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piroulinewafers · 27 days ago

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ghostface! caleb x fem! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: everything caleb does, he does it for her, even if his little bunny is far too stupid to understand that quite yet. 𝐜𝐰: dddne, noncon, threats of death, stalking, prey/predator dynamics, murder, violence, omorashi.

the woods were quiet tonight.

the soft, damp kind of quiet, where even the wind seemed to hush itself in reverence. caleb stood still beneath the canopy, moonlight glinting off the smooth curve of his hunting knife. he twirled it between his fingers idly, the same way a man might spin a pen at work.

calm. relaxed. almost bored.

there was blood on the leaves, spattered in constellations beneath the dying man’s boots. a body slumped against the trunk of a pine tree, breath rasping wetly through punctured lungs. his fingers twitched, reaching for something that wasn’t there— his phone, maybe, or hope.

caleb crouched in front of him slowly, his mask glinting faintly in the dark and covering his face.

“funny thing about you,” caleb murmured, voice low, eerily calm. “you really thought she smiled at you like that because she liked you.”

he tilted his head. the ghost face mask caught the moonlight just right— smooth, impassive. “you bought her coffee. a vanilla latte, right? you couldn’t even spell her name right.”

caleb stood over the man's trembling form, his heart pounding in his chest as he gripped the knife tightly. the man's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he lay on the cold, damp ground of the forest. caleb could see the terror etched on his face, could hear the desperation in his voice as he pleaded for his life. but caleb felt no sympathy, no remorse. this man was a threat, a danger to the one person he cared about more than anything in this world.

he leaned in, close enough to whisper into the man’s ears. “you’re not the kind of guy who get to have a girl like her.” there was clear disgust in his voice. “bet you would’a fucked her and never called again,” he hissed. “bet you wouldn’t even remember what flavour she ordered. you don’t deserve her.”

the man whimpered, his hands scrabbling at the dirt as he tried to crawl away from caleb. but caleb was too quick, too strong. with a swift motion, he had the man pinned, the knife pressed against his throat as he leaned in close, his breath hot against the man's ear.

“you're a pathetic excuse for a man," caleb spat, his words dripping with contempt. “and now, you're going to pay for even thinkin’ you could have her." He punctuated his words with a sharp jab of the knife, not enough to kill, but enough to draw blood. The man screamed, his voice echoing through the darkened woods.

caleb's mind flashed back to the coffee cup, the one he had taken from the man's apartment. it was a plain thing, really, just a cheap cup from some coffee shop, disposable. but it had been hers, once. she had drunk from it, had left the lingering scent of her vanilla lotion and the faint sheen of her pink-tinted lip gloss on the rim.

caleb had kissed that rim, had tasted the faint remnants of her on the surface. the strawberry taste still lingered, mixed perfectly with the remnants of the vanilla latte. their first kiss, in a way, as indirect as it was. he’d thumbed over her name, albeit a crude misspelling of it, idly wondering what she had thought of such a silly mistake. one he would never make, of course.

the cup was in his room, preserved like a trophy, a reminder of what this man would never have.

“you’re pathetic," caleb repeated, shaking his head as he pressed the knife harder against the man's throat. “you don't deserve to even breathe the same air as her."

caleb's violet eyes flashed with a cruel, almost manic light as he stared down at his victim, a sneer twisting his handsome features beneath the grotesque mask. he could feel the man's terrified whimpers and pleas for mercy, but they only fueled the rage burning inside him. this pathetic excuse for a man had dared to pursue her, to think he could ever be worthy of her affection. it was an insult to her.

“you fell for it, didn't you?" caleb taunted, his voice dripping with mocking laughter. “the fake photos, the sweet words, the promises of love..." he shook his head, a harsh bark of a laugh escaping him. “you actually believed it was real. you're even more stupid than i thought."

he dug his fingers into the man's skull, thick and strong from years of military training, and slammed the man's head back against the rough bark of the tree. the sickening crack of impact filled the air, followed by the man's agonized cry. caleb paid it no mind, his grip tightening as he leaned in close, his masked face mere inches from the man's.

“coming out here, all alone, just for a chance to stick your dick in some girl while you were talking to mine?” caleb's words were like venom, spitting from his lips. “you didn't even have the sense to be suspicious. i could've been anyone, anything. but you couldn't resist the chance to fuck somethin’, could you?" he punctuated his question with a brutal punch to the man's ribs, feeling them crack under his force.

the sound of agony grated on his ears, but he paid it no heed. instead, he savored the delicious fear and desperation emanating from his victim, fueling the dark satisfaction coursing through his veins.

