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Here we go again, the same helpless routine you did everyday. Come to class, write down the notes shown on the board, and casually glance at him when he wasn’t looking, just letting time pass by.
Just how much more pathetic could you get? Having such strong feelings towards him and yet you never once tried to talk to him, but it’s not like he even knew you exist. And even if you did try to talk to him, what would you have to talk about? The weather? The class? Everything that came out of your mouth sounded ridiculous, and you knew how terrible you were at small talk. So why even bother trying?
Then the bell finally rang. Thank goodness.
With the class being over, you packed away your belongings in your bag, tossing it over your shoulder as you stood up, pushing the chair in. You weren’t too outward with people, in fact, you were the complete opposite, Doing everything in your power to be unnoticed, never making much of an impression as you just kept to yourself, such a shy and timid girl you were.
The day was done, and you were off, walking through crowds of people into the subway just to get back to your house. The day was long enough with your classes, and you needed a day to rest back at home, maybe a quick nap before you had to get your homework done.
You were lucky enough to find an available seat. Relaxing a bit as you held onto your bag and rested the other hand in your lap, you listened to the background noise of soft chatter amongst the people around you as you were deep in your thoughts.
A hand reached over to touch your shoulder, you reacted by raising your head up quickly.
“Ah excuse me miss, but your zipper is open” an older lady looked down at you, smiling in a sympathetic manner. You returned the gesture, quickly closing the zipper on your bag.
“Oh, I didn't notice! Thank you…” you felt a bit foolish for not noticing that earlier. But somewhere inside that train, you were being watched, even though you didn’t notice them, they would make sure you would notice them sooner or later.
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I could always feel her eyes on me, the fact she liked me. Me of all people? Even with all the other guys or girls at our school and she would look my way. I was surprised to see someone like her was really into me. It was such a blessing and so I had to take my chance once I saw it.
I always made sure to come into class early just so I could see her walk in. She was just so into her own world, not worried about others or trying to fit in with any of the popular groups. Everyone was loud and obnoxious, always needing to make themselves known like a bunch of assholes. But not her, everything she did was so genuine and so soothing.
She was just like me, I had to get to know her more.
So I began to follow her, as much as I could without looking weird. Sometimes she’d forget her pen, or even leave small doodles at her desk. Funny enough, it caused me to have a habit of collecting the tiny things she’d leave behind.
Of course it didn’t take long for dad and Quinn to notice my little hobby. I still remember how embarrassed I felt explaining to dad why I had a collection of her photos in my drawer. I’m just glad they both laughed it off and found it funny, but they don’t know how truly special she was to me.
It was actually nice, seeing how different she was compared to my family.
Finally the day came as I had everything prepared to see her, I’m gonna tell her how I felt. It HAD to be today.
It wasn’t too hard to figure out where she lived, seeing as how she’d get up from her desk to use the restroom, and her bag all alone with no care. It made me worry of someone else going through her stuff without her knowing, or if they’d try to follow and harm her. No, I couldn’t let that happen. That wouldn’t happen.
I had to make sure there wasn’t anyone else, there couldn’t be anyone else. I’d known once we’d be together she wouldn’t need to worry about that sort of thing.
The thought of us being alone together made me feel such horrendous things I don’t think was normal.
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Finally, after you got off the train you were walking home. It seemed to harshly rain but luckily you brought your umbrella, holding it to protect you from getting soaked. Rummaging your coat pocket for your key, you wrapping your fingers around the small piece of metal.
You were looking forward to coming home, it was Friday and the weekend was finally here. You wouldn’t have to feel awkward at school for a little while at least, you can just enjoy being at home for now.
You kept walking until you saw the building you had been temporarily renting at, it wasn’t insanely big but it was enough to make you feel comfortable at home while still being close to your school. You put your key into the lock, getting inside as you quickly closed your umbrella, your cheeks and finger tips felt incredibly numb but you didn’t mind it too much.
You shut the door, then went over to the building’s stairs. Sure, you could take the elevator, but you only lived on the second floor, and even then, it wasn’t too far. You enjoyed the silence of your walks, regardless of where you went.
You put the umbrella back in your bag, moving your hand as you searched for your apartment key, and as you made it to your floor, you couldn’t help but notice in the corner of your eye that the front door was open. You raised your head up, looking side to side very slowly as it seemed silent, too silent. You figured that your roommate was home, and you knew that sometimes they would have trouble remembering to lock the doors. Rolling your eyes, you placing your hand on the handle as you took a step inside, shutting and locking the door behind you.
“God damn it…” you muttered in annoyance. Sliding your shoes off to set them next to the door, you pulled your coat off your shoulders and hung it along with your bag on the floor. You went to the kitchen, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you placed it on the counter, you got yourself a glass of water.
