We get a glimpse from your past and Danny presses you to let him in.

"We have nothing to worry about, you heard what Dr. Bishop said. It's a phase, she'll grow out of it."

A stern voice came from your living room as you evesdropped on your parents conversation, your back pressed against the hallway wall, your school backpack squished.

"Even if that were entirely true we cannot deny how dangerous Eevie has become right now, we have to think about her sister. We can only hide matches for so long and she'll eventually figure out the safety locks on the stove." Your father's voice, strained by exhaustion.

"Eevies only seven. She's curious about many things, fire just happens to be one of them. I fear you're overreacting." Your mother replied calmly.

You pulled on the straps of your backpack with your thumbs as you strained your ears, leaning closer to the doorway of the living room.

There was a brief moment of silence before your mother spoke.

"Eevie has her sister to help guide her. You know how much she admires and looks up to her. Dr. Bishop said their bond is strong, and this will only help Eevie grow out of this phase faster. You're stressing too much over this, honey."

You heard your father let out a defeated sigh, his anxiety palable from the other room.

"Perhaps you're right, dear..."

Clumsy.

"I'm probably over thinking it. She's the psychiatrist after all, not me..."

Clumsy.

"I just worry, I can't help it."

Clumsyyy.

You raised your finger to your lips, shushing harshly at the prodding voice, frustrated as you tried to continue listening to your parents.

There was silence once again coming from the living room. You waited for your parents conversation to continue and when it did not you peeked around the doorway to see your father standing right in front of you, his arms crossed.

"Now you know better than that," he said, displeased.

Clumsyyyy...

Your eyes suddenly shot open as you lay on your side with your hands tucked underneath your cheek. You instinctively brought a hand to your ear, your hair tucked neatly behind it. You then sat up groggily, realizing you were shivering from the cold night air and from your sleeping bag being slightly open.

You had been dreaming. Your mind recalling a night when you had just gotten back from school as a child, and walked in on a conversation your parents were having about your younger sister, Eevie. Your heart ached at the thought of her and you were thankful it was only just a dream.

You stretched your arms to the sky with a yawn before placing a hand down on the now empty area where Jake had been sleeping, the imprint of his body still pressed down into the material.

Probably summoned to trial.

The night was so very quiet and you felt the unusual need to look around you into the surrounding woods, the tree line almost appearing like a black wall. You felt you were not alone but ultimately brushed it up to there possibly being an animal near by, or the after-math of your dream.

Sighing, you laid yourself back down on your side before pulling the sleeping bag up to your shoulder and zipping it all the way up, your neck and head being the only part of your body exposed. Your mind drifted off to your last trial with The Ghostface. With Danny.

You closed your eyes as you replayed how he practically made out with your hand and wrist and how his eyes seemed to stare straight daggers into your soul. You were beyond confused with his behavior and how much you enjoyed it, though fearful of it all together.

Guilt had quietly been manifesting itself at the pit of your stomach from Danny letting you go. It was a feeling that threw you off guard. You knew your friends were always thankful for eachother when others escaped a trial, even if they did not themselves. But you knew by the way at which you escaped, the others wouldn't beleive, yet understand.

Danny had let you go. That happened. You readjusted your head as you closed your eyes again before eventually falling into a dreamless sleep.

As your surroundings slowly spun into view you rubbed your eyes with your hands, immediately recognizing the realm you were in. It was the same realm from when you had first encountered The Ghostface. You lowered your head to see you were in a snug crop-top and floral skirt that flowed gracefully past your knees, sandals fitting your feet to perfection.

You sighed as you pulled on the sleeves of your cropped shirt, it feeling uncomfortablely too close to your skin. It had been a long time since you had been summoned to a trial since your last, which you managed to escape.

The trial was quick but at the cost of half of the survivors ending up sacrificed. The Killer was a creature you had never seen before and you shuddered at the feeling of the blue wet liquid it would leave on your skin, causing you to be ill the entire time.

The Killer showed no mercy as was expected. Like all Killers, they had one goal. To wreak havoc. To cause pain. Except for one. You would often think about your last trial with The Ghostface in that bitter cold realm and it had sparked a small flame of hope inside of you. That perhaps other Killers would do the same. But they did not. You recalled how when you first arrived in The Fog, you would plead and beg Killers to spare you, it always falling on deaf ears.

Jake had tried to explain to you over and over that it would make no difference, and that it even sometimes made things worse. That many Killers enjoyed survivors pleads. Eventually though, you did stop your pleading. Realizing it fueled them and fed The Entity.