“shut up," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble beneath the grotesque mask. in one swift, brutal motion, he plunged his thick, gloved fingers into the man's open mouth, silencing his screams with a sickening muffled gargle.

the man's eyes bulged in terror as he choked and sputtered around the invading digits, his body convulsing in a panicked attempt to dislodge them. but caleb was merciless, his grip tightening as he forced his fingers deeper, pressing down on the man's tongue until it was pinned to the back of his throat.

“did you hear me?” caleb snarled, his face mere inches from the man's contorted features. “you don't deserve to make a sound, you piece of shit."

with his free hand, caleb raised the knife, the blade glinting cold and cruel in the moonlight filtering through the bare tree branches. he aimed it at the man's chest, directly over his frantically pounding heart. his movements were precise, memorized. he’d done this before, countless times. it almost came easier with each kill.

the man's eyes widened in dawning horror as he realized the true extent of his predicament, his struggles growing weaker and more desperate.

with a unnerving ease, caleb plunged the knife straight into the man’s heart, burying it to the hilt in one brutal, merciless thrust. the man’s body shuddered once, twice, then went limp, his life’s blood beginning to seep out around the embedded blade, his bite on caleb’s fingers growing weaker with each passing moment.

caleb stood over him for a long moment, ensuring with grim satisfaction that the light had faded from the man’s eyes, that the last ragged breath had left his lungs. only then did he slowly withdraw the knife, huffing as he wiped the blood knife on his pants.

the woods were quieter now at least.

caleb stood still, his breath fogging in the cool night air, the ghost face mask pushed up a bit to reveal sweat-matted hair and a jaw clenched tight with some simmering emotion. beneath his boots, the soil had been turned over, scuffed and soaked— evidence of the struggle, now over.

his chest heaved as he stared at what was left. a body, slack and cooling. blood darkened the forest floor in uneven blotches, but caleb barely registered it anymore as he wiped a globed hand down the back of his top, annoyed by how messy is had gotten.

the irritation wasn’t guilt. no— it never was. it was the inconvenience.

he huffed and tilted his head back, eyes briefly closing.

and there she was. in his mind’s eye, like always. her name thrummed under his skin, a prayer that spilled without sound past his lips. that soft smile, the way she always said “thank you” when the barista handed over her order— not even realizing he was always there, a table or two away, watching her like clockwork.

they never really spoke. she waved sometimes, polite, kind. probably thought he was just another familiar face in the neigborhood. just a friendly acquaintance who offered to buy her coffee when she was short on change, who gave her instructions when she was heading somewhere new, who always opened the door for her.

but he wasn’t just that. not to her. at least, not in the twisted world he’d build around her.

back home, his room was a shrine, a sanctuary dedicated to her.

photos. dozens of them. blurry polaroids of her at the cafe, stepping off the bus, walking home alone at dusk. a few were torn at the corners, stained from being clutched a little too long in sweaty hands. others, almost wilted and thin, from “overuse” and vaguely blemish with semen stains. one had a coffee ring in the margin— accidental, but he didn’t mind.

he had her lip balm. found it once on the sidewalk outside the bookstore. her lost glove from last winter. a napkin she doodled on, then crumpled and tossed aside. a newspaper clipping with her name and picture framed. a dried flower she’d dropped once. five empty coffee cups he’d pulled from the trash, her lip gloss smudging the rims in faint pink arcs.

she was perfect.

and she was his.

it didn’t matter that she didn’t know that yet.

he hadn’t planned to kill, not at first. it started with warnings— scaring off the men who asked her out. eliminating those who smiled too long or lingered in her space. anyone who dared look at her for more than a passing moment. a young woman who had pushed past her a little too roughly while she was in a rush, bruising up his poor baby’s shoulder. anyone she complained about in passing to her friends while he was eavesdropping.

and now, the man who had bought her coffee and called her “sweetheart” with a little too much ease. caleb had found his profile online, catfished him and lured him here under a fake name alias with worrying ease. it hadn’t taken much, men were pathetic like that, thinking with their dicks.

now, the man was silent, another shadow to hide in the woods. caleb nudged the body once with his boot, watching the way it didn’t react. his face didn’t twist with regret. only mild annoyance.

caleb sighed and rolled his shoulders back, catching his breath as the silence of the woods settled around him once more. he reached down with one bloodied glove and lifted the ghostface mask dangling from his neck— the smooth plastic slick with condensation, the expression forever frozen in a mocking scream. empty black eyes, a drooping mouth stretched in theatrical terror.

he slid it back over his face, adjusting the strap until it clung tight, sealing away the man beneath. there was no use lingering here any longer, and anyways, it was growing late. he needed to be up early to catch her before she got on her morning bus.

he took one step back from the body— and froze.

a sound cracked through the stillness. a brittle gasp, followed by the sharp snap of a tree branch underfoot.

he turned sharply, eyes locking onto the pale figure at the edge of the clearing.

