The Devil Walks Among Us; Book l - Completed 4/21/22

Going Nowhere (NSFW)

Michael returned later that night, his breath heavy behind his mask. Seeing that every single light in the house was on, he knew Mia was petrified and he hoped it wasn't due to him returning as The Shape.

He used the key to unlock the door, seeing Mia standing in front of the door, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She had been sobbing. He huffed behind his mask, his anger brewing as he saw the marks on her face. He didn't say anything as he approached her, expecting her to back away from him, but she didn't. He curled his fingers, brushing her cheek and smiling faintly as he felt her lean into his touch. Fluttering her eyes open, she looked at him. Seeing him as The Shape, she then knew that he was hers completely, whether he was behind his mask or not. He always was.

Oddly enough, she found his anonymous stature arousing, knowing that behind the mask was Michael of course... Her Michael, but the Shape he portrayed wasn't bad either, especially how he was responsible for saving her life - more than once now, especially with how he prefers to take them. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him as if he were going to disappear. She had then remembered that the last time she hugged him like this was when he had escaped Smith's Grove and had gotten into her house. It was nostalgic. Inhaling his scent with a tone of latex, she began kissing the exposed skin of his neck, hearing him huff behind the mask as his hands had made their way to rest on her hips.

He let her continue, letting her have it her way as he was always the one to be in control. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be submissive for once, especially for her. He knew she wouldn't take advantage of him, even if he deserved it. "Michael?" She whispered, peppering kisses on his exposed neck, letting her lips linger as she waited for his response. Instead of a word, he hummed. "Take me like you want to."

He grew painfully aroused by her words. In a way, he didn't want to take her how he would like as their personalities were like night and day. He was rough by nature whereas she was more submissive. His hands gripped her hips tighter by her statement before he said, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not going to hurt me," She assured him, gripping the collar of his signature coveralls. "Take me how you want me. I'm all yours, Michael."

He breathed heavily, contemplating if he wanted to grab her by her neck or her hair first. I really don't want to hurt her... but that throat looks appealing...

He huffed, stepping away from her, sure that she was heartbroken at his act. If only she knew that she had opened an opportunity that she wasn't ready for.

She frowned as she watched him walk away from her, ready to cry as it was surprising for Michael to just leave her, especially when the opportunity for lovemaking came into play. She looked down at the floor momentarily before gasping at the sudden shock of the lights turning off, her lips spreading into a grin as she knew she wasn't only in Michael's realm, but The Shape's as well.

He was going to take her exactly how he wanted to - and that was when he was what he knew best.

She faintly heard his steps from the other side of the house where the main switch was, until hearing absolutely nothing. Her adrenaline spiked, suddenly feeling as if he was hunting her, which was what she wanted, however, she was hoping that he wouldn't let the entity consume him completely into killing her. She dared to look around in the dark, wondering if she could even feel a whisp of his presence. Instead, she felt as if he had left the house completely, which led her to believe that he truly did leave.

That was until she felt his hand clamp around her throat, putting enough pressure to stun her as her mind was now racing. He guided her to where her back was pinned against the wall as he continued to hold her throat in his large hand. She gripped his wrist as if her life depended on it while using her other hand to reach out for him, feeling that he still had on his mask as his heavy breaths were the only thing she could hear besides her whimpers.