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A sharpened wheeze erupted through Vinces sore throat as a boot came into contact with his abdomen, knocking him out of the seat of his car and rolling onto the road. Tiny and sharp pebbles dug into his skin, leaving small red lines as Vinces body came into contact with them.
Once he had made a full stop on the ground, he let out a violent cough as the pain in his stomach flourished and his eyes began to water. He could feel blood leaving the sole of his shoe where Ghostface had stabbed his foot leaking onto the ground, barely illuminated by the lights of his car in the dark and foggy night.
Why? Why did he of all people had to be attacked by Woodsboro’s infamous serial killer; Ghostface? What the hell did he do to deserve this?
Well, Vince could think of a few things that could label him as a dick and an asshole… but none of those things were enough for him to deserve death from a bloodthirsty murderer!!
Fuck, Vince had to call for help. He reached one of his shaky and trembling hands down to grab his phone from his back pocket, but gasped in shock when he felt it was empty. A small flash of light then illuminated off of the ground, Vince whipping his head up to see his phone a few feet away from him.
His phone must’ve got knocked out of his pocket when Ghostface kicked him out the door, and it was his only way to call for help besides screaming his lungs hoarse (an easy way to die in his opinion).
Uttering a curse under his breath, Vince reached his arm forward and made his attempt to crawl towards his phone. He would’ve got up and ran towards his phone, or ran to one of the houses nearby and pounded at their doors for their help. But after Ghostface stabbed his foot; he wasn’t going anywhere.
He had almost made it to his phone before he felt a sudden weight pin his thighs to the ground, he gasped as his pained stomach pressed into the hard and rough ground and let out a cry of pain. He tried to swing his arms back and fight against the killer behind him, but it seems Ghostface was already one step ahead of him.
The white masked killer grabbed both of the arms that had tried to hit him and pinned them behind Vinces back, using one entire hand to hold the wrists together.
Ghostface tutted the man pinned to the ground before him, a sigh following shortly after. “Oh Vince….” He cooed, shaking his cloaked head from side to side while he free arm dipped underneath his cloak. “Oh Vince, Vince, Vince. All bark and no bite, I thought you’d put up a better fight here.”
“F- Fuck you!!!” Vince spat back at the killer, trying to struggle his way out of the killers grip despite the pain. “The fuck do y- you want from me?!?”
“That’s none of your concern, Vincey.” Ghostface hummed the degrading nickname with venom in his scratchy voice. “Now… while killing you was my direct plan..”
The killer pulled a small loop of rope out from the darkness of his robes, looping the rough material around Vinces wrists with just one hand and tightening it with both quickly before Vinces could struggle out. “I think fucking you up is much better.” He said with a sinister cackle. “Imagine how funny it’ll be when people find out that big and tough guy Vince was taken down and had his virginity taken by the Woodsboro killer. Ohhh you’ll be so humiliated.”
Vince felt his heart sink to the floor and his eyes go wide at Ghostfaces words. Vir-… Virginity? No… N- No…. h- he.. he wasn’t thinking of doing..
This was where Vince truly began to panic, now thrashing in his binds and attempting to lodge the killer off of him once again. “N- N- No!! NO!! W- Wait, holyfuckingshit STOP!”
Ghostface groaned in dismay at Vinces loudmouth, grabbing a piece of his cloak sleeve and tearing it off with ease. “Of course you’d be fuckin’ loud..” he utters under his breath while he bent down over Vinces body, forcing his jaw open and shoving it into his mouth. The killer made sure to stuff it in enough that Vince couldn’t spit it out, at least, not easily.
“Alright, that’ll keep your mouth shut.” Ghostface stated with a chest-hitching chuckle, hands now sliding down the males frame until they were cupping his waist.
The killer scoffed. “With a fucking ass like this, I wouldn’t be surprised if people took you for a girl.” He teased, giving the jean-clad bottom a quick smack.
Vince flinched at the pain, fists clenching behind his back sporadically as Ghostfaces hand lingered on his ass. This was gross, this was so, so fucking gross.
He forced out some words that were muffled by the gag, something like pleading coming from his distressed grunts.