(name).

she stood halfway between the trees, framed by moonlight and disbelief. her hands were clutched to her chest, eyes wide, mouth parted in horror. she wasn’t supposed to be here— not now, not like this, not ever. her sundress fluttered faintly in the breeze, a red and white gingham patterned dress, a thin cream cardigan over her shoulders that did absolutely nothing against the bite in the air.

too cold for a girl like her. too fragile.

he wanted to scold her. what was she doing out here alone, dressed like that? didn’t she know what kind of things roamed the woods at night? didn’t she know what kind of men watched her?

his mind raced, heart pounding behind the blank mask.

she took a shaky step back, stumbling over the uneven ground. her eyes flicked from the knife in his hand to the still body behind him, and her breath hitched.

she was going to run.

caleb took a cautious step forward, slow and deliberate, hands low at his sides. not threatening. not yet. but she didn’t understand— she couldn’t. not with the mask. not with the blood.

“hey,” he breathed behind the mask, voice muffled and desperate, though she couldn’t hear it properly. “don’t run.”

she did anyway. or tried to. her heel caught on a root and she stumbled again, nearly falling.

it was pure instinct really, she spun and bolted, heart thumping in her throat as she picked herself up and ran as fast as she could through the woods, her feet pounding against the earth as she fled.

behind her, the sound of heavy footsteps and ragged breathing echoed through the trees, drawing closer with each passing second. caleb's violet eyes glinted with a cruel, predatory light as he watched his prey flee, a dark thrill surging through him. he could see the fear etched into every line of her body, the way her breath came in short, frantic gasps as she ran.

her hair whipped behind her as she leapt over fallen tree stumps, the rough bark scraping against her palms and leaving faint red lines etched into her soft skin. sharp branches clawed at her cheeks, catching in her hair and snagging the sleeves of her sweater. she barely felt the sting, too consumed by the primal urge to escape the terrifying man pursuing her.

to caleb, she looked like a little bunny, all wide-eyed and panicked, her legs pumping furiously as she zigged and zagged through the dense underbrush. he could hear her heart hammering in her chest, could practically taste the fear radiating from her trembling form. it was intoxicating, invigorating, and he found himself chasing after her with renewed vigor.

his long strides ate up the distance between them, and he could feel himself gaining on her with each passing second. she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide with terror as she caught sight of the masked figure rapidly approaching. a choked sob tore from her throat, spurring her to run even faster.

her voice was pitched with genuine fear, unaware who this man was, only that he was chasing her with the single-minded intent of causing her harm.

caleb could hear the desperation in her voice, the way it wavered and broke on the frigid air. he could see the way her chest heaved with each labored breath, could practically feel her heart pounding in time with his own. he knew she was tiring, knew that her legs would give out soon.

caleb reveled in the thrilling pursuit, his heart pounding with a dark exhilaration as he leisurely chased after his terrified prey. He could have easily overtaken her in an instant, his military training and natural athleticism far surpassing her own meager physical abilities. but he indulged her, letting her believe she had a chance at escape, even as he relished the delicious sounds of her desperate panting and the melodic, if frightened, cries spilling from her pretty lips.

to him, she was a vision of helpless beauty, her dark hair whipping wildly behind her as she stumbled through the underbrush. like a frightened little bunny, he mused, watching her legs pump furiously and her eyes dart about, wide and fearful. he could see the way her dress, a delicate gingham print, fluttered against her thighs with each panicked stride. it was almost a shame to see such a lovely garment marred by the occasional green smudge of grass and dirt, clinging to the fabric as she ran.

caleb's eyes narrowed as he watched her approach a fallen tree trunk, its gnarled roots stretching out like the skeletal fingers of some long-buried creature. he could see the poorly timed jump coming from a mile away, could practically predict the precise moment she would lose her footing. and yet, he made no move to stop her, no attempt to warn her of the impending fall.

