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It's darkness. Again.

Something she would have welcomed with open arms, had her recent situation not been so… peculiar.

She was in a state of sleep. Calm, hypnagogic sleep. Except that she was also awake. Aware. Confused.

And desperate.

Desperate to understand what was going on. Desperate to open up her eyes if they weren't open already, as she felt they were but couldn't see anything. Not to mention, she felt as if she'd been laying here forever.

Something definitely did feel… different, though. Although she couldn't place her finger on what exactly it was, something made her feel as if she had just been dragged through a dried up creek bed at warp speed.

That was the only thing she could feel, for a while, until something else broke through the dull, bored state of achy pain… the feeling of a hand suddenly laid quite gently atop her lower leg. The gentle touch had her quickly placed within a reverie as a sick child with her father near the end of the bed, a worried hand rested in the same position as this one. And as soon as it was there, it was gone.

Her eyes "opened" again, and she attempted to speak, although she wasn't sure if she was actually in a room of darkness, or just dreaming, or what. "Who's there?" Her voice shook, frightened.

No response. Except the hand trailed lightly, slowly upward. Its fingers no longer cradled the curve of her calf, but now slid upward, dragging carefully along her kneecap, dawdling for a moment there, and continuing its journey once again, before the warm hand cradled the flesh of her inner thigh.

She began to tremble. That new fear of the unknown crept back into her tormented brain. "Wake up," she moaned through gritted teeth. "Wake up, wake up!"

But her body did not obey her.

She knew now that this could not be just a dream. These feelings were all too real. Whatever owned the hand that continued to touch her responded to her cries by staring, unmoving for a moment, before reaching out another hand and stretching out its fingers to touch her face. She jumped visibly and was angered at the fact that she was able to move even that much, but not more.

She felt those fingers trace her neck, thoughtfully. They traced her skin there for a few moments, lingering, studying. She tried to recall why this might be a place of interest… what happened again?

The sudden visions and memories hit her full force, like a meteor striking the earth. A scream exploded from her vocal cords as her mind was assaulted once again by the horrific traumas of that which happened however long ago. She saw Claudette's fearful, bloodied face. She saw it change, twisted into one of excruciating pain. She saw her own hands, covered in scarlet, a knife within them. Large hands covering her own. And being wrapped in an embrace that she wasn't sure she welcomed. And before long, those large hands wrapped tightly around her neck. Effortlessly throttling out any spark of life that she'd had left.

Overcome with emotion and feelings, her scream fell short and was quickly replaced with traumatized sobs. Sobs that were reminiscent of those she'd created on the day her father died. How could she remember that? Why did she remember that?

Why does her life have to be so horrible?

She knew her hands were balled into fists. Every emotion and feeling that she had boiled inside of her, creating more and more tension as it searched for ways to get out. She was mostly paralyzed still, and these things escaped her in the form of a steady flow of tears, cascading down her face and into her hair.

Noticing this, the creature stepped closer to her, as she laid horizontally in front of it. She cried aloud as the hand came down sternly at the side of her face, all gentleness gone. The heel of that hand rested against her jawline, the fingers trailing up behind her ear and into her hair. It seemed as if some… voice? Were attempting to permeate the walls of her mind. She could almost hear it, almost make out what it was saying… but the only thing she could derive from it was the tone. A tone that firmly told her to stop fighting.

Her initial response to this realization was anger. Rebelliousness. "Fuck you," she thought, charged still with these overwhelming emotions. Until, suddenly…

Calmness. An easy, mellow, soothing calmness was sent through her body with a jolt. Shocked for a moment, her eyes shot wide open, and for a moment she saw that mask. That ugly, scary, vicious mask. But still, she was just… calm. She looked at him for a moment, past the arm that stretched down to gently but sternly cup her face, before her eyes fluttered lightly closed and her body began to release all its tension, resting comfortably in that dangerous embrace. It took a moment for her to realize that this was not natural. This was not her body receding back into a normal state of being. This was her mind being manipulated, played with, twisted and tricked into feeling something she was not truly feeling. And as soon as the realization hit her, Michael's hand drew back and she was once again tumped into an ocean of disoriented feelings.