Ghostface sighed heavily at the other males gagged words, reaching over and pulling the strip of cloth out. The dark fabric was soaked with Vinces spit, Ghostface luckily pinching onto an area that was dry. “What?” He asked, annoyed.
He gave Vince a few seconds to breathe, before sitting back and letting the man talk.
“L- Look…” Vince started with a stutter, a sign of his fear. “I- I won’t t- tell anyone, okay…? I won’t say anything happened, I- I promise..” Even though it was unlikely, Vince just prayed that Ghostface would take it and let him go.
“Daw, you won’t tell anyone, Vincey?” Ghostface said, completely unfazed by the mans pleading. “Well, I might as well listen since you asked soooo nicely.”
Vince felt his entire body stiffen within moments, utterly shocked that had… actually worked. Ghostface actually listened to him? Holy fuck, he was actually going to survive?
Just when Vince felt like he was safe, he felt Ghostfaces hands grab onto the waistband of his skinny jeans and rip them down without hesitation. He boxers had scuffed down a little bit thanks to his tight jeans, but they soon joined them at his thighs when Ghostface grabbed onto them.
“W- Wait!! W- Wait fucking s- stop!!!” Vince shouted, utterly confused and scared as to what Ghostface was doing. “Y- You said you’d—“
“Not tell anyone?” Ghostface finished his sentence, gloved fingers gripping onto the soft flesh of his ass. He used his thumbs to spread the cheeks, promptly exposing Vince in the worst way possible to him. “Yeah, I know, Vincey. While I would’ve enjoyed spreading videos of you getting your ass fucked alllll over this shitty town; I’ll hold off because you asked so nicely.”
Vinces eyes snapped open and his heart dropped to the pits of hell, his struggling beginning anew once again. “T- This isn’t what I meant! THIS ISN’T WHAT I MEANT!!!” He screamed helplessly, tugging uselessly at his binds. “F- Fuck, let me go!! Let me go!!!”
Ghostface just shook his head, grabbing the wet cloth and shoving it back into Vinces screaming mouth. “Keep quiet, Vincey~” he said in a sing-song voice, his head tilting to the side while he watch Vinces struggle and cry.
Reaching one of his gloved hands down, Ghostface grabbed onto the hem of his cloak and lifted it up. His grip came onto his dark pants and slid them down with ease, his already-hard cock springing out in an instant.
Vince couldn’t see what that killers dick looked like due to the angle he was forced in, but did he really want to see it? He just wanted to sob into the ground into it all ended.
A shiver coursed up his spine when Ghostfaces cock sat between his asscheeks, thrusting against them as the serial killer lightly pushed his hips. He said nothing, just cackled under his breath as he utterly humiliated Vince.
Hands grabbing onto the squishy flesh of his ass, Ghostface spread his cheeks once again so he could position his cock at Vinces hole.
Vince just stood still in fear. He had no idea how other guys had sex, but he knew damn well that he was inexperienced in this position and that Ghostface was about to go in bone-fucking-dry.
He wanted to protest, scream at this man through his gag until the sliver of a chance that Ghostface would grow a braincell and properly prepare him. Unfortunately, before Vince could even get a strangled word out…
Ghostface rammed in with no hesitation.
Vince fucking screamed, head thrown back and eyes widening at the colossal pain ripping through his lower body. His legs kicked and scraped against the harsh ground, which only made the injury in his foot even worse than it was earlier.
Ghostface let out a hiss of pain, obviously disturbed by the crushing pressure around his dick. However, he seemed to persist and continue pushing inside of the unprepared virgin asshole.
A sob wrecked through Vinces throat as Ghostfaces cock finally went to the hilt, cringing slightly as he felt the killers balls rest against his ass. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, the pain becoming way too unbearable for him to handle. Hell, he even felt a liquid drip down from his abused hole, which Vince obviously assumed was blood from the tearing.
“Fuuuuuuck..” Ghostface groaned out , his hands reaching down to grip Vinces arms so he could steady himself. “Goddamn, you’re tighter than I fuckin’ expected….”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?!?
