TRIGGER WARNING: This story features dubious consent/non-con rape of a character as well as death threats toward another character. Turn back now if those topics make you uncomfortable.

"Have you seen Tatum anywhere?" Sidney asked Randy as she wandered around Stu's party. She hadn't seen her best friend in a while.

"Oh, Stu sent her to the garage to get some more beer. Worst thing to do when you're in a horror movie," Randy nonchalantly answered, popping a handful of popcorn kernels into his mouth as his eyes remained glued on one of the Jamie Lynn Curtis films that was currently playing on the television.

"This isn't a horror movie, Randy," Sidney told him.

"Tell that to Casey and Steve."

Sid rolled her eyes at him, but inwardly she shuddered. She made her way to the garage, the sounds of the party falling away with every step she took. The noise only died down completely when she came to a stop before the door leading out to the garage.

Reaching out, she tried to turn the knob when she realized it was locked. Furrowing her brows, she wondered why it would be locked, but before any other thought could come to her head, a desperate cry came from within: "No! Help!"

"Tatum!" Sidney cried out in worry, unlocking the door and throwing it open, feeling the slight resistance as the door met something solid; judging by the low grunt, she guessed it was a person.

Freezing in her place as she watched the figure stumble down the garage step, catching themselves just before they could fall to the floor. That black hooded cloak…

Turning slowly, the white mask came into view. It was him.

Ghostface.

That mask was so expressionless that she couldn't tell what he was thinking, but she felt something charged go through the air. She felt fear, looking at him, because he killed Casey and Steve and God knows how many others. At the same time, she felt her stomach clench with some sort of twisted desire, remembering the last time they shared a room.

"Cum for Daddy."

She shivered and watched his head tilt. She had no doubt that he was smug beneath that mask.

"Sidney!"

Sidney's attention instantly moved to Tatum, a loud gasp leaving her lips. Her best friend was stuck in the cat flap, halfway up to the ceiling, her head dangerously close to the flat surface and the light fixture. "Tatum!" She cried out, beginning to rush over to assist her when she was grabbed from behind.

"Let go!" She yelled, whipping around, trying to hit Ghostface with her free hand when he grabbed that one, too.

Ghostface stared at her. "Don't fight me, Sidney," that smooth, purring voice commanded.

"Why the hell not?!"

Ghostface looked meaningfully back at the button that would finish opening the garage door before settling his gaze back onto her.

It didn't take very long for the meaning to click. When it did, her eyes widened in fear. "What do you want?" She asked.

"I want you to take off your clothes."

Sidney's mouth dropped open while Tatum's voice rang out, "What the fuck?!" The blonde couldn't look at them because of her current position, but she could still hear.

Ghostface stepped closer, releasing one gloved hand from hers to gently run down her cheek, his fingertips barely touching the corner of her lips.

"I can't get enough of you, Sidney," he said, his fingertip running across her bottom lip.

"What?" She whispered.

His hands suddenly gripped her hips and tugged her against him. She gasped when she felt the outline of his hard cock through his costume. "This is what you do to me. This is what happens whenever I'm around you, especially after our night," his voice was husky and seductive, and despite how much she hated herself for admitting it, the tone was making her wet.

Before she could say anything, he was continuing on: "I've thought about your delicious body for weeks after. How sweet you were, how tight you felt wrapped around me…" One of his hands traveled from her hip to her ass, squeezing it gently.

Sidney jumped from surprise, staring at him. Her tongue refused to work; it was as if Ghostface's presence and the filthy words spilling from his mouth were physically stealing her voice from her.

"I know Tatum is like a sister to you," Ghostface spoke. "So…take off your clothes and let me cum in your pussy again or I'll turn up this garage door until her body is a mangled mess."

"Don't do it, Sid!" Tatum called out, voice panicked at the thought of being a witness to her best friend's rape and being unable to do anything to save her. "I'm not worth it!"

Sidney gulped and gently pulled away from Ghostface's grasp. Apparently the look on her face was one he approved of because he let her step away.

Her hands were shaking as she removed her denim jacket. Her shirt was the next to go, then her jeans, her bra, her underwear…all of her clothing fell to the ground until she was standing naked before him.

Ghostface looked her over and despite the fact that that mask gave nothing away, she could tell somehow that he liked what he saw.

"I took you from behind last time," he said as he walked close to her until they were standing only inches away. "I never got to appreciate your front, but it's just as gorgeous as the back." He placed both hands on her breasts, gently massaging them.