See?

Her mouth opened again and she let out a confused yelp.

It's easier when you do as you're told.

But she was not that type of person. Not that type of girl. Not some malleable object to be experimented with. She hated this.

But she had no control.

Then it took her a moment to realize exactly the position she was in.

She remembered again, that first close encounter with Myers. All the times she'd seen him before that dreadful day on Lampkin Lane, and she'd had no idea the way her fate was twisted up within his. She remembered trodding up into that abandoned house, and stumbling across him there… sleeping? She still wasn't even sure. And there he was, this cold, cruel murderer, vulnerable and almost innocent in a state of what she thought to be unconsciousness. She remembered the way her eyes studied his masculine figure, the way her fingers delicately yanked that old zipper down, and the way she thirstily drank up the sight of his torso after having revealed it from that old, junky jumpsuit… how his body was like a gemstone being chipped away from the dirt.

She recalled all of this now, the same man standing before her, hovering above her. She prickled as the realization began to hit her…

The realization that she, now, was in the exact same position that he was in that day…

Except not by choice. And without the ability to move by her own free will.

She was being absolutely crushed by all of these factors. Her mental strength was beginning to crumble. And he could sense it.

A laugh. Was that a laugh? A deep and evil sound from deep within her mind, so deep it couldn't have come from her. A joyous expansion of spirit that she could feel, that her mind and body were becoming enveloped in as its pieces were slowly being broken off, one by one. Piece by piece, that intrusion of personal space was getting closer and closer to overtaking her mind, body, and even her soul. Who knew that evil's presence was so permeating as this. As many times as she'd touched the killers, she had never felt this overwhelmed by their presence. As many times as they'd carried her, laughed in her face, chewed her neck, and even taken selfies with her… never before had one given her feelings like this.

She was so engulfed and entranced by the cold turned warm that bubbled up within her. Strange, strange feelings that her human mind simply could not comprehend. It was almost orgasmic. And as they were physically next to each other, Myers no longer even touching her, she could feel that presence, something worming its way deep inside herself. Once it finally broke through, some sort of a spiritual breath overcame her. She sucked it in, and held it. Her body and chest full as could be with tension that she wouldn't let go. Eyes open, seeing nothing.

But he could see. He could see what this was doing to her. He watched her eyes fly open again. Saw her muscles expand and contract, her fingers grasping at the air, toes stretching and curling. And finally, that huge breath of air was let go, billowing from her lungs and sending almost every human aspect of her soul out the door.

She fell back again, resting before him as she had moments ago. Except that she was now even farther away from who she was before. He could sense it.

Her fingers twitched at her sides. Her breath was once again calm and shallow, but the fear was still apparent within her quickly beating heart.

She found the strength to open her eyes on her own. Michael watched as her lids raised up lazily, and the crisp light of those blue eyes fell into the dark depths of his, and their auras danced ever closer to each other, even closer than they had before.

The Entity's commands suddenly brushed up within Michael's mind. The command that he not entwine the girl's spirit with his own. But he did not care. Why would he allow the Entity to claim his creation as its own? No, no, no. This girl was his. All his. The Entity could do nothing to stop that.

And so, without fear or caution, he continued to imprint himself upon the girl's newly awakened evil spirit. Finishing up the process of claiming her as his, strengthening the bond that had once been defined as a maybe, which was now a definitely.

At first, she did not know what was going on. In the beginning, she thought this was another awful trick, another form of torture regaled upon her by this hopeless realm of Dead by Daylight. She would have stopped it if she could. She'd have halted the process and chosen to stay a human, if she had the chance. She wanted to continue helping her friends, not the enemy. She might have had a romantic interest in Myers, but it was just a fantasy driven by her youthful lust and desire for some semblance of a romantic relationship. Right? Before this, that bond was intangible. Palpable, but intangible. But now, this tether was unbreakable. There was some kind of a hook inside her, now. Just as there was one within him, although incomplete. For the entirety of his life, it was to remain incomplete, without another piece in existence that could finish it. That is, until the day he decided to create his own. And here she was, that complimentary piece he had subconsciously yearned for for so long, lying before him, nearly set in stone.

