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You began to feel a change as more time passed in your new ‘cage.’
The chain around your wrist were less of an every day occurrence and more of Ghostface go-to prop whenever he had fun with you. The chain held your hands attached to the headboard as he recorded the whimpering mess you became once his rough hands were all over you.
The camera had also stopped making an appearance during your punishment or ‘rewards’— as he insisted they were but in your mind, it was all the same. Now you found yourself becoming his sole focus as he used your body, camera thrown aside while he found pleasure in your painful moans.
You had more freedom outside of the confinement of the small room you were use to. The bedroom door was left open now and then, the hallway no longer just out of reach. You found yourself spending time on the small couch that was placed in the middle of the room, eyes taking in the small home.
A small glance would be given towards the front door but you never felt the urge to try to escape. It was like if he knew you wouldn’t try to leave again. His sudden lenient demeanor mocking your sudden weakness. Highlighting the fact that you finally just gave up and gave into his hands. Hands that held the strings tied to your body, a puppet in his home.
But despite the knowledge and the shame that came along with it, you allowed yourself to just sink into the environment you grown use to. The change and new cycle becoming comforting.
You would stay in the living most days, content with watching the tv he placed after you grew the courage to leave your room. There wasn’t many channels but the old sitcoms you never would have watched before, allowed for a rush of dopamine to rush in your brain, sinking and comforting you like a child.
But there was a new change that didn’t comfort you. Things were beginning to get a little..quiet.
You were spending more time alone in the past week—if you were counting the days right. No longer was the overwhelming presence of the masked male constantly hanging over your shoulder. His appearance now being sudden, the door opening to present either his tense or relaxed posture at random times of the day.
He was out starting to go out more often, an attempt to hide the cam recorder in his jacket or back pocket as he made his way out the door.
You knew you should be more content with having the alone time, allowing for your bruises and aching body to properly heal. But the thought of him finding new prey, a new victim, worried you.
Was he growing bored of you?
What was he going to do with you if he brings a new, less damaged girl home?
Home. You were really beginning to lose your sense.
You hadn’t notice your hands gripping the edge of the bowl tightly in your hands before the mark in your palm began to throb in pain. The ice cream was half eaten despite you softly asking Ghostface to bring your sweets. His calmness after a session allowing him to agree to whatever you said.
A soft sigh was all that was heard in the silent living room, tv shut off after the laugh track began to stem a headache at your temple.
You were a joke. Worrying about whether your kidnapper had found someone else.
Shouldn't you be glad? Even if it did mean he was finally going to kill you. That was your only escape out of this hell so you should be grateful it was coming soon.
The door slamming open jolted your body to sit up on the couch as the tormentor of your thoughts barged his way into the living room. Loud curses spewing from behind his mask as he stumbled through the living room, ignoring your wide eyes and tensed body following his movements.
You were frozen onto the couch watching him disappear down the hallway and to what you assumed was the bathroom. The slamming of another door and a faucet running confirming your thought.
Slowly, your head turned towards the opened living room door. Your heart began to race as a million thoughts coursed through your mind. An image of you, barefoot and barely wearing anything beside a tank top and pajama shorts he had given you, running down a road yelling for help- played in your mind as you slowly got up and made your way towards the door.
This was your chance. The sight of the long stretch of land and a dirt road welcomed you as you stood under the door way.
You’re a joke. A voice hissed at the back of your mind as you grabbed the doorknob and closed the door softly. Your body sagging as the thought of the man on the other side of wall crossed your mind.
You stood in the hallway listening to the raspy voice behind the door continue to cuss and grumble to himself. Trembling hands holding onto a small container.
“Stupid fucking bitch. I swear when I find her again, I’m going to make sure she regrets not dying the first time.”
The bathroom door wasn’t locked as you opened it slowly but before you could get it an inch open, it was slammed shut with force.
“Go to your room.” He growled from the other side, the clearness in his voice indicating he didn’t have the mask on.
“I want to help.” You spoke softly, frowning at the door. “I can help.”
