I sit down on my leather couch, popcorn and soda in hand, legs curled up, exposed to the air, shorts and a lose long T-shirt. Reaching for the remote i groan, tension in my side from the session prior.
Flipping through the streaming apps, trying to find a good movie to watch. Settling on a good scary movie. 'Scream 3 should be a good one' I think to myself as I push play. As the movie comes on, I take some popcorn into my mouth. Suddenly the phone rings.
Getting up I pause the movie, picking up the telephone, pausing for a minute before I let out "hello?".
"Hello?" His voice was instantly recognizable. "Who is this?" He continued, what a strange question. "You don't know who you're trying to reach?" I asked, placing my hand on the hem of my shirt, playing with it a little nervously. "Maybe, maybe not" he replied, no hint of anything in his voice. "Well I'm hanging up now. Good luck with reaching whoever it is you're calling" I say, hanging up the phone.
Sitting back down I was about to push play when the phone rang again. Groaning I got back up and grabbed the phone. Pushing the answer button a little annoyed this time "hello?" I asked again. "Hello" it was his voice again. "You called the wrong number again" I said, letting out a light chuckle. "I did, or maybe I just wanted to talk to you some more" he said, now I could hear a little amusement in his voice. "Well, if you did what did you want to talk about" I said, sitting on the couch once more settling in for a conversation.
"Well, what are you doing right now?" He asked, biting my lip i debated on actually answering that question. "Well I'm about to watch a scary movie" my answer lingered in the air for a minute before his reply. "What's your favorite scary movie?" His voice was menacing now. "I.. well I think I'd have to go with any of the scream movies" I said, letting out a little laugh. "It has to be my favorite." He waited a moment before he chimed in again "you look so lonely on that couch". I froze. What did he mean. Was he watching me? I started looking around "are you really doing this?" I asked, sitting up looking towards the knife block I kept on the counter. "I already know what you're thinking, I took the knifes, nothing to fight back with" he laughed. Damn of course he did. "So, (Y/N) let's play a little game. Ill ask you some questions and if you get them wrong. I'll have to come in there and gut you" his voice boomed through the phone. "I... I guess I can do that.." now feeling nervous I grab my other phone to be ready just in case. "Now tell me who was the killer in the most recent scream movie?" Hearing the smirk in his voice. I laugh "trick question. There's three killers. Detective Bailey, Quinn Bailey, and Ethan. The family of Richie, Samantha's ex boyfriend" I said triumphantly. "Good you actually have a brain" he said. "Next question. How many saw traps are in the franchise?" This was an easy one "62!" I yelled into the phone "very good" his voice was soft now. I was pleasing him.
"Now when was the exorcist released" he asked, I paused trying to wrack my brain on the answer, blurting out "1974!" almost sure of myself! But he laughed, "oh I'm sorry, that's wrong" my heart sank. "No! I can't be wrong!" I said, hands shaking. "It came out in '73, and now.. let the games begin" he chuckled, "wait no! Give me another chance!!" I begged "Im sorry (Y/N) but the game is over. You lost!" And as soon as he said that, something burst through the back door. Shattering the glass causing me to jump and drop the phone. Fuck. I slowly walked over to the back door, there he was. Black cloak and white mask. My heart was beating out of my chest, before I knew it he burst through the rest of the glass and was coming right for me.
I jump and run as fast as I can, throwing things in his way to slow him down, running up the stairs panting, "how dumb can you be! Did you learn anything from those movies? Never run upstairs" he laughed stomping his way up the stairs. Trapping me in the bedroom. I was fumbling with the window trying to get it open when i felt his hands grab hold of me.
Positioning the knife at my side, his breathing was erratic. "Did you think you could get away so easily?" I started breathing harder "fuck off!" I said ramming my elbow into his ribs, causing him to gasp and let go for a second, leaving me with the perfect opportunity to escape. I slip from his arm and run out the bedroom door back downstairs. Pausing for a moment debating on where I was going next. But I felt something heavy tackle me from behind causing me to flip over the couch. Looking up I saw him. He's on top of me holding the knife to my throat "stop running" he said, grabbing my arms with his other hand and pinned them above my head "you'll only make this harder for yourself" he grunts, squeezing my wrists hard. Dragging the knife down my body he sighs "I do love a good chase. I know you could do better" he laughs "but now the fun actually begins".
