It had been a few hours, I didn't know where I was exactly...feeling frightened and alone and worried about...him?
I didn't know where he had gone, and I was just resting against a wall, and glad he trusted me enough not to run off so I wouldn't be bound to something.
Why I trusted this killer was beyond me...we had some sort of connection though...I had feelings for him...ones that ran deep within me...like they ran through my veins.
I heard a thud off in the distance, which shook me.
Moving closer the wall, I tripped over something, and I looked down and screamed...was it a body? It sure looked like it.
The next thing I know i'm running like crazy through the woods, looking for an exit, or my friends, just something to help me get out of this.
I suddenly tripped and realized I had cut my thigh open, by what was beyond me...
I looked behind and there was a huge log with sharp edges.
I groaned and drug myself to the nearest tree for hiding.
Looking around for any sign of this psychotic killer I was trying to escape from, I didn't hear or see a thing.
I just rested my head up against the tree, crying because of all the fear inside of me, I had to relax...
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Suddenly I felt him grab me and push me up against the tree tilting his head as if he was deciding on how to torture me.
I shook violently trying to break free of his death grip on my neck, and he dropped me.
Seeming to have feeling, he took a step back looking as if he was ashamed for hurting me.
Not possible.
He started walking backwards and shook his head furiously, and grabbed it with his hands to make it stop.
He started running back to his cabin.
I decided to follow, to see what was going on, if I had had any sense left in me I would run the other way, to find my friends and get out of this hell.
But I didn't. I had to see where he was going..I was scared he might...hurt himself.
He had finally reached his cabin, and I hid behind some bushes, scared he might see me and attack.
He just moved around, confused acting.
I creeped up and tried to be as quiet as I could, but I accidently stepped on a branch, and it cracked.
Oh god.
I stood completely still, scared to death, not making a sound.
He turned and faced me from the porch, tilting his head again he stepped backwards and waved as if he were asking me to come in.
I made a step forward, cautiously. And he held out his hand, willingly I took it.
Leading me into the cabin he led me over to the bed and I sat on it.
He grabbed an old newspaper on the ground and handed it to me. It read "Camp Crystal Lake Massacre" I looked further down and it read "It all started when Mrs. Voorhees killed some visiting teens at the lake, and some girl decapitated the lady, I don't know much more about this whole issue but I plan finding out!" It was written by a local.
"Mrs. Voorhees...Your mother?..." I asked curiously and sadened for him.
He looked down.
I quickly rose to my feet and wrapped my arms around him, it's the only thing I knew to do in this situation.
He pulled me in tighter and hugged me back...I knew he was going through pain...I wanted to help.
He pulled away and brushed the hair out of my face and I reached up to the mask.
He slapped my hand away and I realized I was back to square one again, he looked down to the ground and groaned a little.
I didnt know what to do from there...but right that second he reached out and and grabbed my hand walking torwards me, and I stumbled back onto the bed.
I was on my back and he was on top of me, it was going so fast I didnt know where this was going...
He reached for the back of my swimsuit top and undid the string, and then undid the top string too.
I was getting nervous of where this was going, but if I left he might kill me...
He then threw the top to the floor and slid his hand over my right breast, he was cold to the touch.
I just closed my eyes, trying to imagine this wasn't happening, but it just started feeling right.
He then reached down to my bottoms. And I got scared.
He started untying the sides.
I can't believe i'm losing my virginity to a serial killer...
I felt the urge to cry, but that might be a wrong move...
He then roughly slid the bottoms off of me and started undoing his own pants, but he just slid them down.
My eyes widened.
Everything was going way too fast, like a badly written porn scene or something with no plot, I wanted it to end.
This was going to hurt...bad.
He's so big...
He inched closer to me, but then roughly thrusted inside of me, and covered my mouth, muffling the screams.
Tears streamed down my face and the pain was too much.
My body started reacting, and I felt ashamed.
I tried keeping quiet but just couldn't and I let out a moan.
He started moving quicker and quicker until we both reached a climax.
I closed my eyes ashamed beyond anything I'd ever done.
I felt him get up but I couldn't look at him yet...
He then grabbed my shoulder from the side of the bed and I opened my eyes.
He whispered in my ear. "It's been fun kitten, nothing like a virgin's moans." He sighed sounding in ecstasy then licked my ear.
I turned to face him and there sat a man with badly burned skin and a brown hat.
"Freddy will be back for you, thats a promise." He winked then grabbed me and roughly kissed me.
"Oh god!" I woke up and realized I was still leaning against that same tree, but I looked down and my swim bottoms were covered in blood.
It had really happened.