A deep, humanlike sense of desire began to overcome him. A feeling that was surprisingly natural for him. A feeling he had experienced with her as she had finished with him, except that it was stronger now.

Those eyes were still lit upon him, conveying nothing except a sleepy sense of belonging. She appeared as if she could have been cuddled up in bed, comfortably snuggled between the sheets. He stepped closer, and her eyes followed him. She looked up at him, not making a sound. His head tilted ever so slightly as he studied her delicate features. Oh, how he was beginning to feel at that sweet, innocent look. It was a feeling that drew him even closer. Something about her was changing him, too.

But, don't worry; only slightly.

He stood near her head, now. Both his hands came forward and clasped the sides of her face. He bent over her and drew his face near, his heavy breaths coming and going. Her eyes still looked so gently at him, even though they were met with a certain, malevolent darkness. A darkness that didn't scare her so much anymore. Her mouth fell open ever so slightly at his touch and she gasped as she was pulled tenderly forward. Her head fell limply into his hand, never breaking eye contact as their breaths became even heavier, filled with yearning and desire. All she could think about was that time she'd first come close to him. The feeling of being enveloped by him. The entrancement of him deep inside her, physically and mentally. His mentality, so demanding, heavy, and controlling; but also certain, careful, and driven. All of these things that were so attractive to her, but she was separated by her instinctual human nature that kept her from realizing her true feelings. And for him, to remember that first time filled him with a sense of contentment that was unnatural to him, something he'd never known or understood except when lives were being snuffed out by his hands. Something he'd begun to crave as the time passed by, something he actually stressed over getting his hands on.

And now that stress was gone, melded once again into wants and desires.

One of her hands reached up and placed itself at the crook of his arm, between the elbow and forearm. An intimate gesture, silently begging him to pick up the pace and take her into his world once again.

She watched calmly as his hand raised up, grasping the mask between his fingers and yanking it off. She was surprised to see, though, that the mask remained upon his face. Then Michael came down once again, bringing his face closer to hers, and she gasped as she could actually feel his breath now coming onto her cheek. He bent even farther forward, one hand still caressing her face and the other finding itself rested comfortably at the curve of her waist. She gasped again when she felt bristly skin brush up against hers, and goosebumps formed all over her body as his breath cascaded over her cold, exposed neck, before it was met with the soft warmth of Michael's lips that were placed tenderly there for a moment, kissing her skin lightly and then grasping it gently between his teeth, then letting go all the same. Prickling from the immense feelings caused by his mind-numbing show of intimacy, she began to realize that Michael's powers were truly unknown, as she never considered that he might have the ability to conjure up an illusion the way he was doing now.

The girl nearly cried out in surprise, her head falling backward with passion, her back rising up from the surface she was laid on. Michael's hand quickly came down and slapped itself over her mouth. Her eyes flew open in shock, and she was startled by the mask staring down at her fervently.

Shh, that omnipresent voice told her.

The hand at Mara's waist grasped at her skin roughly now. It moved about her body, calling forth another wave of goosebumps as it travelled beneath her shirt and up to the soft mounds of her breasts. His fingers danced over her already hard nipples, enjoying her arousal and savoring the way her body beckoned at his every touch.

He brought his face forward again, his lips floating mere centimeters before hers. She could still only see a mask although the illusion wasn't perfect, and she could almost see some of the face beneath. She knew he was teasing her. She brought her face forward in an almost desperate attempt to close the gap between their lips, as she so heavily desired to taste them. But he drew backward the slightest and she was unable to reach. He watched the disappointment write itself onto her features, and smirked inwardly, enjoying yet another form of control that he had over her.

Mara was becoming pleasantly surprised at Michael's newly unveiled expression of passion. She had never imagined for him to partake in a situation as intimate as this. But then again, she had never been given the chance to see what might go on beneath that mask. Although Myers was not entirely human, there was still human within him, allowing him the opportunity to enjoy the pleasures that come with finding a person whose being compliments yours.