Reaching down knife still in hand he pressed the cold blade to my inner thigh causing me to gasp. "Such a sensitive little thing. Whatever shall I do" i could hear the smirk he put on through his voice. Pressing the blade harder into my flesh. The only answer I could reply with was whimpers of fake fear. Sliding the knife up to the edge of my shorts he stops. Flipping the knife in his hand for a moment then placing the backside of it to my clothed core. Pressing firmly, I let out a whine, causing him to grip my hands harder above my head.
"You're lucky this is the handle of my knife" he was still using that fucking voice changed. Without realizing it I had started rolling my hips against his knife handle, he looked down and watched. Except i couldn't tell what his expression was. I didn't know if it was amusement. Or if it was lust. Just the mask. That damn white mask. Dawned with scratch marks from all the times I've faced him.
He pulled back for a moment, his tall body looming over me. "Let me go" I snap, he let my hands go and grabbed me by the throat, squeezing hard "if you don't shut up. Im going to have to gag you" he grunted. Moving his knee to the spot his knife once was. Pressing into me hard. I let out a small moan but was cut off by him tightly gripping my throat.
My hands found their way around his wrists, squeezing and tugging them. Seeing if he'd release me. But he didn't budge. "We are playing this game. My. Way!" He bellowed lifting me off the ground. Finally Releasing me, I let out a gasp of air, but it was only for a moment before he had turned me around. Hand wrapped in my hair, tightly. Leading me to the kitchen counter. Pushing me against it. Making me lean forward. Holding me down with his hand still in my hair. I heard him fumble with his pants.
I knew this was coming, but yet I still felt surprised. Anxious and excited at the same time. Taking the knife he positioned it against my neck letting my hair go. "This will only hurt for a minute" he chuckled, ripping down my shorts. Shoving himself inside me, I let out a scream of pleasure mixed with pain. This causing him to laugh and press the knife into my skin harder. "Now make yourself useful" he said, rolling his hips into me, I hesitated for a moment but this caused him to slide the blade across my skin, I could feel it break skin. But not enough to do actual damage.
Whimpering I started to move against him, body shaking. "Faster" he commanded loudly. I jump, but obey his orders. Now moving back and forth faster than before, letting out moans and gasps of pleasure. "Are you scared" he asked. He sounded amused. "Y-yes. I... i am." I said voice trembling from light fear but ecstasy as well. "You should be. A strange man, calls you, unh. Fuck. Breaks into your house. Mmh And has you at knife point, using you for their own personal pleasure" he was laughing at me.
Fuck him. But I felt too good to say anything back. "What's wrong, aren't you going to fight me" he pulled his hips back till only the tip was left. Forcing my hips to stop. "I...I." I couldn't say anything, for the first time I had no brains to use to talk back.
He forcefully slammed himself back into me, letting out another scream, i gripped the edge of the counter. Almost for dear life.
Continuing his 'assault' on me. Running his free hand along my body, pushing my shirt up more to expose my skin. He slid the knife from my neck, down my back, leaving a line of blood prickles. I gasped and flinched against him. Starting to squirm. "Ah. Please I'll do whatever you want.. please" I cried, pleasure filling every square inch of the room, gasps and sighs. Grunts and curses from the both of us.
"That's right you will do what I want. Because that's how it should be" he chuckled pulling me back into him. Still moving his hips, he wrapped his arms around my throat, squeezing, his embrace never did feel scary when he was like this. I felt safe, even if he did hold a knife to me.
