Of course it's strange.
I had answered my own question, but why was I thinking like this. Then I heard the voice in my head a whisper. "You love him." But how could a murderous monster like him be loved and how could I even be close to feeling anything for this thing. It's lust then.
Slender began to remove his hand from my chin and moved it to my hair running his thin long pale fingers through it in a soothing manner.
"I want to see fear in your eyes." A strange voice I had never heard said, the voice was deep but hushed It could barely be heard but I knew the voice was from slender man and then I was out like a lamp I don't remember anything just falling to the ground and feeling gentle firm hands picking me up, caressing me close.
I remember the feeling of being put on a bed then warmth coming over me I was on a bed.
I awoke to the sound of rustling slender man was standing at the foot of the bed it wasn't my bed or my house but his I don't even think it could be called a house more or less an abandoned barn. It was chipping and breaking down everywhere the bed was the only normal looking thing in the barn it was an actual bed.
I sat up in the bed and stared at him while his face was in my direction so I knew he was looking at me he didn't have a face but he did he had the shadows of where all the features should be, creating the illusion of a plain mask.
He kept staring then I saw his face move a couple inches below to where my chest is located. I got on my knees and began to crawl to the end of the bed even as I reached him I saw how much bigger than me he was they said he was thin and lanky and it was true but he also seemed muscular in a way. Probably after so many years of chasing after people too kill them.
As I got to the end I sat down.
And I stared at him not knowing if I should contain myself or go for it but what did I want to do with him right now.
To my story followers do you want this to be a lemon or should I keep it sweet and cute? So in question erotic or romantic?