Yawning as you were still worn out for today, you planned on checking in with your roommate again, you couldn’t just let their poor habits keep continuing like this, it was becoming ridiculous now. You set the glass next to your phone, turning around and walking out of the kitchen.
You went over to their room, sighing as you prepared in your mind what you wanted to say to them, pressing your hand against their slightly opened door. But inside, it was nothing that you would think of, you felt a shiver down your spine, and a disgusting knot in your stomach, the kind that made you sick to your core.
Your eyes widened at what you were seeing, there laid your roommate on their bed, dead. Their lifeless body surrounded by the blood that stained the mattress, their throat slit and carved into with dried blood that seemed to have poured from the wound, multiple ripped holes in their shirt indicating stab wounds, a literal bloodbath.
“W-what the fuck??” you mumbled, immediately backing away as your covered your mouth, trying to hold in the vomit in the back of your throat. You didn’t know what to think.
You frantically looked into your pockets for your phone, determined to call the police. But when you felt nothing, panic started to set in, you were trying to be calm while trying to process what you just witnessed.
The kitchen!
Your phone was still there.
You quickly turned around, running over to the kitchen but stopped when you saw something in there.
Or more so someone.
A tall figure in a black costume, and disturbingly enough, a bloody Ghostface mask.
He had his eyes on you, mocking you as he waved your phone in his possession.
“Looking for this?” He spoke calmly, like he was expecting you to be there. And for a moment, you felt like you were so terrified that you couldn’t move, paralyzed. You blinked again, coming back to your senses as you backed away very slowly.
He took a step closer to you, his tone being a sarcastic one “..Ah right…sorry about your roommate...I had to cut to the chase, if you catch my drift.” He placed your phone back down to its original spot, and it wasn’t until now that when you stopped focusing on your phone, you glanced at his other hand, realizing it was the bloody knife that completely annihilated your roommate.
You sprinted towards the door, but of course he chased right after you, grabbing you by the torso as he wrapped his arms around you. Yanking you away from the door. You tried your best to get out of his grip, giving a good kick to his side leg as he dropped you on the ground, you heard him call out in pain.
You tried to get up fast, pressing your arms on the floor to help you up, but he was quick to grab you and force you to turn on your back, pinning you to the ground with him settling on top of you, holding your wrists as he pushed them against the ground, just above your head.
shit, shit, SHIT.
This was it. This was the end, everyone you knew would soon have found out about your death, you just couldn’t believe it would happen so soon. You were terrified, you had so many regrets as you stared at Ghostface who hovered right above you with a knife, all you heard from him was laughter. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst to come…
…yet it didn’t?
You felt the cold blade be pressed against your cheek, the coldness of the metal sent a shiver through you, but the movement was in a strange…caressing manner? You cautiously opened your eyes, staring back up. Your voice was shaky and nervous.
“…aren’t….aren’t you going to kill me?” You asked, completely confused and still terrified. The man in the costume shook his head, setting the knife aside next to him.
“Of course not, I can’t let this chance go to waste now that I finally have you…” He snickered, placing his gloved hand underneath his mask, very slowly taking it off to reveal himself. You felt shocked and surprised when you saw him, his curly brunette hair, his dark brown eyes, his pale skin.
Ethan Landry? The guy you’ve been fawning over for the past two years?
You were silent for a minute, watching as he placed his mask aside as well, his creepy grin spread across his face as he locked eyes with you. You slowly shook your head in disbelief.
“…Ethan?” You stated, still in disbelief as you seriously had no words. He nodded, still holding tightly around your wrists.
”Surprise...” He had a sinister grin, seemingly like he had more to say.
“Ohh…you wouldn’t believe how long I’ve dreamed about this. Finally having you under my grasp, I saw the way you stared at me in class. I always knew you loved me as much as I love you. I just knew that I had to have you, whether I had to talk to you, persuade you, or even force you…” he breathed out, practically looking insane.
He placed his knife beside him on the ground, then moved it on top of your head, caressing your hair as he softly brushed it out of your face, yet still holding your wrists with his other hand.
“...all the people I had gotten rid of just to be near you...but none of them matter now, because I finally have you! You’re finally mine, and I’m never letting you go, because you love me just like I love you… ” He had this whole thing planned out, didn’t he?
He brought his face closer and kissed you on your forehead, you shut your eyes momentarily as he did so.
“..You do love me of course…right? I mean, you always watched me in class...you can’t tell me it’s not true. There is absolutely no fucking way I am wrong about this. I KNOW that.” His tone quickly turned to a slightly threatening one, and more so demanding that he was right, he then moved his hand away, grabbing the knife once more.
“...how did you even know where I lived? I…I barely even talked to you..” You quietly asked. He tilted his head to the side a bit, a smirk plastered on his face. Pointing the knife in the direction of the wall, your bag resting to it, unzipped once again. Glancing at the bag, then back at him in confusion.