“I can handle it myself. Just go- eat your fucking ice cream or something.” He spoke through small huffs, the clattering of something metal on the sink ringing in your ears before you heard him opening the cabinets and rummaging through them.
You waited for a moment before finally stating, “The first aide kit was in my room.” The band aides that marked over your knees itches against your skin as you held the container close to your chest, waiting for an answer when you were met with silence.
A few beats of silence before a sigh was heard behind the door.
“Okay.”
You hesitated before pushing the door open again. This time he allowed you push it all the way, the mask back over his face as he sat slumped on the toilet seat. The cloak that he wore over his black long sleeve was thrown in the bath tub, allowing for you to notice the hole on the side of the shirt.
Black holes stared into you as you made your way into the bathroom. Bloody hand prints was scattered along the white counter top of the sink. The mess and smell making you nauseous as you placed the the first aide on top of the counter before beginning to grab some rolls of gauge.
Your hands shook more as you grabbed the liquid bottle that contained the antiseptic solution. You were glad you let your friend convince you to take that one class in college. Expect you didn’t think you would be using what you learned to help your kidnapper.
You turned towards him, his hands pressed against his side as he watched you silently. His heavy puffs being the only sign that he was even awake. You moved on your knees in front of him before tugging for him to move his hands. He grunted in response before allowing you to pull his shirt up his stomach, gasping at the stab wound.
“what happened?” You asked, quickly pressing some of the gauge against the wound. The blood already seeping through the white cotton forced you to grab more and continue to apply pressure. You weren’t even sure how deep it was.
Ghostface continue to be unnervingly silent, watching you continue to press against the wound despite the blood staining your hands. You forced yourself to look back up at him, frowning at his silence.
It went on like that as you waited for his bleeding to slow down. The antiseptic in your hand feeling heavy as you began to dump it onto his wound clumsily. His stomach tensing and his gloved hands gripped onto the corner of the sink.
A few tense moments passed before his head rolled back, mask looking up at the ceiling. His breathing relaxing as the stinging pain wasn’t as strong.
Your eyes caught onto the scratch marks that were still bright red on the side of his throat. It seemed like forever before he finally spoke.
“I had that talentless whore right under my knife. All I had to do was slit her fucking throat and she would have been gaping those fake lips like some fish.” He rasped out , a mixture of disappointment laced with his words. “Somehow she grabbed a pocket knife and got me right there.”
“I guess I got too adventurous trying to kill her in the alley outside the strip club where she worked.” He continued, disappointment dissolving into boredom. “It wasn’t like anyone would have cared if they found her body the next morning. That joint could easily find another plastic filled bitch to fill her place.”
He must have felt your hands tense behind the bandages that you were wrapping around his stomach because he tilted his down at you again. A small tilt to the side suggesting he was reading your expression.
You tried to keep your expression neutral as you secured the bandaged as tight as you could, ignoring the way his stomach tightened.
“It’s too bad, I was hoping to get a good picture of her dead body lying on that grimy floor- where she belonged.” He sighed again, the sinister bite returning.
“You must be really bored to risk that.” You finally replied, tearing your eyes away from the darkness that covered his real eyes, afraid that it was going to swallow you whole.
His lack of reply had you worried that he noticed the tone in your voice- jealousy? No you would be crazy for it to be jealousy. You just couldn’t believe this whole time he’s been out there finding new victims as you sat in the same place for god knows how long.
If he has grown bored, why doesn’t he just let you go. It’s not like he was having fun anymore, that was clear enough with what he confessed. You never saw his face so he didn’t have to worry. He could go on and continue to find new victims, use them like he used you.
You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care that you found comfort sitting and waiting for him to come home. You didn’t care that you got use to the routine you both created. It was wrong and sick. You didn’t care where you were going to end up, in a ditch once he was done with you.
You felt ashamed at the tears that were beginning to brim at the corner of your eyes. You were so pathetic.
You moved to stand up on shaky knees but his gloved out shot out to grip onto your jaw, ripping a gasp from you as he forced you to stay on your knees and looked up at him.