as he suspected, her foot caught on a gnarled root, sending her tumbling to the ground in a tangle of flailing limbs and startled cries. caleb slowed his pace, his heart clenching unexpectedly as he watched her pretty dress ride up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs to the cold air and the unforgiving forest floor. her knees, he noted with a pang of something almost akin to tenderness, were already littered with thin red lines, the scratches a testament to her desperate flight.

approaching her, deliberately, caleb reached out and settled a large, gloved hand around the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her silky hair. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, could hear the way her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to scramble away from him. but he held her firm, his grip tightening just enough to keep her pinned to the ground, to remind her of his strength.

caleb grimaced as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him, her desperate attempts to escape only serving to annoy and frustrate him further. the sight of her skin, now scraped and scratched from her collision with the forest floor, only added to his growing exasperation.

with a low grunt, he move to step on her dress with a large, dirty boot, further restricting her movement and ability to escape.

“shhh,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble beneath the grotesque mask. “you're only makin’ this harder for yourself." despite his gentle words, there was an unmistakable edge to his tone, a dark warning that went unheeded by his squirming prey.

she, however, failed to heed his unspoken advice, continuing to thrash and struggle, her small fists pummeling weakly at his arms ands legs as she tried to push him away.

caleb gritted his teeth, a low growl building in his throat as he fought the urge to simply pin her down by force, to overwhelm her with his superior strength until she submitted.

but she was relentless in her desperation, her fear lending her a strength she might not have otherwise possessed. caleb could feel her heart racing beneath her dress, could hear the ragged, terrified gasps of air escaping her pretty lips as she panted with exertion and fear.

caleb's patience snapped like a frayed rope. with a sharp, frustrated hiss, he reached for the knife at his belt, the blade glinting cold and menacing in the fading light. he pressed the tip against the delicate skin of her shoulder, feeling it yield beneath the unrelenting pressure.

a choked scream filled the air, her body going rigid beneath him as the realization of her true danger crashed over her like a wave. but caleb paid her no heed, his focus solely on pinning his little bunny to the ground, on ending her foolish struggles once and for all.

caleb's violet eyes glinted with a dark, almost feverish light as he watched the knife pierce her delicate skin, a thin line of crimson welling up around the invasive blade. he could feel her trembling beneath him, could hear the ragged, terrified sobs spilling from her lips as he forced the knife deeper, the metal sinking into the soft earth with a sickening squelch.

but caleb was not a cruel man, not truly, at least not with her. he knew he had to be careful, had to ensure that his little bunny remained unharmed, save for the necessary wounds to keep her pinned and at his mercy.

he thought of her as a delicate butterfly, one that he longed to pin to a board, to preserve for all eternity. the image sent a perverse thrill through him, a dark desire to claim her, to possess her completely.

with a final, brutal twist, caleb forced the blade through the dirt, the knife now standing upright and pinning her shoulder to the ground. she let out a choked whimper, her body going pliant beneath him as the last vestiges of her strength drained away. caleb could feel the heat of her skin, the way her pulse raced beneath his fingertips as he pressed down on her, keeping her immobilize.

“shhh…” he murmured again, his voice a low, soothing rumble beneath the lifeless mask. “you gotta be still, now. fightin’ will only make this harder for you." he traced the line of her jaw with a gloved finger, marveling at the way her skin felt beneath the supple leather, at the delicate curve of her chin.

caleb's gaze raked over the length of her body, taking in the way her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs, the way her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo. he could imagine her, forever preserved in this moment, a pretty bug pinned to a velvet board, her wings forever spread in a futile attempt at escape.

the thought sent a dark, possessive thrill through him, a deep longing to claim her, to keep her, to make her his for eternity. he knew it was a sinful, twisted desire, but he couldn't help the way his heart raced at the mere idea of owning this beautiful creature, of watching her tremble and squirm.

“’m not gonna hurt you. not really." the lie rolled off his tongue like honey, smooth and sweet, even as his heart raced with a dark, twisted excitement.

the sudden scent of urine assaulted his nostrils, the acrid aroma of her fear and humiliation filling the air between them. caleb's gaze flicked down, taking in the dark stain spreading across the fabric of her panties, the damp patch growing larger and more prominent with each passing second. the moisture had seeped through the thin cotton, leaving a telling wet spot on the dirt beneath her trembling form.

