Hey there you creepy bastards. I finally got a spare moment and the spark necessary, so here we go with another one-shot smut. I'm throwing it in here and the title of this fiction shall now be 'Drowned Scars and other Lemon-scented Pastas.'

Someone asked me what the last part meant in the last chapter. At the time I thought it fit, Jeff having nightmares about what he did to Liu. Blah.

Rated M for language, bloodshed, and violent tentacle rape

But here you go, Slenderman and Jeff the Killer in...

Faceless

A slow exhale left the lips of the burned teenager as he stood over his newest conquest, a young woman barely out of her twenties. He decided he'd have fun with this one before he killed her. The scent of sex and blood filled the air, her blood and juices dripping off his knife. He was nice enough to give both pairs of lips a nice wide smile, though. Surely the coroner would be glad someone was happy to see him, right?

His tongue darted out of his mouth, running over his pale, chapped lips before he rose the knife to his mouth and licked it clean, shivering with delight at the taste of his hard work. A soft whimpering could be heard from the woman, and he looked down at her. She curled into a fetal position, clutching her ruined sex. "Why are you doing this?" she asked him, tears running down into the deep slices that opened her cheeks and stinging the bare muscle.

The teenager laughed, a raspy, horrific sound as he crouched near her, his permanent smile widening further. "Because... I can," he replied before prying open her mouth and ramming his knife down her throat. "Now... go... to... sleep..." he growled, the fresh slice at the back of her neck now filling her throat with blood. He pushed the knife deeper until his fist kept her jaws wide open, then twirled the blade around in her neck to shred her esophagus. She gurgled and cried as her lungs filled with the crimson liquid, the corners of her vision going black as the light faded from her eyes.

He smirked and removed his blade, wiping it off on her breasts before standing up and stuffing it in his stained hoodie pocket, heading off to find the next stupid bitch to turn into a bleeding, writhing mess of agony for him to get off on. The feeling was as strong as ever, and now that he had no ties left, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. If he wanted to find some cheap whore, fuck her brains out, and then gut her like a fish, he could, and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do to stop him. That thought in mind, he grinned and walked to the suburbs where he currently hid away in his old house. How it hadn't been torn down and the power shut off with all the inhabitants either having been viciously slaughtered or turning into a psychopathic bloodthirsty killer, he had no idea.

As he looked up to the facade of his old home, he scowled. He distinctly remembered locking the front door and making sure to shut off all the lights in the house, and yet the front door was wide open and the light in his brother's room was on. His hand instinctively curled around his knife as he entered the house to find most of his belongings strewn across the floor, as if someone ransacked his house searching for something specific.

A loud crash upstairs reminded him of the light in Liu's room, and he quietly made his way up, his knife slipping out of his pocket as he crept into the hallway. His unblinking eyes peered through the darkness, locking onto a single beam of light that shone from the ajar door of the bedroom. He licked his lips before slowly opening the door, intending to catch whoever was in there by surprise and attack them from behind.

Yet, the room was abandoned. It was in similar state to the living room: absolutely trashed. He swung the door the rest of the way open and entered the room, shaking his head. "What the fuck happened here?" he growled, glaring at the mess that was his brother's room. His collectibles were scattered across the messed-up bed, the bloodstained sheets still in the same spot they were all those months ago. His television was broken, lying on the ground amidst broken glass and snapped game discs. Torn baseball cards made a trail to his closet, the door open and his clothes dangling in tatters from the hangers.

There was a certain presence behind him, of a crushing sense of terror. His knees locked in place as he slowly turned his head to the right, finding himself face-to-face with an Armani suit. Slowly, his eyes moved up to find the face of the person in front of him, only to have his blood run cold when he discovered there was no face to be met. Where an expression should have been was a pale void, entirely smooth with no eyes or lips in sight. Snowy white skin covered any features that may have been, not even ears to decorate the thin head before him.

The man was at least eight feet tall, what skin visible matching the ghostly, colorless head that crowned his slim form. His fingers were long and ended in sharp nails, stretching from the long, black sleeves of his jacket. Around his neck was a neat crimson tie that smelled dangerously of human sacrifice. From his back could be seen six long, thick tendrils that flowed and writhed behind him, giving his imposing appearance a more frightening sense.

Jeff didn't have time to react before the tentacles shot forward, seizing his body and lifting him in the air. One wrapped around each wrist, one around each ankle, and one around his waist. The free appendage moved to his hand and wrenched the knife free, tossing it across the room before wrapping around his neck. The man forced him to look at his expressionless face as a thin slit began to appear where its mouth would be, a dark liquid running down as it split open. The slit parted to reveal a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and a charcoal tongue that ended in a point, dripping more of that black liquid that coated it.

'You must be Jeffery...' a hissing voice spoke in his head, sounding faintly of static and giving him a splitting headache. 'I heard you were this big, strong killing machine... looks like the rumors were as false as anything else,' it continued, the head of the monster turning to look down at his body. 'I will enjoy this...'

Jeff writhed and squirmed, pulling against the tendrils pulling his limbs apart. "Let me go, you little shit. You look like a nap could do you good," he growled in defiance, glaring at him.

The slit curled into a wide grin as its free tentacle moved to his thigh, running up to his hip before unbuttoning his jeans. 'I'll let you go as soon as I've had my fun,' the voice replied, unzipping his pants and tugging them down to reveal his boxers. The tentacle moved up again and slipped down the front of his undergarments, curling around his flaccid cock and kneading it.

The killer pursed his chapped lips and clenched his teeth, squirming more violently as he tried to combat the growing sensation in his loins. Eyes filled with hatred bored into the man's skull as he tried to kick free, his member stiffening at the sensation.

