Dinner is at 7 o'clock every night and I-"
"I know, I know. You expect me to be there." Celeste interrupted him, rolling her eyes at his irritating display of authority. She was a very independent woman, and she didn't need a man telling her what to do.
Slenderman was furious. How dare the girl interrupt him so rudely? And show such blatant disrespect! The girl would need to be taught a lesson, and soon. Within a blink of an eye, he had her in his arms, cornered against the couch, her arms above her head.
"While I keep you here, you will NOT disrespect me. I am the only thing keeping you alive right now, so it's best if you realize this now." He knew he was hurting Celeste, and that broke his heart- if he even had one-, but the child needed to know that she wasn't in charge!
"Please- please don't hurt me." Her voice cracked, as tears flowed down her face. She was afraid. Afraid, because she knew that he could kill her in any way possible at any time he wanted to. She didn't want to die painfully, but if she did die, she'd be able to be with her parents. Wouldn't that be good?
"Hush, little one. I shall not hurt you as long as you do what I ask of you, which I assure you, is not much." One of his tentacles came up to caress her cheek, while she stood there, shivering from head to toe.
"Would you ever let me go?" She asks him hopefully. Slenderman didn't want her to hate him even more, but he needed her. He would never let her go. Ever.
"No." The word comes out more rough than he expected, making her cry even more. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, reaching down with his hand and running his fingers through her hair comfortingly until her cries subsided.
"Why?" Celeste asks, her face still wet with tears.
"Because, I want you. I take what I want, and what I want is you." She cries even harder.
He sighs.
The girl is going to end up making herself sick! Quickly, he wrapped her up in his arms, making his extra tentacle-like appendages retreat into his back, and carried her up to her room. Well, their room. He didn't need to sleep much, but it was a nice feeling to do so. Even more so now that he'd have the object of his 2-year obsession sleeping next to him.
He looked at the small digital clock sitting beside the large bed. It was 11:14 at night. He should probably get to sleep; he hasn't slept in roughly 6 or 7 days, and he was beginning to feel a bit tired.
Slowly, as to not wake up the sleeping girl, he lifted the covers and slipped in beside her, settling in nicely. Tonight would be a lovely night of rest.
Celeste stirred in her sleep. She was cuddling up to a large, warm object. It was nice; a change from her usual ways of sleeping.
Cold and lonely.
However, they were both in a quite precarious situation. Her left leg was wrapped around his waist, with her arm slung over his chest.
Wait.
His?
Shit!
With a jolt, she deftly untangled herself, waking up fully, as well as awakening a sleeping Slenderman. Instead of getting angry, he just murmured under his breath to go back to sleep, and took her in his arms, cuddling her close to his chest.
She was too afraid to move, so she didn't. The position itself was actually quite comfortable, but it was just the person in position with her that was so unsettling. Slowly, very slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
"Slendy!" Celeste dug her nails into Slenderman's bare back while he thrust into her again and again, grunting while he did so.
"Fuck me!" She screamed, listening to the sounds of the master bed creaking in the rhythm of his plunges.
Celeste shrieked when she felt her lover bite into her neck. She knew just how sharp his teeth were, but that he could choose how long and pointed they were. He's never hurt her while doing that; only given her a mark that lasted for a few days. Or weeks. Slenderman rode her until she came violently, before releasing into her.
They were both panting, until they got themselves under control. They both drifted off to sleep, with his hand coming to rest on the slight bump on her stomach.
Slenderman woke up to the delightful sounds of the woman beside him moaning and whimpering.
He smirked when she muttered out barely intelligible words. He could only pick out his name and 'fuck me', but there was so much more she said, and he thrived off of it. Thrived off of knowing that she had an erotic dream about him, as well as the fact that she was dirty enough to say fuck.
Eventually, Celeste quieted down, much to his disappointment, and slowly began waking up. When she looked at him, her cheeks and throat flushed, making her look all the more tempting. Combined with the small fact that he could smell her arousal from where he was, it took most of his strength to not tear off her shorts and t-shirt and take her right there.
"Um, why are you looking at me so funnily?" She asked him, still trying to recover from her dream last night, and ignore the burning sensation in her lower stomach.
"Did you have nice dreams last night?" He smiled maliciously. She gulped, trying to look like she hadn't a clue what he was talking about, but it didn't fool him for a bit.
"I-I don't know what you're tal-talking about," she stuttered, looking anywhere but his smirking expression.
"Are you sure about that? I mean, you were crying out and moaning in your sleep, so I was just wondering if your dreams were… nice." His tongue traced his bottom lip before he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, pinning her down so that she couldn't escape from him. He's never done something like that, and he liked it a lot.
He favoured being dominant, and refused to let her get in charge. He loved the way she just gave in to him when he took control. But what he loved the most, were the little sounds he could elicit from her lovely, little mouth. His plan was going swimmingly.