“you’ve made a mess, haven't you?" caleb taunted, a cruel edge to his voice as he pointed out her shameful display. “like a little kid, pissin’ herself in fear. do i really scare you that much?.” he tsked, shaking his head in mock disapproval even as a perverse thrill ran through him at the sight of her debasement.

all that left her was a pathetic whimper , her cheeks flushing a deep, mortified red beneath the dirt and tears streaking her face. she tried weakly to close her legs, to hide the evidence of her fear, but caleb was having none of it.

he pressed the toe of his boot firmly against her thigh, the rough leather digging into her soft flesh as he forced her legs apart, keeping her shamefully exposed.

“please," she begged, her voice breaking on a pathetic, choked sob. “d-don’t—“ tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her temples and disappearing into her hair. she was utterly humiliated, her pride and dignity stripped away, leaving her raw and vulnerable beneath his merciless gaze.

caleb could feel the way her thigh trembled beneath his boot, could sense the desperate, futile way she strained against the knife pinning her down. he knew she was trying to close her legs, to hide the dark stain of her shame, but he wouldn't allow it. no, he wanted her to feel the full force of her humiliation, wanted her to know that he saw her, that he knew the true depths of her fear. that he still loved her regardless.

unable to resist, caleb reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, his fingers curling around the bunched up fabric. with a sharp, brutal tug, he yanked the skirt up and over, exposing her stained panties and the creamy skin of her thighs to the chilly night air. he could see the way the flimsy cotton clung to her slit, the dampness spreading like a sickening rorschach test.

“dirty girl.”

as she thrashed and struggled, her foot caught on the bottom of caleb’s mask, the rough edge catching and tugging. for a moment, the mask threatened to lift up completely, to reveal the identity of her attacker. it lifted just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face, his mouth and the firm frown now settled on dry lips.

caleb cursed under his breath, his hand flying up to grip the mask, holding it firmly in place even as he glared down at her with a look of pure, unadulterated anger and frustration.

“fuckin’ squirmy brat," caleb snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl.

he pressed down harder on the knife handle pinning her shoulder, forcing a pained cry from her lips. the sound only fueled caleb's twisted lust, his cock twitching in his pants as he reveled in her suffering.

he could feel her trembling beneath him, could sense the way her body instinctively tried to shy away from his touch. but there was no escape, no respite from the nightmare she now found herself in.

“don’t cry now, bunny,” caleb mocked, his thumb rubbing cruel circles over her clothed slit, feeling the heat of her skin even through the soaked fabric. “i’m not doin’ anythin’ you don’t want.”

caleb could feel the dampness seeping through the thin cotton, could sense the way her body betrayed her, responding to his touch despite her fear and revulsion.

she whimpered pathetically, fresh tears leaking from her eyes as she stared up at her attacker with a look of utter desperation. “please," she begged, her voice hoarse and broken, “please, don't do this. i won’t tell anyone, i swear. j-just let me go."

a harsh, barking laugh tore from his throat, devoid of any true humor. “you beg so prettily. i think you're just a brat who needs to be put in her place, isn’t that right?”

caleb fisted a hand in her hair, forcing her to ‘nod’ in response to his line of questioning. it only forced another whine and whimper past her lips.

he pressed his thumb harder against her slit, rubbing the sensitive nerves through the damp fabric until she was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking and jerking in a futile attempt to escape.

caleb's other hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, his fingers curling beneath the elastic as he began to tug the garment down. she let out a choked sob, her hands scrabbling against the dirt and leaves beneath her as she tried to stop him, to hold the last barrier between them in place.

but it was no use. with a sharp, brutal yank, caleb tore the panties down her thighs, leaving them tangled around her knees.

his breath came in harsh, ragged pants as he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, his desperation to claim his prize overriding any semblance of control. he could feel the heat of his own arousal burning through him, his cock throbbing and aching for the tight, warm embrace of her most intimate depths.

this was all he’d ever wanted.

with a low, animalistic growl, caleb fisted his hand in her hair once more, gripping the tresses tightly as he forced her head to the side. her cheek pressed against the cold, damp earth, the soil clinging to her flushed skin as she whimpered, still squirming uselessly.

