Dead by Daylight x Reader

Ghostface x reader Part 2

(A continuation of the last chapter as if that part wasn't obvious)

He grabbed the side of my face after having looked at me so long, me and the scowl I've had on this whole time while on the floor, strocked his fingers across my cheek and...

Gently strocking his hand through my hair, only to grab it at the back. He pulled me close and whispered "Now you will be all mine (Y/N)." It scared me honestly, and I'm pretty sure that fact reflected on my face as he gave a small laugh.

As I heard the sound of both Cheryl and Quentin dying and being whisked of by the Entity, and I gave up all hope that I might make it out of this trial. What did he mean by I was all his? What will happen now? He didn't bring a mori so he isn't going to kill me.

Before I knew what was happening, we were both shrouded in the same mist that brought us both here. After a minute I awoke in a house, similar in style to Freddy or Michaels' realms.

'What am I even doing here? Why am I not back at the campfire?' Was among the thoughts plaguing my mind as I got my bearings. I was in a simple room, a bed which I was on, a dresser and a closed door. The window was blocked with the same material as all the other houses used.

Getting up I decided to check the dresser, it had a total of four drawers, two on the top row and two bigger ones below them. Pretty standard dresser, I checked the drawers but found them all emtpt apart from some dust bunnies. Great nothing I could use. God I cant even think straight, why am I in here in the first place. I was in a trial, David, Quentin and Cheryl where with me, we were up against... Ghostface? Yeah, thats right. But what happened after that. They all got sacrificed, but what happened to me?

I look towards the door, curiosity getting the better of me I walked up to it, putting one hand on the door itself and one on the handle, I leaned onto the holding my ear to it. Hearing nothing on the other side I decided to try the handle, carefully turning it. Shockingly it was unlocked, though I don't know why any room in this hellscape would lock properly.

Looking out I see a hallway, four other doors and stairs downstairs. Cleaner than the trial houses I can tell that much, fewer creppy picture frames as well. Stepping out I close the door quietly behind me. While I'm hoping I didn't get kidnapped by Ghostface but if he does come looking, I hope that buys me a few secs that the door is closed.

Not trusting the downstairs just yet, and hoping to find a weapon I decide to look into the room across from the one i woke up in. Giving this door the same treatment, I make my way into the room. What I find I did not like one bit. On the end wall of the room was a large corckboard with pictures, loads of pictures. Some I could tell were of us, the survivors, others I didnt recognise. Gory scenes later out before me, along with countless moris. I even saw a few of me.

Deciding it would be best if I didn't stick around in this room for to long, I look around looking for anything I can use. For once though luck was on my side. I found his knife, bad news along with that, he may come in here any second. Just as that though left my mind, I hear the door behind me. Standing straight quickly holding the knife out infront of myself I look at him, Ghostface.

"Where are we?" I ask, a clear edge to my voice.

"You are in my "realm"" he claimed.

"Why the hell am I here? What happened in that trial?" I was getting frustrated.

"You are here because I wanted you," he took a few steps towards me "you are such a great temptation to me, I just couldn't help asking the Entity to claim you as my own"

"As your what now? I'm not yours and I won't belong to anyone, never have never will, so dream on." I raised the knife.

"That knife wont do you any good here, pretty much useless in a realm like this." He proved this by making his hand just pass through the knifes blade as if it wasnt even there. But desperate I threw said knife at him anyway, only good it did was make him laugh as the knife fell to the floor behind him. Seems my luck has just run out.

"What? All done fighting back now?" With little protest from me he grabbed my wrists and walked me backwards, so that we ended by the corckboard, uncomfortable? Yes, but that wasnt the even close to being the first thing on my mind. I was more concerned about how i wasn't even trying to fight him, yes I found him physically attractive but... but what, I don't mind, despite the murder of me, my friends and countless people I don't know... I don't mind.

He lets go of one of my wrists only for him to grab both with one hand. The other gets hard to work exploring my body, every inch. First over my cloths, running down my hand, my arm, over my shoulder, down my cheats, down my stomach and then up under my shirt. As soon as the leather of his gloves hit my skin, it kind of tickled, in a good like a shiver way. His hand roamed my upper body feeling it all.

When he felt I wouldn't try to fight at all he let go of both wrists, only to place the other hand on my ass, grabbing and gliding around, his hands just kept going, I bet I was a bigger mess then he was at this point, despite the mask still being on he was more composed then i was. After a while he lifted his mask just enough, just beond his nose, and grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me hard. I was shocked and surprised by the sudden kiss that I left my mouth wide open for him to explore, and me being to dazed to fight back just let him.

Sadly this heated make out session was cut short with him being called into a trial, but before he left he lead me back to the room I awoke in.

"Stay here its for your own good" he said, stealing another little kiss before closing the door. I heard a click shortly after indicating the door in fact could lock. Looking probably like a hot mess I laid back on the bed, hoping that he wouldn't take to long in that trial of his.