Her senses were going into overdrive when he pinned her down and kissed her. She tried to struggle, but it just felt so good. She wanted him. She wanted more than just him, she wanted all of him. She wanted to merge with him, she wanted to feel what he feels, she wanted to be as close as possible…
Dammit, Celeste! Are you that stupid?! This is a murderer that you're talking about! Get some sense, child!
She shook her head. No, she shouldn't want him the way she did, but she just couldn't help it! She wanted him the way a blind person wants to see, the way a starving man wanted food, she needed him. He fulfilled that empty feeling she'd always had her entire life.
"You seem to be thinking hard, dear. What about?" His tone was still slightly condescending, but Celeste was too tired to care.
"I'm not thinking about anything, Slendy." Her eyes widened as she called him the abbreviated name that she's always liked.
"What did you just call me?" His voice was dangerously soft. She didn't answer; she was too afraid of what would happen. "What did you just call me?!" He nearly yelled.
"Slendy," she cowered against the headboard of the bed. Slenderman sat back smiling.
"Hmm. Slendy. I like that name. Thank you for being honest with me, although I do expect you to answer me the first time." He told her. Celeste fumed. So many damned expectations! She snapped.
"You can't just expect me to fucking do whatever the hell you say when you say it! I'm an independent person, and someone equal to you, so I should at least be treated as such!" She told him, glaring, although feeling quite a bit scared at the expression he had; anger, hunger. She backed away from him, while he crawled towards her.
"I told you that you are not in charge, dear. I am, because I have your life in my hands. I could kill you right now for your display of rudeness. However, I'm just not finished with you right now." Slenderman grinned while Celeste stared at him apprehensively, still cowering against the headboard. He looked at the clock and removed himself from the bed.
"Breakfast is in fifteen minutes. You will be down there, or else I'll come up here and drag you down myself." He told her with a slight warning in his voice. She swallowed her tears and nodded, refusing to look at him. What did she do to deserve this?
She never was a breakfast person, but Slenderman had none of it. He sat her down at the table and made her eat two strawberry muffins and a plate of scrambled eggs. She felt like she would explode.
"Did you like your breakfast?" He asked her. Celeste inwardly rolled her eyes. Really? She had to force everything down because she wasn't hungry in the least! But, the food was good, even if she didn't enjoy eating it.
"Yes. Thank you for making it." She said politely. He grinned and began clearing the table. She got up to help him, but he just waved her off and told her to go upstairs and get a shower.
"But I don't have any clothes!" She pointed out to him. Slenderman smirked and said,
"Perfect." She glared at him and folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm not just going to walk around the house with no clothes on!"
"You will do as you're told, with no arguments!" He told her harshly, making her growl angrily, and storm up the stairs. He grinned. This was getting better and better.
Celeste went into the bathroom and stripped her clothes, turning on the shower after briefly wondering where the water came from.
She got into the shower and cleansed herself, all the while cursing Slender and his male chauvinist ways. Taking as long as she could without getting bored, she stood under the hot water until someone-Slenderman- must've gotten irritated at her for taking so long, and made the water turn 40 degrees cold. She shrieked and turned off the water quickly, practically sprinting out of the shower and drying herself, trying to preserve as much heat as she could.
While doing so, she never noticed the door opening behind her, or the tall man slinking in and watching her with lust hidden in his eyes. She did hear, though, when he chuckled and leaned against the door. With a squeal, she flew around, wrapping a towel around her as she did so.
"It's not like I haven't seen you before, love." He told her, smirking infuriatingly while she glared and tried to dry herself off with a new towel with the old one wrapped around her body. He obviously didn't want her dressed in anything, as he stretched one of his tentacles out and tore the two towels away from her, leaving her stark naked, while she blushed furiously.
"Please, just let me get dressed in something!" She begged him. He contemplated it for a second, actually thinking of letting her wear something, and with a gush of air, he was in another room, selecting a piece of favoured lingerie, and going back to Celeste.
He handed her the garment, enjoying they way the blood rushed to her face, colouring the delicate skin.
"You can't expect me to wear this!" She cried out.
"If you actually want to wear clothing, then you can wear this, or nothing." He replied coolly.
With a sigh, she took the garment and began dressing herself. It wasn't extremely scandalous, with its one-arm sleeve and mid-thigh length, but it was partially see-through, and she hated it. She hated feeling like a whore in front of this man- this thing. Brushing past him with her head held low, she practically ran into the bedroom that they both shared, plopping herself down on the bed and trying to ignore his lustful glances.
Slender sat on the bed beside the beauty to his left, smirking when she slowly edged away from him when he got closer to her, until she ended up tumbling over the side of the bed. She gasped when she hit the ground, and made her way back up, scowling at him while she did so.
"That wasn't funny." She told him. He raised his left eyebrow and said,
"It was, actually. Very funny."
"No, it wasn't!"
"Yes. It was."
"Fuck you!" She screamed, smacking him clear across the face. His eyes darkened.
"Such a big mistake, little one."