Sidney tried to control her moan of pleasure, she really did, but it slipped out of her mouth. Her breasts have been sensitive lately, almost to the point of pain, her nipples sore even through the support of her bra.

Ghostface stepped closer to her, his hands trailing from her breasts down her body. They stopped for a moment on her stomach, caressing the skin there, before moving them back up to her shoulders and gently moving her body so she was resting on her back on the ground.

"You're so beautiful when you're under me," he told her, one of his hands stroking her cheek while the other trails down between her legs.

Sidney stared up at him, mouth opening slightly as his fingers lightly stroked her thigh. A loud cry escaped her when those fingers thrust deep into her pussy.

"Sidney!" Tatum echoed, distressed, from the cat flap.

Ghostface paid no mind to the blonde as he pumped his fingers in and out of the girl beneath him. Her pussy quickly responded to the stimulation, his glove beginning to shine below the garage light from her slick.

"You can deny it all you want, Sidney, but you want me. You're getting so wet for me," he said.

Sidney moaned when he began rubbing her clit, the wetness spilling from her making for better friction. She could feel that familiar coil building in her lower belly.

"That's it, baby. I want to feel you cum on my fingers," he encouraged lowly, thrusting his fingers roughly while his thumb continued its soft massage on her clit.

She couldn't control it. Her inner walls clamped hard down around his fingers as she came, wave after wave of ecstasy filling her body as her juices completely covered his hand.

"Good girl," Ghostface cooed, fingers still moving as she rode out her orgasm.

"Please…" Sidney panted.

"Please what?" Ghostface asked.

"Please…fuck me…" Sidney blushed shamefully.

"Mmm, not good enough, sweetheart."

"What?"

"You know what I want to hear," he said, pulling his fingers free, smirking behind his mask as she whined at the loss.

Sidney's blush deepened. Her mouth seemed to move of its own accord, "Please…fuck me, Daddy," she whispered.

"Louder, Princess."

"Fuck me, Daddy."

"Louder!"

"FUCK ME, DADDY!"

Satisfied, Ghostface adjusted his cloak and pulled his cock free from its confines. He spread her legs wide and, with one quick thrust of his hips, was buried to the hilt inside her.

Sidney moaned loudly, her legs instinctively coming up to lock around his waist. She held tightly to his shoulders as he began a hard rhythm.

"You're so perfect. Nice and tight and wet for me," Ghostface groaned, plunging in and out of her repeatedly, the cries of pleasure and noises of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the garage as his pace increased with each thrust into Sidney's welcoming pussy.

Sid couldn't deny how good it felt to have him inside of her again. She blocked it out at first…that night he ravaged her like some kind of animal in her bedroom, but being underneath him again like this…it was as if something had fallen back into place.

Her brain told her that this wasn't good, that she shouldn't be enjoying being fucked by a serial killer for the second time, but her body couldn't care less. Her pussy tightened around him with every thrust of his hips, pulling him in deeper. Her nails dug into the material of his costume, hips bucking when he once again found her spot.

Cries of pleasure continued to pour from her mouth, growing in pitch and volume with each one of his movements.

"Who do you belong to?" Ghostface asked, one hand reaching out to grab her neck. He squeezed it gently, restricting but not cutting off her airflow.

Sidney moaned. "You," she panted.

"Who?" Ghostface's grip tightened just a little.

"YOU, DADDY!" Sid screamed, thrashing beneath his body as she felt her orgasm approaching.

"That's right, baby, you're mine. Don't you ever fucking forget it," Ghostface released his grip from her neck only to take her legs into his hands and throwing them over his shoulders, lifting her hips so her ass was off the ground. The angle made his cock pound even deeper within her pussy, her walls tightening around him and the head assaulting her g spot.

Sidney clawed at the ground, trying to find something to hold on to while the intensity increased to maddening heights. Her breasts bounced with each thrust this man gave her, and although the motion caused her some pain due to their recent sensitivity, the pleasure overrode the discomfort.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she whined, the coil in her stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to break.

"You'll cum when I tell you," Ghostface growled, his hands firmly holding her thighs in place. She was going to have bruises later.

She groaned when his pace grew faster. She could feel him breaching her cervix, crossing the threshold into her womb. "Daddy," she panted. "Please."

"Hold it, baby," he panted, his thrusts becoming more focused as he bottomed out into her womb. His voice was strained, signaling that he was close to his own end.