“stop movin’, you’re going to make a bigger mess.”

straddling her hips at least somewhat, caleb freed his straining erection from the confines of his pants, the thick length slapping against the smooth skin of her thigh with an obscene sound. precum leaked from the swollen, purplish head, smearing a sticky trail of moisture across her flesh as he ground his hips against hers.

she let out a choked sob, her body shaking with the force of her terror and disgust. she could feel the heat radiating from his cock, could sense the way it throbbed and pulsed with a life of its own. the knowledge of his intent, of the violation he meant to inflict upon her, made her want to scream, to claw at the earth and beg for mercy.

but caleb was beyond mercy, beyond reason. he could only think of one thing, could only focus on the primal, all-consuming need to claim this defiant little brat, to make her his in the most brutal and primal way possible.

bringing his fingers to his mouth, caleb sucked on them, coating the digits with his saliva. he could taste the salt of her tears, the bitter tang of her fear, and it only spurred him on further, only made him more determined to take what he wanted.

with a rough, brutal motion, caleb forced his slick fingers between her thighs, lewdly smearing his saliva on her cunt, using a thumb to circle her little entrance. sloppily, he lined his throbbing, aching cock to her hole, gritting his teeth as he heard her begin to wail.

with that, caleb drove forward with a brutal, animalistic snarl, the thick head of his cock pushing past her dry, clenched folds. he could feel her tightness, could sense the way her virgin walls resisted his invasion, clinging desperately to the last shreds of her innocence.

but caleb was too far gone, too consumed by his own lust to care about her pain, her suffering.

he set a punishing, relentless pace, his hips slamming against her with each brutal thrust. the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with her anguished cries and caleb's own harsh, ragged pants.

he could feel every inch of her tight, hot cunt gripping his cock like a vice, and it only spurred him on, only made him fuck into her harder, deeper, with a ferocity that bordered on violent.

she screamed, her voice raw and hoarse from the pain and the cruel, relentless assault on her most intimate place. she could feel every excruciating inch of caleb's cock stretching her, splitting her open, as he rutted into her like an animal in heat. the knife in her shoulder jostled with each brutal thrust, sending bolts of agony radiating through her arm and down her spine.

but even through the pain, she could feel something else, a traitorous spark of pleasure that made her want to scream even louder, to wail her torment to the uncaring sky above. it was a sick, twisted reaction, her body betraying her as the man used her for his own sick gratification.

“shhh, no one can hear you here. ‘wouldn’t want to attract a big, scary animal when you’re in such a state, hm?”

he could feel her shiver beneath him at his words, biting her tongue as she sobbed and cried.

so, so cute.

caleb could hear the way her screams took on a different pitch, a higher, more desperate sound that sent a dark thrill through his veins. he had imagined this moment countless times, had pictured her just like this— naked, helpless, and screaming her pleasure even as he violated her. he had stroked his cock to the thought of her, had spilled his seed on the stolen mitten and her pretty polaroid, imagining the way she would sound, the way she would feel wrapped around him.

“you’re just as pretty as i thought," caleb grunted, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. “such a good little brat, screaming for me like this. i knew you'd be a screamer, known it from the moment i first saw you."

caleb could feel the sudden, sharp tension that gripped her body as the realization dawned on her with his careless slip. the tight clench of her inner walls around his pistoning cock became almost painfully exquisite, her muscles fluttering and grasping as if trying to expel the unwanted invader.

he gritted his teeth against the sudden resistance, his hips stuttering briefly before he forced himself to maintain the brutal, punishing pace.

she remained silent aside from her sobs, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps and muffled whimpers. the knowledge that this attack was not the random act of a stranger, but a targeted assault by someone who knew her, had been watching her, hung heavy in the air between them.

caleb knew he should be more careful, and yet… he enjoyed the thought of her being more wary, constantly looking over her shoulder, horrified that her stalker and rapist would come around the corner and hunt her down again.

leaning in closer, caleb brought his masked face down to hover mere inches above hers. through the eyes, he could see the wide, horrified eyes staring back at him, the whites glinting in the moonlight. he could feel her breath, hot and ragged, puffing against the cold plastic of his mask. he knew she couldn't see his face, not truly, but he wanted her to know he was there, that he was the one violating her, claiming her.

“ease up, bunny," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble even as his hand slid up to grip her thigh. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading, reminding her of his strength, his dominance. “you’re only making this harder on yourself."

he could see the confusion and fear warring in her eyes, could sense the way her mind raced with questions she dared not ask. he knew she wanted to know why, wanted to understand the reason behind this sick, twisted assault. but caleb had no intention of explaining himself, of giving her the closure she craved.

instead, he wanted to savour this moment, to revel in the power he held over her. he had dreamed of this for so long, had fantasized about the way she would feel, the way she would sound as he took her. and now, here she was, pinned beneath him, her body yielding to his every brutal thrust.