“Finding out where you lived was no problem for me, especially when I’m tracking down something of mine. And the fact you didn’t even see me on that train, or even felt my hands on your bag…” He softly chuckled.
“You’re so oblivious that it’s actually adorable, that’s one of the many things I like about you...” he spoke softly, caressing the side of your face.
Horrified at what he did, you spoke up “…you fucking killed my roommate, and now you’re flirting with me? You’re insane!” He only laughed, shaking his head in response.
“They fucking deserved it. I couldn’t let anyone get in my way. And you want to know something else? They aren’t the only person I’ve killed for you, I made sure there was no other cocky asshole to take you away from me…” he moved his face even closer to you, you could feel and hear his breathing as you turned your face away, his lips curving into a smile.
“Oh you naive girl, don’t you understand? You don’t need them, you don’t even need your family or friends, you have me now! I can give and do more than they ever could, there’s no denying that…just please, tell me that you love me too…” He softly pleaded.
You didn’t know what to say. While the feelings for him were strong, you couldn’t deny that what he was doing was wrong. Especially unmoral, and yet here you were. Completely trapped. You watched as his soft expression faded away, he clenched onto the knife firmly, pressing it against your neck.
“Tell me that you love me, I want to hear you say it.” He demanded, your heart racing as he took his hand off your wrists, grabbing your face as he made you turn your gaze onto him.
“..I..” you hesitated, getting a weird feeling inside when you saw him eyeing you down, as if he was admiring every detail about you, just taking his time. He looked back up at you.
“Too shy? Don’t worry, I’m sure I can help with that…” he spoke softly, almost in a loving manner. You weren’t sure what he meant until he took the knife off your throat, feeling it be moved underneath your shirt, the cold metal just lightly touching your skin, but not harming you.
He turned it facing up, cutting through your shirt as it exposed your chest, the only thing preventing you from being totally vulnerable was your bra. He moved himself close to your face again, his eye contact making you feel highly strung, not knowing what to expect out of him.
“..you’ll tell me that you love me, even if I have to make you cry it out loud while I fuck you.” He closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours, making sure that he held onto your face so you wouldn’t escape his grip. It was a harsh grip. Slowly, his grip softened. Trailing his hand across your jaw, down your neck, only stopping at your collarbone as he pulled your shirt, sliding it off of you.
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He gripped onto your sides, digging his fingernails into your skin, just enough to leave marks. You threw your head back, mouth agape as horrendous yet lovely lewd sounds came out of. Your face hot and sweaty as tears streamed down your face, ruining the mascara you had on. You felt his hips move along with yours, leading the way as he heavily breathed into your ear. The feeling of his cock was enough to send you over the edge.
“…nmmm…t-tell me that you love me, please.” He begged in a shaky tone. His pace seemed like it wasn’t gonna change anytime soon.
“…I…l-love you Ethan…” you meekly spoke. Hearing you say that made him feel like the happiest guy alive, but knowing Ethan, he’d want more. You witnessed his terrifying grin as he continued to force himself inside you repeatedly, skin pressed against each other.
“Say it again.” He kept his crazed gaze onto you, enjoying the miserable yet carnal state you were in because of him. He moved one hand behind your leg, pushing it up more as you felt like your legs would go numb if any further. He moved your calves onto his shoulder, fixing his position just so he can be closer to you.
“I…I love you Ethan.” you spoke a little louder, almost like you were desperate to please him. You weren’t sure if your body could handle his harsh movements, but oh god, did it feel so fucking amazing. The way he felt, his hands caressing and touching your body all over, in such a disturbingly obsessive yet loving way.
“Again.” He firmly said, his horrid smile never leaving his face, the harsh feeling he gave still going. “Say it again until this is o-over…I need to hear you say it repeatedly” I held the knife over your throat. You softly gasped, trying to not react too much.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-” you practically sobbed to him, as if it was motivation to keep him going too. The cold blade also motivating you to keep going. You could hear the faint sounds of the coils inside the couch softly screeching with each movement that Ethan gave to you. Fucking into you over and over again, enjoying and savorying every last bit of you.
“…yes please don’t stop, you’re doing so w-well” his eyes became a bit more relaxed, the sweat becoming more visible on his forehead. You hear his heavily breathing as he doesn't stop, determined to enjoy and give it his all.
“…nggg…you feel so good…I love you so much…” he whimpered, his body trembling from above you, as to which yours was too. He pulled the knife away, dropping it back on the floor as he pressed his lips against yours, still breathing heavily from his nose. The kiss felt like a while until he pulled away, his mouth next to your ear as you heard the sound of gentle gasps and whimpers from him. God how it turned you on, fucking the shy dorky guy who turned out to be a serial killer. Who would’ve seen that coming?
Regardless of what would happen next, you knew Ethan was in love with you, even if it was as sick and unethical, he would never let you go. And you would never leave him, you just enjoyed this moment, even with its consequences to later come.