And so once again, he came closer, his breaths deliciously falling over her lips before he closed the gap and pressed his lips to hers. Butterflies escaped through the girl's stomach as her hand flew up to hold the nape of his neck, and she let out a lovedrunk moan that was stifled against his succulent lips.

Immediately the force above her disappeared and she was left yearning again. Her eyes flew open in confusion to be met with an angry masked face and the feeling of a strong hand gripping her pointedly just below her chin, reminiscent of the way it had when he strangled her previously. His hand grasped her face firmly and he stared down at her wide eyes with anger. Why can't she fucking listen?

Don't. Make. A sound.

She nodded her head fearfully up at him. He stared at her for a moment until he was satisfied that she'd truly understood.

Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her upward into a sitting position and crashing his lips against hers once more. With their faces clasped together by the mouth in a long and passionate kiss, Michael's hands continued to work over her body, pulling her closer and separating her legs so he could rest comfortably between them. Once he'd found her in a comfortable position, both of his arms left her legs and wrapped around her at the back, settling at her lower back and pressing her body tightly into his. It was all she could do not to make a sound. He began moving forward onto her, forcing her slowly down onto her back and she laid back against the surface, Michael's hands exploring her thighs and grasping at her hips. Once again, she'd been enveloped by his presence. She loved the way his body felt pressed against hers. She loved the way it felt to be in control of nothing, only doing what he wanted her to do. And somehow, she loved the consequences she knew would come if she chose to disobey him. Because it meant he wanted her. Just as she wanted him.

Before long, Michael's breaths began to match hers, nearly panting with the animalistic wants that began to overcome him. His hips moved to and fro, escalating the situation as he gently buried his growing warmth into her pelvis. Her arms crossed around his neck, her face rested comfortably between his neck and shoulder.

Suddenly, he sat up from her, his hands coming down once again at her hips. He looked down at her as his fingers hooked around the waist of her pants, tugging them slightly downward. Her breath caught in her throat with anticipation.

The pants came down smoothly, without much resistance, underwear coming down along with it. In her human days, this would have made Mara writhe with discomfort, as she did not always enjoy being nude in front of a male's curious gaze. But in this instance, she was ready for it, and actually wanted it to happen. And so, she sat patiently as Michael's eyes wafted over her uncovered legs and what lay in between. She definitely seemed to have his attention; he brought his hand forward, fingers finding their way between her legs and softly trailing along her smooth lips before finding her sensitive clitoris. Her flew to her mouth to stifle any noises that might get her into trouble.

Oh, how surprised she was at the seductive touches she was receiving from this evil, frightening man. How amazed she was that he was capable of placing his hands upon her in such a way that had her reeling and fluttering all at the same time. She couldn't wait to receive more.

One hand held her leg apart, the other dancing around her extremities in a way that caused her to become hot, wet, and slick. He noticed this, one of his fingers falling even lower, slipping into her moistness and going all the way in, testing the waters before he did with her what he wanted.

When he removed himself from her, she felt cold once again. But not for long, as his hands rose up to the neck of his jumpsuit and tugged the zipper open, quickly and easily. He pulled his arms from the suit which now hung loosely around his waist, but low enough for him to pull out his hard erection.

Excitement danced around within her once again as she looked down hungrily at Michael's sexy body. Every ounce of him turned her on. Every curve of his muscle had her nearly drooling. Had he waited too much longer, she may have slid forward herself to take him in. But thankfully, she didn't have to, as he grasped her hips and pulled her roughly closer. She bit her lip in anticipation as she looked down at Michael's large hand grasping his hard cock, acquainting it with the warm, wet folds of her pussy.