“You want to know why she got that advantage on me huh?” He snarled, shaking your head violently despite your attention clearly on him. “Because as I was about to slit that bitches throat, I thought of you. I got fucking distracted by it. I imagined her cries as yours. I wanted you to be the one to beg for your life.”
His hand moved lower to grip your throat, squeezing slightly enough to make it difficult to swallow. Instead a pathetic whine was your response.
“The amount of times I thought of fucking slitting your throat as I fucked your pretty cunt, but every time I think of doing it, I couldn’t bring myself to.do.it.”
His grip choked you before he pushed you away from him. Your body crashing against the bathroom floor as a sob racked through your body, throat burning as you looked up at him through the mess of your hair.
His bitter laughter echoing in the dim bathroom as he shook his head.
“I had to go and find some slut to try to satisfy me. But I could only think of your face staring up at me the whole time.”
Your breathing picked up as you listened to him, easing your way into a sitting position.
A small twitch in his hips in the corner of your eye nearly caught your gaze but you glued your eyes onto the mask. The confession settling with the silence that followed. Your mind scrambled to make sense of his words, figuring what he was aiming for.
His intent was clear though as you slowly got to your feet, knees wobbly as you watched him carefully.
Was this going to be it? Is he finally going to do it?
Were you going to fight back?
It was a split second.
Your eyes had fallen onto the knife he laid painfully obvious on top of the bloody counter. A split second of that that small glint of silver catching your attention and your finger twitching towards it; before you were shoved onto the sink. The cold edge digging into your bare stomach as he bend you over.
Hands gripping into your hair, pain blossoming across the back of your head while he gritted through his teeth next to your ear. The venom sparking a new type of fear.
“You think you can escape, huh?”
The sound of the knife clinking against the sink as he picked it up filled your ears.
You thrashed from under him, panic settling in. His confession just a few moments ago repeating in your head as you prepared for a wave of pain to follow.
“N-no! I wasn’t going to-“ You cried out, trying to push yourself from the counter but his grip pushed you down. Right cheek pressed against the sink.
“You think I’m stupid ? After what I just told you, you really thought you could try something like that?”
”I wasn’t.” You whimpered, feeling the point of the knife pressing against your side. “Please, don’t-“
”Didn’t you listen to me saying how much I wanted to see you bleed under me?” He whispered, leaning over your body as he pressed the mask next to your ear. “Weren’t you just pouting like a brat because I went out looking for someone that wasn’t you?”
Humiliation burned into you as he exposed you, your sobbing not easing as the knife began to cut into your skin.
“Want me to plunge this knife into you baby? It’ll be different from all the small cuts I gave you. God, I’ve been so gentle with you.” He lets out a deep sigh. There was small movements of his hips, bulge humping against you as he watched the knife begin to puncture your skin.
”Please, please, don’t!” You sobbed, the pain shooting up your side. His breathing became erratic as you continued to beg. His hips suddenly stuttering at the sound of just your voice.
Your eyes squeezed shut as you held your breath. You were going to die. He was going to live out his fantasy.
”Fuck.” He groaned frustrated as he pulled the knife away, rubbing his thumb along the puncture and smearing the blood along your skin. “Fuck. Fuck. Look what you do to me. I can’t bring myself to do it.”
You barely had a chance to let out the breath you were holding before he pulled down your shorts, still holding you pressed against the sink. Your panties being exposed to him.
“You’re as sick as I am baby.” He whispered, spreading your thighs apart as he noticed the wet patch on them. Your mind barely registering your body’s reaction.
“please stop.” You pleaded, pushing your arm backward as an attempt to push him off. The suddenly turn of events was overwhelming, his change of actions beginning to confuse you. But he grabbed your wrist and held it against your back, continuing to admire you.
The cold touch of metal pressed against your clit jolted your body forward. The knife dangerously pressing against your panties. Your choked back a moan as he lightly rubbing it against your clit. The fear and pleasure mixing. You were to tell him to stop again but he applied more pressure.
The adrenaline that came with the fear of him cutting you only pushed against the pleasure, your hips raising slightly at the touch. The blade was pressed so gently yet it created a powerful reaction, your thighs shaking as he continued to tease your clit.