As you looked around the room you realized you were in the home that was forever stuck being for sale and releif washed over you, thankful to be in a realm you were familiar with. A lone generator waited to be brought to life not too far from a bed, it's wooden frame cracked with age. You eyed it warily with a mix of dread and hope, knowing generators were what allowed you to escape but also possibly being your demise.

You wondered briefly what other survivors were paired with you this trial, along with what Killer. As you knelt beside the generator and lifted your hands to its wires, your eyes lingered on your left hand, the faded burn marks patching your index finger and thumb.

The familiar ache from that terrible night threatened to pull you in, the sound of roaring fire poking at your ears. You closed your eyes while taking a deep breath before exhaling, bringing your entire focus on the generator before you.

As you began to bring the wires together, the generator stirred to life, you finding it's sound comforting.

"I never could figure out how they power the gates. But this is The Entity's playground, so I suppose it really doesnt matter." a quiet voice came from behind you.

Your body jolted involuntarily causing your fingers to slip, connecting the wrong ends of two wires. The generator exploded with an awful sound, sparks flying from its side.

You turned around awkwardly on your knees to find the Ghostface leaning leisurely against a window only a few feet away from you, his ankles crossed. Your heart lept at the sight of him, his mask removed and nowhere in sight. Your eyes lifted above his head to the long strands of his cloak that danced in the air behind him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you...well maybe just a little. Please, continue. You look so peaceful when you work," Danny said, his hand thumbing the handle of his knife. You slowly rose to your feet with your hands holding on to the generator, it steadying you and you wondered how long he had actually been there.

Every cell in your body was screaming at you to run, but your legs felt like lead and you were frozen in place.

Danny scanned you with his dark eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"Are you gonna run?" He asked with a hint of excitement.

You swallowed hard, your hands cramped from how tightly you gripped the generator.

I'd like to if my legs would work.

"I'd rather you didn't," he said quietly.

Danny then raised his knife out in front of him, it's tip pointing towards your exposed belly button. You watched as he lowered it's tip down to point at your feet, it held loosely in his hand.

"So they do go all the way down. I figured as much."

You readjusted your stance as you stood in his gaze, feeling suddenly exposed. You flicked your eyes to the side where another window was opened to a lower roof, gaging in your head if you'd have enough time to reach it before he stuck you with his knife.

Danny then sighed, shaking his head while lowering his hand to his side.

"I already told you I wouldn't hurt you. I thought that was clear the last time I saw you. Wasn't I clear?" He asked, slightly offended.

You opened your mouth hesitantly to speak, your voice getting caught in your throat.

"I...I don't know...," you stammered. Thrown off again by how casually he spoke to you.

Danny then pushed himself off from the window and began to walk towards you, causing you to squeeze the generator even more than you already were, your hands sweaty.

"What can I do to convince you, hm?" He asked, stopping arms length in front of you.

Somewhere far in the distance the sound of a generator rang throughout the street and you realized you had forgot about the other survivors. Danny held your gaze, seemingly uncaring of the recently completed generator.

"I dont...I don't know...," you replied, your voice barely audible.

Danny scoffed before tilting his head slightly.

"Whatdoyou know?" His tone seemed to change then, bordering on sarcasm.

"Do you know anything?" He asked, taking a step closer to you.

You pushed your bum closer to the generator behind you, wetting your lips.

"Do you even remember your life before?" He asked while taking another step closer.

You mumbled words but they didn't make sense, your heart racing and blood rushing to your neck and face.

"Do you even know what happened to you?" His eyes scanned you up and down, and the way in which he spoke to you was demeaning.

A strange mix of anger and hurt twisted their way into your chest, replacing your fear.

"How you even got those marks?" Danny was inches in front of you now, his eyes seeming to stare through you.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you stared back at him, your lips pressed together in a pout and your chin trembling.

Stop talking. Stop talking!

"Or are you thoughtless, like all the rest of them...?" Dannys words were particularly bitter here and he watched as a singular tear made its way down your cheek.

You then felt your hand flying in front of you and watched as your palm connected with the side of his face, Dannys head turning to the side abruptly, the sound bouncing off of the four walls in the small bedroom. You had slapped him and based on the sound that escaped your mouth, one would have guessed it was you who was hit in the face.

You brought a trembling hand to your mouth as you watched Danny slowly turn to face you again, him lifting his gloved fingers to his cheek. His eyes met your own and you saw a darkness like never before flash through them, the corners of his lips rising. You looked at him mortified, knowing you would die by his hand right where you stood, no sacrificing needed.

Your breath was shaky and you clenched your eyes shut, waiting for the worst. Danny then mumbled and you squinted your eyes open to look at him, his hand lowered to his side.