Suddenly, his head was at her entrance, pushing into her, spreading her open like a new toy being torn from the plastic. She closed her eyes as the feeling overtook her and she tried once again not to make a noise. But it was hard. And it only became harder when he drew out of her, only to push back in even deeper than before. Her body tensed, her back rising up, shaky fingers grasping at Myer's muscled forearms. He looked down at her expressions mutely as he drew himself in and out, in and out, slowly. The way her head lolled to the side, the way her eyes rolled up into her head. The way she looked at him, eyes brimming over with unsatisfied desire. It was a look he'd never been given before, a look that filled him with an indescribable feeling of want. He continued to fuck her slowly, never once taking his gaze from her face, until finally the entirety of his length was pressed firmly inside her with a strong, deep thrust. Her head drew back, toes curled, back arching as she pressed herself into him, wriggling her hips around to derive even more pleasure from that feeling. He responded by pulling himself out once again, before slamming himself into her forcefully, causing her to scream aloud in both pain and pleasure.

Her scream was cut short by his hand flying down and encapsulating her mouth once again. He didn't stop though, and continued to bury himself again and again into her tight, wet opening. The sounds of his pelvis meeting her body quickly and forcefully filled the air around them. His hands found their way behind her knees, pushing her legs farther apart and closer to her face. This created a new sensation that drew them both closer in their escapade, entranced by hot, heavy pleasure. Mara's entrancement was fully fledged now, Michael could see that in her eyes as they gazed up at him sexily and hungrily. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to do anything he wanted to her. That's what that look said.

His hand came up to meet her already bruised throat as he began to work harder, little by little. He could have finished this already, but again, he just wanted to savor this moment. He grasped her neck lightly, not cutting off air, but letting her know that he was in complete control. One of her hands had found her own breasts beneath the shirt and held onto it as she bounced up and down by the force of his cock burying itself deep inside her. He grabbed the end of the shirt and threw it upward so now her breasts were exposed, and his large hand grasped the other bouncing breast while he returned his eyes to match her bleary, dewy eyed gaze. Those eyes communicated that she wanted something more, but he wasn't sure what.

He bent forward, his face hovering so close to hers now. Once again she enjoyed the feeling of his breaths escaping onto her face as she wiggled her hips this way and that, meeting Michael's thrusts with precision that was building up a strong physical and emotional tension inside of her. The tension was shared as it grew and grew, Michael finally panting with exertion as he kissed and sucked at her lips tenderly, no longer attempting to stifle her weak little moans of satisfaction. He could feel her pussy adjusting itself with every thrust, tightening up every time he pushed himself as far inside of her as he could go. Every now and then, he would stop there at the end, when there was no more length to give, pressing impossibly harder still to touch her deepest places. In response she would cry out softly and wiggle her hips around his to enjoy the sensation even more. This throbbing, grinding, pushing, and pulling was beginning to send them both over the edge, and even Michael couldn't last much longer. Mara's legs began to tremble as her eyes opened, once again lighting upon Michael's. He held the gaze, and she couldn't see it but feel it, driving her crazy, pushing every other thought out of the window, as it was only her and Michael now.

Finally, Michael's torso rose up once again, his hands coming down to grasp her hips tightly. He held her fast in place but never once missed a stride in his thrusts. With every movement he pushed her body up, and pulled it back down, over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder, all the while staring into those cloudy blue eyes, until it could wait no longer. Beneath the mask his features fell as all his focus was now only on her, and that look in her eyes, and the way her body felt, tightly enveloping his hard, throbbing cock. Suddenly, he was exploding within her, and the feeling of his hot, sticky warmth spurting inside her as he continued to pound her hard sent her completely over the edge.

He looked down at her as she squirmed around on his dick, still overcome by the waves of intense orgasm. He was enjoying the way she looked with his cum dripping out from inside her. He pulled himself out, but not before drawing down to rejuvenate her with one more passionate kiss.

She lay there, unsure now of what to do, as the bloodthirsty killer straightened himself up and cleaned himself off. Her breaths were hard, fast and labored.

She lay there, as Michael approached her once again. He looked her up and down, studying her slightly sweaty body. A hand came down, and caressed her face once again, sending shivers of excitement up and down her spine. His thumb moved thoughtfully from side to side for a moment atop her skin. And then, just as he had appeared, he had gone again.

She was alone. Alone, but full of the sexual energy of an evil, monstrous entity.

An entity that she was now bound to, for the rest of her life.