He watched you before pulling the knife away, leaving you wanting to cry from the loss before you felt your panties be pulled to the side.
When a sudden thickness of the hilt being pressed against the entrance of your pussy you froze. Your mind processing what was happening. He continued to press it, watching you began to take it in slowly, your walls clenching around his weapon before he let out a disbelief exhale.
“Look at you, you were just begging for your life now you’re letting me fuck you with my knife.” Pure lust was engraved into his voice as he tried to spread your lips apart to get a full view. The truth to it hitting you suddenly, a loud moan falling out of you as you pushed your hips back suddenly, taking in most of the hilt.
“Fuck look at that.” He growls, picking up the pace of his wrist. Continuing to fuck the knife into you, enjoying the way you matched his movements with your hips. Your fingers turning white from gripping onto the edge of the sink, as the pleasure continued to grow. The tightness in your belly growing once he used his other fingers to begin rubbing your clit.
“Ah..I’m gonna..please, please.” You moan, unsure of what you were begging for at this point. The pressure only grew, the roughness of the handle sending sparks up your body before you felt the end of the knife drag against something inside you, pulling the orgasm from you. Your body convulsed as pleasure rolled over you like waves. Absently moving your hips to ride out the sudden orgasm.
Ghostface pulling out the knife in time to prevent you from cutting yourself, before dropping it beside you on the sink and he began unzipping his pants. Hands were on you again, pulling your body up against his chest. Fingers grabbing your throat and forcing you to face the mirror.
“This is what you wanted , right?” He pants, using his other hand to line himself against your still throbbing pussy. You squirmed against him due to the oversensitivity, but he paid no mind because he pushed himself inside you in one thrust. “Y-you want to be the only one who takes my cock ?”
You clawed at his arm that held you up by your throat, your crying returning at full force as he continued to thrust into you. His grunts and groans audible near your ear as he abuses your cunt. He managed to push himself in nearly all the way, the tightness that engulfed him coercing a moan from him before he began to set a pace.
Your eyes flutter as you feel him pull out slowly before thrusting back into you roughly, fingers pressing against your vocal cords cutting off your whines. You felt so full, the knife was nothing compares to his cock.
The rough but slow pumping creating a new spark in you, your squirming turning into you pushing back into him chasing the growing high.
“A-ah fuck.., you look so pretty taking my cock baby.” His breathing hitched as he watched you through the mirror, hands reaching up your stomach to lift up your top and exposing your breast. You watched through half lidded eyes as he groped your chest and continued to thrust into you.
“F-fuck! It’s like you were meant for me baby. God I can never lose you, I-I can’t..” his words slurred as he began to pound ruthlessly inside you, one hand gripping your hip tightly as he watched himself continuously disappear inside you.
He lessen his grip enough to let you give him small hiccups and broken moans as you let him fuck into you. Your knees would have given out form under you if he wasn’t still holding you up. Your back arching as he suddenly hit a bundle of nerves again. Your eyes rolling back as another orgasm crashed into you, body going rigid.
You didn’t even register the sudden scream you let out. Only feeling his thrusting began to falter as you squeezed around him, his own breathing stuttering.
“So tight- fuck,made just for m-me, you feel s-so good. Fuck- baby. Ah-so p-perfect.” He continued to ramble under his breath,as he gave two more sloppy thrust before you felt his cum fill you up. His low groan following behind as he continued to pump his cum in you.
Your body sag against him before he gently let you go, allowing you to lean against the sink with shaky arms. If he wasn’t still pressed into you, anchoring you with his taller body, you would have let yourself sink into the floor.
You listened to your own breathing as he pulled out of you, thumb pressing against your entrance as he watched the cum drip out of you.
You thought he was going to leave you to clean yourself up, but instead he leaned down to your ear again. The mask pressing against your.
“You belong to me.” A low growl, the threat shivers running up your spine. “You can’t leave me.”
You let the words settle into you. The image of the open front door— now just a distance memory in your mind.