“I mean…” the killer starts like he could read Vinces mind. “… with a fuckin body and character like yourself, I would’ve taken you for a whore.”
Vince sobbed again through his gag, tears trailing down the squished cheek pressed against the bumpy road. He wasn’t a whore…
Ghostface scoffed lightly at Vince’s sob, eyes peering down behind the mask and looking down at the others hole bleeding all over his dick. “Hm, guess I’ll have to change that then, ay?” He crawled over and towered over Vinces body, hand grabbing onto his fucked-up hair and yanking his head off of the ground. “I’ll fuck this damn virgin ass so good that you’ll just be begging for men to come and destroy your little anus.”
Shut up shut up SHUT UP.
Vince couldn’t fight, he couldn’t scream for help, he couldn’t do anything. There was no stopping this, nothing Vince could do to prevent his utter humiliation. Nothing.
With a sob of defeat, letting his hair easily slip from Ghostface’s loosened grip and have his head fall back onto the wet roads; Vince just relented and let it happen. The only thing he made attempts to do was tune it out by remembering the notes to the music he always blasted in his beloved car.
It helped a little bit, Ghostfaces moans and the sound of skin against skin was a little less audible than normal. It wasn’t completely enough to block out all the noise, obviously, but it helped Vince relax and sob quieter.
He had no idea how much time had passed, sometimes felt like hours, sometimes minutes, but Vince entirely unsure. It just felt like the same process in an infinite amount of times, the same amount of pain in his lower region and on his fragile and humiliated ego.
Ghostface leaned down over Vinces body, masked face rested right beside his while one of his gloved hands reached around the other side of his head. Stuffing two fingers deep into his mouth beside the ripped cloth, he let out a drawn out cackle as Vince choked on the two digits.
“I’m close, Vincey~” he coo’s into his ear with that raspy whisper of his voice. “I’m close to completely fucking ruining this little whore ass of yours, soooo damn close to turning you into a cheap whore.”
A high-pitched and weak sob ripped through Vinces throat at Ghostfaces words, tears now spilling down his reddened cheeks like water fountains. He didn’t reply— not like he could— and just continued crying like a weakling into the ground.
The sound of Ghostfaces balls slapping against his destroyed ass only got louder as the killers thrusts only got faster and harder, Vinces music-tuning-out idea no longer working and immediately falling apart when he tried to start the song up again mentally.
It only took a few more bruising and pained thrusts into his guts that Ghostface came, letting out a guttural groan that made Vince cringe violently.
He let out another cry when he felt a disgusting and thick liquid flood his bowels, feeling hot like boiled water and making Vince the most uncomfortable he’s ever been in his entire life. Vince didn’t fight it though, just laid there and took it like a fucking weakling.
It had felt like forever before Ghostface finally stopped, almost like he had blue-balls for fucking forever and was letting out buckets of his disgusting semen. That gave Vince a little bit of a relief knowing that for some reason, thinking that this guy hadn’t gotten some poor sap to give his gross dick a chance before deciding to rape an innocent guy. God, Vince thought about that for a second and whined like a kicked puppy that he was finding comedy of all damn things in his fucking assault.
One hand planted itself on an asscheek, using the soft flesh as leverage to pull his soaked dick out and tuck it back underneath his pants.
Shudders ripped up Vinces spine as he felt the cum shoved up his ass drip out slowly. The exposure to the cool night air made it chill against his skin, another uncomfortable feeling to add to the list.
A hand grabbed onto his shoulder, and Vince whimpered as he just wanted this to be fucking over with. His body was turned onto his back, forced to look up at the killer who was now crouching above his destroyed body.
“That was a fun time, Vincey.” Ghostface said with a cheesy two-fingered salute. “Glad I got to be your first, pretty boy, but this is where I must go.”
He gave a quick swat to Vinces abused ass, laughing as a choked and muffled shriek came in response. “See ya, Vincey! I’ll call ya when Sydney’s out of the picture~” was the last thing he told Vince before sleuthing off into the night, the flowing drapes of his black cloak vanishing into the fog without a trace.
