DBD Ghostface x Reader

Chapter 1: Fem Reader TW: non-con/blood

It was pitch black outside. You were mindlessly scrolling through the selection of horror movies on your TV. Your parents had left to go camping with your siblings, you weren't interested. You hated the outdoors, the flies, mosquitoes, yuck. You continued to scroll, grimacing at the selection. All these movies seemed cheesey, another beautiful girl being chased by a blood thirsty killer. You audibly yawned and switched off the tv, you were now staring at your reflection in the black screen. Suddenly, your landline rang, you got up and headed towards the kitchen where it was situated. You rarely ever used the landlines now that cellphones exist, but your parents insisted on having it. There was no number on the screen, just the indication of an incoming call. You picked it up expecting your parents on the other end. You were met with a raspy droning voice on the other end, he was just breathing into the phone. You of course, assumed it was a prank call and promptly hung up. Turning on your heel to walk back to the living room, the phone rang again. This took you off guard and made you slightly jump at the sudden loud noise. You pick it up again, "Hello?" You said into the phone. The voice finally spoke "I can see you" it said. You immediately rushed to lock any door leading to the outside. "Who the hell is this? This isn't funny" you said heart pounding in your chest. "If you hang up on me I'll wear your guts around my neck" it demanded. You started to tear up, covering your mouth in fear. "You forgot the windows" the voice said. Instead of waiting to find out where the killer is you sprinted out the back door. Behind your house is a lush wooded area, you ran into those woods. You had left the phone inside instead of hanging up. You hoped that would buy you some time. You were now in the woods barefoot and desperately dialing 911 with clouded vision. You cell phone had no bars in this area though. You stood behind a tree heart thumping loudly waiting for any movement. You heard some rustling, some twigs snapping. All sorts of noises were coming from the forest around you. Suddenly you felt a sharp object pressed against your pulse point. You gasped as the man stood in front of you. He was wearing all black, with a white mask that was stuck in an infinite yawn. His knife was right against your neck. It was sharp enough to knick the skin with no force. Your heart sped up, there was tiny droplets of blood seeping from the tiny knife wound. You gulped and pleaded in whispers for him to spare you. He was still staring, knife against your neck wordlessly. He was tall, and terrifying he tilted his head in an almost comedic fashion before lifting the knife and plunging it into your side. You immediately collapsed to the ground, mouth open in agony. No words were coming out of your mouth, only gargled sounds. The blood immediately started pooling. He knelt down to the ground with you and let out a laugh. A genuine laugh that shook his chest. "Look at you,  already given up" he said. He took a gloved hand and fondled your chest with it. One hand was on your breast and the other was holding the knife to your throat. The knife was slick with blood and dripping beads onto your skin. He kicked your legs opened and placed himself between them. He continued to grope your chest before running the knife down the front of your shirt and your pants. Your shirt was now gone as well as your pants and underwear. He was rubbing circles with the knife on your thigh. His gloved hand exploring your body, playing with your breasts. Your nipples were hard due to them being exposed to the cold air. He was now making his way to your nethers. His cold leather glove leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. You were squirming in fear and arousal. Your body was extremely enticed but you were very afraid. He pulled something out of his pant pocket. Ducttape, he wrapped it around your wrists and one strip on your mouth. He began to grind into you. He was painfully hard and you were wet for an unfortunate reason. He took a gloved hand and pushed it into you, with no lubing. You whined at this and he had no care or remorse. He began to expertly stroke your walls, causing you to moan against the tape. He put another finger in and continued to work them inside you. You felt that knot build in your stomach. Before that knot could be satiated he pulled his fingers out. You heard his belt and him fumbling with his zipper. He pulled his member out, it was above average and curved. The tip was covered in precum. He quickly pushed it all the way in, with no warning and with no preparation. He groaned loudly and pushed a hand against your throat. You weren't choking but you were able to fully breathe either. He was thrusting quickly and harshly, like an animal. He was groaning slightly and you were moaning in pain and in pleasure. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse he lifted one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder. It was painful, he was hitting much deeper and it hurt you. The knife was resting against your thigh as he held you like that. Thrusting in and out, you came hard around him. But he continued, it was brutal on your body and you were over sensitive. He continued to use your body before pulling out. He came all down your chest and on your face. He composed himself, again tilting his head. Admiring his work, you were covered in blood and his cum. He admired his craft before taking a picture of your body. You were now begging and pleading behind the tape. He laughed at this, before picking up the knife and embedding it into your chest. You were dying now, you were sure of it. You eyes blinking in and out, his mask mocking you. You couldn't breathe any longer and the world finally went dark.