"W...what?" You managed to ask.

"Again," Danny muttered, his eyes piercing as they borrowed into your own.

You blinked furiously, your cheeks still wet from tears.

"I...I ca-," you began to protest but Danny cut you off.

"Do you want your friends to leave unharmed tonight? You will hit me again if you do," he said so matter of factly and you knew then, that you would.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat as you raised your trembling hand in the air, you both holding eye contact. You willed your mind to recall how Danny had killed Felix. How he drew out his pain. Your hand came swinging in front of you with as much strength as you could possibly muster, your palm connecting with the same side of Dannys face and part of his lip.

Danny grunted as his head snapped to the side again, his hair falling in front of his brow. Another generator went off nearby this time and you winced as the pain radiating from your palm made its way to your wrist. You rubbed it with your free hand as you pressed it against your chest.

Danny let out a quiet breathy laugh as he turned to face you again, bringing a pinky to his lip before pulling it away to see blood glistening on his black glove. You yelped as he suddenly reached both hands behind you to rest on the generator, you being in between his arms.

You made panicked sounds as he pressed his forhead against your own, closing his eyes. He smelled of earth and a subtle hint of warm cinnamon. Unlike your last encounter, where all you could smell was the harsh metallic fragrance of blood.

"Let me prove it to you...," he whispered.

Your heart felt as though it was skipping over itself, fear combined with excitement fueling it's beats.

Danny then slid his temple down the side of your face and to your jaw while inhaling your scent, like a domestic cat who hadn't seen its owner for some time. He angled his head to where his mouth nuzzled the side of your neck and you found yourself raising your chin to the ceiling, allowing him to kiss gently. Your hands were still folded awkwardly between both of you and you pulled them out to reach for his shoulders.

Danny waisted no time pressing his body against your own as if he was trying to fuse himself with you, him pushing you harder against the generator and completely invading your space. He continued to plant multiple kisses on the side of your neck and your jaw them slowly becoming more aggressive.

"I'll eat you alive, if you let me," he said near your ear, sending shivers down your side.

Your lips parted as he kissed your earlobe and you knew he was waiting for you to give him the green light. You furrowed your eyebrows in pleasure as he returned his noisy kissing to your neck, making his way to your throat.

"I- I can't. Please, what are you doing...," you said with your eyes closed, feeling ashamed and guilt ridden.

"Isint it obvious?" Danny spoke against your skin, his voice muffled. "I know you feel the same."

You squeezed his shoulders as your head gradually fell back more, your throat completely exposed giving him more surface area. Danny was quick to cover the left side of your neck with more kisses, his tongue dragging over the small patches of burn marks.

"Let me...," Danny mumbled before suddenly stopping and lifting off of you, leaning back slightly as he still held on to the generator behind you.

You lowered your head to meet his stare, blushing fiercely from the feral look in his eyes. He gazed down at you as his eyelashes cast a shadow, his breathing more speratic.

You couldn't do this. As much as your body wanted to. As much asyouwanted to. It was beyond wrong and you began to shake your head.

"You're a Kill-"

You were cut short as Danny then leaned in and kissed you greedily. You moaned softly as he pushed his tongue in between your lips, saliva trailing when you both parted for air. He no longer let you get a singular breath before planting his lips on your own again.

The sound of your kissing was loud and you felt Danny push his his pelvis into yours, it being very clear he was aroused. Thoughts of Jake flooded your mind only briefly before you moaned again, your pussy doing flips.

You knew you wouldn't be able to fight him much longer as he pulled gently on your lower lip with his teeth, his eyes closed.

"Let me...," he said again and you felt yourself nodding perfusivly, your neck and face hot. Danny then aggressively pulled you off of the generator and hoisted you over his shoulder and panic surged through your body, fearing you had been duped and would be thrown against a hook.

You bunched his cloak in your fists as you were slung over his shoulder, his hands gripping your exposed thighs. You yelped as you felt yourself being thrown down on the bed that was parallel against the wall, your hair spilling over the other end and your feet pressed flat against the mattress, your knees bent pointing towards the ceiling.

Dannys eyes lingered on your chest as you heaved, your lower abdomen completely exposed. You watched as his eyes trail down to your skirt where it folded between your thighs and you gulped as a grin broke his face.

He still held his knife in his hand and he flexed his fingers around it's handle. He stood over you observing you for a few more seconds before grabbing your ankles and yanking you down farther on the bed so that your legs dangled over its edge, bending at the knees.

You involuntarily screamed from the sudden movement before covering your mouth prompting him to eye you mischievously. Danny cocked an eyebrow, his head tilting to its side.