The coil was even tighter than before. "Daddy, please!" Sidney begged, clenching her eyes shut, her breathing heavy.

"Not yet."

The sounds of sex reverberated throughout the garage, the scent of their coupling filling the air.

"Daddy, please, I can't hold it anymore!" Sidney cried out, her stomach beginning to cramp from being denied her orgasm.

Grunts spilled out of his mouth. He could feel it, that pressure, the cum building up as his balls drew up and tightened against his skin, ready to spill inside her.

"Cum, Princess."

With that, all of her control fell away, a loud scream ripping its way out of Sid's throat. Her hips bucked as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. She felt different; her whole body shook in unbridled ecstasy, her mind going blank for several blissful minutes. Cum gushed out of her, soaking the ground and his cock, her walls squeezing him so tightly he was locked into place. Distantly, she knew what had occurred, another bit of information passed to her by Tatum. She squirted.

The answering roar that came from Ghostface's chest was nothing short of animalistic as his hips stilled, buried deep within her womb. That familiar feeling of his hot cum filled her again, sending her into a mini orgasm. He held her legs over his shoulders, riding out their pleasure.

Sidney let out a soft gasp when he slowly pulled out of her, lowering her legs back onto the ground. She felt so full, a flash of disappointment in her blood when a small trickle of cum spilled out of her body. She hated herself for admitting it, but having this stranger use her body again and fill her up was the best feeling she had since the first time in her bedroom.

When Sid came back to herself after riding out the remainder of her high, she was surprised to see that, though Ghostface had tucked himself back into his costume, he was still kneeling before her spread legs, staring at her.

Noticing that he had her attention again, he leaned down, running his hands gently over her belly up to her breasts. Leaning down, he whispered: "I love you, Sidney."

She stared up at him and slowly reached her hand up to his mask. He tensed a bit when she touched it, but he didn't pull away. As though something were controlling her, she stroked the material of the mask, imagining smooth skin in its place. She didn't know why, but she felt connected to this man.

Slowly lowering her hand, she kept her gaze locked on him.

Reluctantly, Ghostface pulled away from the beauty below him. Giving her a look that Sidney could imagine was soft behind that static mask, he left.

Sidney took in a deep, shuddering breath, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to cry. Slowly rising from the garage floor, she dressed herself and headed towards the cat flap.

"Are you okay, Sid?" Tatum asked her softly, meeting her eyes as her best friend came around to face her.

Sidney nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah," she answered, unable to go anything above a whisper.

"You shouldn't have done that for me, Sid," Tatum told her as Sidney began carefully pulling her out of the flap.

"You're my sister, Tay. I don't think I could have lived with myself if I refused him and you died because of it."

'You also did it because you liked it,' a traitorous voice whispered in the back of her mind. 'You can deny it all you want, but you didn't mind being a slut for him again.'

Sidney flinched at that voice. It was true. She despised herself for it, but it was true. She did like what Ghostface did to her just a little bit ago, just like a part of her liked being taken by him those weeks prior in her bedroom.

She couldn't look Tatum in the eyes when the blonde slipped out of the cat flap and regained her balance.

"We don't have to talk about it, Sid, but if you do…I won't judge you."

Sidney looked up to see Tatum watching her, an understanding expression etched into her face.

Sidney nodded wordlessly and they linked arms as they closed the garage door and exited through the now unlocked entrance to the house.

When they returned to the living room, they saw Billy standing around, talking to Stu. Guilt laced Sidney's heart. She loved Billy. Despite some of the issues they've been having since her mother's murder, she still loved him so much and there he was, completely unaware that his girlfriend cheated on him not once, but twice.

Billy caught sight of her and Tatum and he gave her that smile she loved so much. She wanted to cry seeing it.

"Hey," Billy greeted as they approached.

"Hey," Sidney quietly replied as she wrapped her arms around him, leaning her cheek against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat and feel his warmth. It calmed her, grounded her to the present instead of dwelling on past events.

"You okay?" Billy softly asked.

"Yeah, I'm just…really happy to see you," she answered.

Billy smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I'm happy to see you, too."

One of his hands slipped down to her stomach, knowing that she was too focused on their embrace for her to really acknowledge his actions. He gently pressed against it, feeling the slight hardness against his palm and he hid his satisfied smile in her hair.

'She's mine,' he thought, his love for the girl in his arms growing stronger with every passing second. 'She'll always be mine.'