Vince was shaking and sobbing, partly because it was over, and partly because he was violated like that with no way to defend himself.
Ghostface didn’t even bother to pull out the makeshift gag and untie his wrists, just leaving Vince to sit in the middle of the road. It was another form of humiliation; he was naked, exposed in ways he never knew would happen to him, he was practically like a dead deer in the middle of a forest road for some poor guy to find in shock.
And find him a person did. Vince stayed in that position, sobbing and crying his eyes out to the point he was creating a puddle on the road at the dismay of his situation; when a sudden light flashed from across the road.
Someone must’ve noticed the prolonged brightness of his car lights being left on, and exited their home to investigate. A woman in a robe took a few steps out onto her front porch and gasped so loud that Vince could hear it despite how far he was in the road.
The woman turned over her shoulder while running across the road, screaming the name of a man— probably her husband— to call nine-one-one and an ambulance. Another person— again, most likely the husband— stepped out on the porch to see what the woman was screaming about, but immediately dashed back inside once he saw Vinces shuddering corpse.
He felt the woman lift him up to sit, pulling the gag out of his mouth while asking who did this to him. She most definitely knew who did this, considering Ghostface was known to be back and was running rampant, but Vince assumed she just wanted confirmation.
Its not like Vince replied though, he just rested his head on the woman’s shoulder and continued to sob there. Vinces lack of response and crying seemed to be enough of an answer to the woman, and she practically cradled him in her arms until an ambulance arrived down the road along with two police cars.
He was taken into the ambulance and rushed to the hospital, one police cruiser staying behind so the two officers inside could interview the woman and her wife, while the other followed the ambulance to the E.R.
Vince barely remembered what had happened after that, and he assumed he knocked out due to the blood loss in his foot and the shock and trauma of his rape. He only remembered the blurry and bright lights of the ambulance and the woman pleading the medical professionals who came out of the vehicle for help. After that, it all went pitch black and quiet.
He woke up in a hospital bed, a doctor standing right next to him and talking to a nurse. The doctor noticed and greeted him warmly, sitting down on a hospital chair and explaining what had happened to him.
Vince sort of tuned that all out, the last thing he needed to know was the details of his assault that happened the previous night. Its not like he didn’t know what happened to him. Not wanting to seem rude though, Vince just decided to nod to all she was saying in an attempt to make it look like he was listening to her.
After what seemed to be around an hour and a half of explaining, two hospital doors opened at the end of the room and two officers walked in with a few items Vince couldn’t quite recognize. Vince finally decided there that he needed to stop tuning things out for a while, knowing damn well he would need to listen to these officers.
The officers introduced themselves as Officer Dewey Riley and Officer Judy Hicks, Dewey attempted to shake hands with Vince but was only met with an uncomfortable gaze and and a small shudder. The disturbing silence was awkward enough that Dewey pulled back and didn’t say anything about it, luckily.
Dewey and Judy were sat down in chairs on the other side of Vinces bed, the doctor explaining the two slides of what had occurred to Vince. He assumed she was showing them this for the Ghostface investigation, knowing that two people involved in the previous Ghostface cases would obviously be needing as much information on his return so they could reprimand him as quickly as possible.
It was clear that it had been Ghostface who attacked him, and he nodded almost instantly when they asked him just to make sure. A slight hint of unnerve coiled up in his stomach as their expressions changed, both with a different form of guilt towards Vince.
Officer Dewey just looked uncomfortable, knowing that sexual assault wasn’t a new thing for the Ghostface killers (apparently there was a rumor about the original two killers doing something similar?) but this being a completely new level for them. As for Officer Judy, she looked… sad, and sympathetic towards Vince and his fear.
Officer Judy also seemed to notice that Vince acted a little bit more uncomfortable and unnerved when Dewey asked him questions, always looking between the two and noticing the differences to when either she or Dewey asked a question. She could obviously tell that Vince was… scared.
After a few more questions, Officer Judy stood up and asked the doctor if it was alright if her and Dewey could leave for a moment so she and Vince could do questions one-on-one.