“kiss me.”

caleb could sense her confusion, could see the way her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of his gruff command. she let out a weak, choked sound, her voice hoarse from screaming and the dirt clinging to her tear-stained cheeks.

“b-but—“ she sputtered weakly, her words trailing off into a muffled whimper.

a grin twisted Caleb's lips beneath the mask as he reached up with his free hand, tapping against the large, downturned mouth carved into the plastic. he traced the curved line, his thumb pressing against the cold, smooth surface, before he pressed his own lips together in a mocking imitation of a kiss beneath the mask, not that she could see.

“kiss me," caleb repeated, his voice a low, menacing rasp, a demand. “i wanna feel your pretty lips on mine. don’t make me ask twice."

he could see the way her chest heaved with panicked, shallow breaths, the way her tearful eyes searched his masked face for any hint of mercy.

even with the dirt smudging her fair skin and the few stray scratches marring her delicate features, even with her hair a wild, mussed tangle around her face, caleb found her more beautiful than he ever had before.

she was a vision of debased, defiled perfection, a fallen angel splayed out beneath him, her wings clipped and broken. the sight of her like this, the knowledge that he was the one to bring her so low, sent a dark, possessive thrill through caleb's veins. he wanted to mark her, to claim her in every way possible, to make her his for all eternity.

she let out a choked sob, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she shook her head weakly.

with a pointed thrust, he growled again, his patience wearing thin. his hand slid up to grip her chin, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he forced her head to turn towards him. he could feel the way she trembled, could sense the desperate, futile way she tried to pull away. But he held

she hesitated, her lower lip trembling violently as she stared at the downturned mouth of the mask hovering before her. with a shuddering, reluctant motion, she leaned in, pressing her soft, tear-stained lips against the cold, unyielding plastic. a choked sob escaped her as she did, her breath hitching and catching in her throat.

caleb's eyes widened in shock beneath the mask at the feeling of her lips against his own, even through the barrier of plastic and fabric. the shy, hesitant gesture sent a bolt of electricity through him, igniting a fire in his core that he couldn't hope to extinguish. unable to resist the urge, caleb found himself pressing his own lips back against the inside of the mask, as if he could feel the ghost of her kiss, the phantom pressure of her mouth against his own.

it was too much, too intense, too perfect. the sensation of finally claiming her lips, even in such a way, of marking her in the most intimate way possible, coupled with the tight, fluttering clench of her cunt around his pistoning cock, pushed caleb over the precipice.

with a guttural, animalistic groan that echoed through the mask and into the night air, caleb came, his hips jerking and stuttering as he spilled his hot, thick seed deep inside of her.

his nails dug into the soft flesh of her sides, the sharp points of his gloves biting into her skin hard enough to leave marks, to brand her as his own. caleb could feel her own body convulsing beneath him, her legs quivering and shaking as her own release washed over her. the walls of her pussy clenched and fluttered around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop of his essence.

she let out a strangled, broken cry, her back arching off the ground as her orgasm crashed through her. tears streamed down her face, her chest heaving with ragged, painful breaths as she came undone beneath caleb, her body betraying her with the force of her unwanted pleasure.

caleb could only groan in dark ecstasy as he pumped load after load of his hot cum into her spasming cunt, filling her up until she was dripping with his seed.

he had dreamed of this moment for so long, had fantasized about claiming her, violating her, and now it was finally happening. she was finally his in every way that mattered.

caleb remained still, buried deep inside her spasming heat, as he listened to her muffled sobs and whimpers. her body twitched and shuddered around him, hypersensitive from the brutal, unwanted pleasure he had forced upon her. he could feel every clench, every flutter of her inner walls as she tried to adjust to the thick, heavy load of his seed sloshing inside her.

a dark, possessive part of caleb reveled in her distress, in the knowledge that he had broughther to such a broken, shattered state. he knew she probably feared for her life, probably believed that he meant to snuff out her existence as easily as he had violated her body. but Caleb had no intention of killing her, not when he had so much more planned for her.

no, everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her.

caleb gritted his teeth as he felt her body beginning to still, her sobs fading into hiccuping, shuddering breaths. with a low, reluctant groan, he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her cunt, the obscene sound of their mixed fluids filling the air as he withdrew.

she let out a choked, pained whimper as caleb’s cock slipped free of her battered body, a fresh gush of cum leaking out of her abused hole to trickle down the curve of her ass. she made a feeble attempt to close her legs, to cover herself, but caleb was quicker. he stepped forward, his boot pressing down on her thigh, pinning her beneath his heel and keeping her trapped, all spread open for his viewing pleasure.