'Your mind says no, but your body says yes,' the voice teases. The tentacle yanks his boxers down, revealing his erection as he lowered him to the ground, bending him over so that his burnt face was close to the man's crotch. He grunted and wriggled as the man's hands unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper of his slacks, letting them drop to the ground with his briefs to reveal his white, throbbing cock. He reached down and grabbed the sides of Jeff's face, his free tentacle rubbing gently against his pucker. As he gasped in surprise, the man thrust into his mouth, driving his member deep into his throat.

The large hands on either side of his head kept him from biting down, holding him still as the man bucked wildly into his stretched mouth. Deep, obnoxious groans rumbled in the man's chest as he fucked his throat, entirely uncaring of the teenager's ability to breathe. Jeff choked and coughed, wincing as he felt the tentacles draw his arms to his body and bind them at his sides, freeing up one of them. It soon joined the other free tentacle in ripping his hoodie to shreds, leaving him bare to the brutal treatment this slender man was giving him. They then roamed to his chest, tweaking and twisting his nipples to get him to groan, his vocal cords vibrating against the throbbing obstruction to his airway.

It didn't take long for the man to finish off, slamming Jeff's mouth to the base of his erection and firing his thick, black spunk directly into his stomach. He had no choice but to remain still as he felt his belly swelling with the stuff, filling his gut with cum. When he finally finished, he slowly pulled out of his mouth, ensuring he had plenty of time to gulp down every last drop before his dick exited his maw with an audible 'POP' and a loud gasp for air.

The teenager coughed and sputtered as he felt himself get lifted in the air, only to be turned around and have that same appendage that was just strangling him press to his tight pucker. "W-WAIT! STOP!" he screamed just before it plunged in, robbing him of his virginity and stretching him painfully. He hollered in pain as the man pumped him up and down on his shaft, slamming his girth into him over and over without a care for his pleasure.

'Not a killer... quite the cock-sleeve...' the voice taunted in his head, earning a well of moisture from his eyes. This thing was going to fuck him until it was satisfied and there wasn't a damn thing he could do, powerless to its desires. One of the tentacles wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, earning another squeal of pain as the other curled around his neck, tightening his airway before plunging into his mouth and thrusting in and out.

It seemed like an eternity of agony before he finally felt himself growing numb to the pain. The tentacle in his mouth allowed him a gasp of air every once in a while, the man slapping his ass hard enough to make him yelp each time it did to ensure he was awake through the entire ordeal. As he finally grew numb, he felt a new sensation as the man hunched over him, his thrusts becoming shallow and fast. A pressure was building deep inside him, making him writhe once more, inadvertently sending waves of pleasure through his assailant. Finally the man's cock punched a sensitive bundle of nerves inside him and he moaned around the tentacle filling his maw, his resolve crumbling. God, how that felt good. The tentacles around his waist and arms tightened as the creature began to target that spot, bashing into it with each thrust.

He wanted more, wanted that feeling to rip through his body. It was the same one that came when he was wrecking a slut's cunt, but more intense, as if the skin was ripped away and he was fucking her with a bundle of nerves. He moaned louder as he felt the man's hand curl around his needy erection and begin stroking him in time with his thrusts, sending that magnificent sensation through his lower body over and over.

When he felt he could bare it no longer, he cried out, only to find the tentacle curled around the base of his cock was preventing him from releasing, increasing the pressure inside him. He whimpered in his throat as his eyes rolled back. More. More. More. He needed more.

The man chuckled in his head and ran his free hand down between Jeff's thighs. 'You feel it, don't you? You love this dominance, this cease of control. You need only submit to me and I will allow you to feel its full power.' The tentacle slid out of his mouth, allowing him to breathe. 'What do you say, Jeffery? Will you be mine? All you have to do... is beg your master to let you cum.'

The teenager released a whimpering moan, tears running down his cheeks as he felt himself crumbling under the pressure, the need to climax robbing him of his freedom. He lowered his head, dark locks falling to conceal his scarred face as he considered his options. This man was in a position to do whatever he wanted. If he decided when he was finished that Jeff wasn't going to survive this, he could kill him, and he wouldn't be able to stop him. If he chose to accept his dominance, he would be nothing more than a slave to his passion, forced to pleasure his master in whatever way he deemed fit.

"...F-Fuck..." he swore as he felt him thrust again, digging into his prostate to increase the pressure. He cried out, the sensation flooding his senses with messages, telling him to give in, to let him have control. After another moment of this treatment, he found he could stand it no longer. "Please, master!" he howled, his body going limp as he forfeited his freedom. "Please let me cum!"

The man grinned before leaning back, his tentacle releasing Jeff's member as he slammed into him rougher and faster than before, ripping his mind apart with the sensations overwhelming his psyche. The teenager shot rope after rope of his climax across the room, each pounding filling his body with the need for more. Finally, his attacker felt his own finish incoming and bent him over the bed, forcing his member as deep in as possible and flooding his bowels with the same black spunk that swam in his belly.

Jeff squealed in pleasure as he shot three more pathetic spurts of cum onto the side of the bed, his body empty of any more juices or energy as the man finished deep inside him, filling him up with the dark seed. As he slowly pulled out, one of his tentacles slipped back in, blocking the cum from exiting as it wormed up inside of him and pushed against his prostate. The man then lifted him up and dressed him again, the tentacle still writhing in his ass to keep him at that same near-climax high. He then scooped him up and began the long walk to the woods in which he resided, one of his tentacles grabbing Jeff's knife as he strode down the stairs and out the door, closing it behind him. His tentacle continued to brutalize the teenager's gaping hole, his body limp with exhaustion.

'Welcome to Slenderman's forest, my beautiful slave...' the faceless voice whispered in his ear.