He lifted me up arm , never leaving my throat. Squeezing hard, I was now losing air, my vision starting to blur. Fuck his games i groaned in my mind, but it was only a second longer before he had dropped me onto the floor. This caused me to let out a small grunt as I fell. "Do you want to run again?" he asked menacingly. Looking down on me, all I could do was stare up at him. Mouth wide open. "Well then" he moved in closer. Leaning down close to my face. His body heat radiating off of him. No words ever left my mouth before he grabbed me by my face bringing it to him. He lifted the mask for a second only to spit on my face. Lowering it again laughing he stood up straight. Hand still on me. Guiding me to him. "If you're not going to run. Then obey me." He grunted, placing the tip of his member into my still agape mouth. "Now close and suck." His words were demanding.
I knew I had to obey if I wanted the true goal in this. A finish.
A grand finish. No longer fighting it. I closed my mouth and looked up at him. I felt his hands travel to the back of my head. Playing with my hair for a minute before he forcefully grabbed and thrusted into my mouth. This causes me to gag but still try to look at him. Eyes begging him for mercy. Or at least for him to be able to take pity on me and finish me off once and for all. One hand still on my head, another reached over grabbing his modified Buck 120. Bringing it into my direction line of sight. Placing the tip of the blade to my cheek he pressed. Still moving his hips. Never losing pace. "You poor little thing. You look pathetic like this. On your knees. Obeying me like a good little whore." He groaned. He was inching closer and closer to his release. "And the best part is you can't speak" laughing now he drags the knife down my cheek, I felt the warm familiar liquid flow down my face, mm blood. My hands inched their way up his legs. Stopping at his hips. Holding tightly to try to ground myself. But before he finished he pulled away. Once again shoving me to the ground.
His hand was roaming my body fiercely. The sound of his growling was lingering in my ears.
Once again he forced himself inside me. This time it didn't matter if it was forced or not I gladly accepted him. Fully. He stabbed the knife into the ground beside my head. It was now sticking up "if I have to use it again I will" he grunts, moving his hips once again at an erratic rhythm. But I had no thoughts in my head. It felt too damn good to continue to fight back. So I just gave in. Unconsciously wrapping myself around him. Legs around his hips driving him deeper inside. "Ah. Please. Im.. I'm yours to use!" I screamed breathlessly into the air. My ears filled with the sounds of him grunting and laughing. "That's what I thought" again grabbing hold of my face, forcing me to look at him. I could feel a familiar feeling pooling inside of me. A finish.'Yes!' I was practically screaming in my head. He placed his hand on my abdomen, pressing into it. Sending me over the edge of release. I bit down into my lip hard. Eyes rolling back. Body tensing around him. But he did not stop. He was searching for his own release.
He continued to work, his body moving atop of me. The weight of him keeps me trapped under him. It was a safe familiarity I've grown accustomed to. Suddenly he tenses up. But then I feel it. He finished. Laying there for a moment, regaining our breathing Before he got up. Lifting the mask off dropping it. Looking up at him. I couldn't help but smile, there he was. No longer a "threat". He started removing the rest of the costume before he reached down a hand to me "come now, let's get you cleaned up" he smiled. I gladly took his hand and pulled myself off the floor. Legs still felt wobbly. "Are you alright? I didn't go too far did i?" He asked, now a little concerned, but I shook my head and smiled "I'm just fine my love, you know how our sessions take a lot out of me" I laughed and wrapped my arms around him. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of my head and chuckled "good, go start a shower" His voice was soft, no longer using the voice changer. I looked to the broken glass and sigh "there goes another back door" standing in the middle of all the broken glass. "Well it's a good thing I know how to fix it and I've done it plenty of times" he grabbed a hold of my hand "and it's a good thing we live far enough from the neighbors. Wouldn't want them to call the police" his eyes lingered on me for a moment before he went and grabbed the broom and dust pan "go. Take a shower and relax" he placed another kiss on top of my head and went on his way sweeping up the broken glass. With that I turned and made my way to the bedroom, grabbing a change of clothes. I couldn't stop thinking about the events of the night. Stepping into the bathroom i catch a glimpse of myself there were a few bruises forming in different places around my body, along with the cut marks from the knife. A battle scar I am more than happy to carry with me..