Chapter 6
"It's called Come and Die" Chucky erupted into laughter, amused. He'd killed a lot of people, but this was a first. He'd never had an adult so manageable in front of him. He had to make it challenging, or it wouldn't even be worth the trip. "OK, Marcy," he purred "the rules to this game are simple, so, pay attention. All you gotta' do is follow my lead... and don't come. If you do.." he slowly leaned down and whispered into her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "You die."
Marcy moaned and felt a fresh surge of fluid escape to her thighs. She had fixated on his voice for so long, hearing him speak to her in real life was enough to make her completely unhinged. He kept laughing and moved lower, cutting her underwear off and balling it up in his hand. He could feel it was soaked through. He grimaced and widened his eyes, "ah.. You get your pussy wet when I so much as threaten you? I haven't even touched you, yet!" Marcy was embarrassed, aroused, scared, and verging on tears.
"It's.." she stammered. "I can't with your voice, god." Her eyes rolled back, again, just replaying the whisper in her memory. Chucky's eyebrows raised. He lifted his hand to his face and took a long sniff of her panties before stuffing them into her mouth.