caleb tucked himself away with quick, efficient motions, his pants and mask slipping back into place as he loomed over her broken form. he could see the way she stared up at him with a mix of fear and confusion, her tearful eyes searching his masked face for answers, for some hint of his intentions.

a sigh escaped caleb’s lips hearing her go back to her pathetic begging, pitiful and annoying as he finished adjusting himself.

he wanted to shake her, to scream at her that she was being foolish, that he would never dream of ending her life.

didn't she understand that everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her? that everything he did was a necessary evil, that even hurting her was needed so she could understand what would happen if he wasn’t there watching over her?

but she was too blind, too stupid to see the truth. she could only focus on her own fear, on the pain and humiliation of being violated in such a brutal manner. caleb knew he would have to be patient, would have to guide her gently towards the path of enlightenment.

with a grunt of effort, caleb reached down and wrapped his fingers around the handle of the knife protruding from her shoulder. she let out a sharp, pained cry as he slowly, carefully eased the blade out of her flesh, a small trickle of blood welling up in its wake.

“shh, quiet now," caleb murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble even as he discarded the knife to the side. “i’m not gonna kill you yet.” he ran a hand through his hair, the dark strands slightly disheveled from their brutal coupling. “i like to play with my food first.”

caleb then bent down, his masked face hovering over hers as removed his boot from her thigh. she let out a shuddering breath as the pressure against her leg eased, as the crumpled fabric of her dress was released from beneath his heel.

“now, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about this," caleb hummed, his voice threatening. “promise me that you'll keep this our little secret, just between us, alright bunny?”

caleb watched with an amused smile as she violently nodded her head, her tear-stained face twisting in a mixture of horror and desperate agreement. she forced herself to sit up, her movements clumsy and pained as she stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes.

the sight of her, bruised and battered, her dress torn and hiked up around her hips, sent a strange sensation through caleb's chest. he found her so damn cute like this, so utterly adorable in her fear and distress. he wanted nothing more than to lean down and capture her lips with his own once more, to claim her mouth in a searing kiss that would leave no doubt as to who she belonged to.

but he resisted the urge, knowing that he had to be smart, had to play this just right. he couldn't let her know that he was the one behind the mask, the one who had violated and defiled her so thoroughly. not yet, anyway.

instead, he nudged her thigh with the toe of his boot, the casual, almost playful gesture a stark contrast to the brutal way he had just used her.

“run, little bunny," caleb taunted, his voice a low, mocking rumble. “run as fast as you can, before I change my mind and decide to have some more fun with you."

she shuddered at the threat, her body jerking as if physically struck. she didn't need to be told twice.

with a choked sob, she scrambled to her feet, her legs shaking and threatening to give out beneath her. she cast one last terrified glance up at Caleb, at the imposing figure looming over her, before she turned and stumbled away.

caleb watched her go, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her retreating form disappear into the shadows of the woods. he knew she wouldn't tell anyone, knew that his sweet little bunny was too smart to risk his wrath again. she was a good girl, his girl, and he knew she would keep this their special secret.

her lingered in the quiet hush of the woods, shadows stretching long beneath the fading twilight long after she was out of sight, lost in thoughts of her.

a slow, almost tender smile curved beneath the ghostface mask. soon, he would stand before her as himself— caleb— no mask, no darkness. just a man who loved her more than reason.

tomorrow, when he finds her at the café— eyes weary, hands trembling— she’ll have no choice but to lean on him. he’ll be the shoulder she cries on, the calm in her chaos, welcoming her with open arms that know no refusal.

he imagined her cheeks flushed with quiet trauma, her wide eyes searching, needing comfort. she would need him, and he would be there— a steady harbour in the storm of her fear. his arms would wrap around her like a shield, warm and unwavering.

the words he would speak were already rehearsed in his mind— soft promises, whispered only for her ears, meant to soothe the trembling inside her, to remind her she was never alone. because caleb knew her better than anyone. he knew exactly what she needed.

the forest held its breath as he exhaled slowly, the scent of pine and earth grounding the obsession that drove him— a love fierce enough to shatter the silence of the night.

she would need him. she would come to him. and when she did, he’d be waiting.

ghostface caleb i lobe u... my door is literally wide open. i've been working on this for awhile but i don't think i'm the best person to put my ideas into writing because i get so repetitive and i always end up losing the plot. maybe if i proofread my works before posting i would eliminate this issue however i would like to save myself the embarrassment.

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