The doctor gave a glance towards Dewey, then looking back at her and accepting her offer after some thinking. She sat up from her chair and dusted off her white coat, walking over to Dewey and leading him out of the room.
It felt weird to think about but… after Officer Dewey had left, Vince felt… much safer. He had no idea why, and he was really hoping this wasn’t going to be another thing to add to his internal ‘things I’ll have to talk about in therapy’ list.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Vince noticed Judy was twiddling her thumbs while looking like she was contemplating what she was going to say next. With a few short breaths, she lifted her head up and asked Vince as politely as he’d ever hear if he could explain what happened to her. She also told him that he didn’t have to explain if he didn’t want to.
Vince’s head flinched upwards towards her, eyes widening a bit in some stupid spark of hope. He nodded after a few short moments, grabbing his shoulders and hugging himself before saying he wanted to, just couldn’t bring himself to say it in front of the other officer for some reason.
Judy replied with that she understood, and explained to him that it was a normal reaction to have in these types of situations. She called him a trooper for his bravery, saying that he was going to be okay and he won’t be hurt again. That made Vince feel a bit better.
He then began to explain the entire encounter to Judy, pausing every few seconds so she could finish writing it down in her notepad with quick writing and precision. Judy would sometimes pause her writing as well when she noticed Vince was about to cry, placing her notepad and pen down so she could rub Vinces back. She would comfort him until his tears would stop and he was able to continue with the story.
Once he had finished everything up, making sure to give certain details to Judy that he may have missed (like how this Ghostface was confirmed to be a biological male, so that ruled out a few suspects).
Dewey and the doctor were soon called back into the room once Judy had everything finalized with Vince. She walked over to Dewey and before he could even ask, Judy told him that she would explain everything later. Vince honestly didn’t mind if Judy told him, as long as he didn’t have to say it himself.
Eventually the two left with condolences to Vince and his recovery, Vince thanking them both as they were walking out the door.
The doctor then explained to Vince that he had a few check-ups later, and that he should rest until then while she got other things sorted with some of the nurses. Vince nodded reluctantly and she left shortly after, leaving Vince in his hospital room all alone.
He looked over to the small table beside his bed and saw his phone, sort of surprised that someone— probably one of the officers— must’ve brought it to him. Vince reached over and grabbed it off of the table, turning it on and glancing at his notifications.
Vinces expression then turned confused as almost forty messages from his friends and family filled his screen, all full of caps and question marks. Most of them messages consisted of ‘VINCE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?’ or ‘Vince holy shit are you okay????’
Vince was confused as to what they were talking about. Did they get informed that he was injured and in the hospital? Or were they just worried that he never called to tell them he made it home safely after their hang-out the other night?
One of his buddies sent him a link in one message, one underneath it reading. ‘Vince holy fucking shit, this is so fucked up.’
Vince clicked on the link, and in the back of his head; he was thinking that the worst had happened and was absolutely praying that it hadn’t.
Unfortunately, the thought at the back of Vinces was completely right. Pressing on the link had taken him to an internet video showing….
his fucking rape.
Ghostface had recorded it all, he recorded it all and posted it to the fucking internet where everyone in Woodsboro could see. His friends, his family, everyone fucking saw it.
His phone slowly slipped from his loosening grip, falling out of his hand and crashing onto the floor. He was sure it had cracked and broke, but Vince could not give a damn.
Tears returned to stream down his faces, eyes wide and mouth agape as Ghostface had completely humiliated him one last time.
Vince didn’t say anything, nor did he do anything about his most likely broken phone on the floor. He just laid back down, his shaking and crying completely returning to him and worsening his condition. He lifted his hospital bed pillow up to his face, hugging it close before proceeding to scream into it as loudly as possible. The cushiony pillow helped muffle out his shouts and cries, but he was definitely sure nurses or doctors passing his room would hear and get worried.
Again, Vince didn’t care. The only thing he cared about now was getting out of this hospital, finding out where that Sydney Prescott girl was and join her and whoever the hell else in finding that masked-fucking-bastard and getting rid of him.
All Vince wanted was to smash that motherfuckers face into the ground until he stopped breathing, and make sure that he would never, ever be hurt again.