Ruin me (ghostface x reader)

Nightfall (Your POV)

TW          

      Billie and I argued the entire way home about what to do. I decided I definitely needed a shower. I snuck into my room and picked out my black lace pajamas. If someone is gonna watch me sleep they may as well get a show. I thought to myself. I took a well-deserved hot shower. After my shower, I walked out and Billie was asleep on the couch. Sam still wasn't home. I snuck into my room and locked my door behind me. I don't need anyone else getting hurt. I made sure my windows and balcony door were locked. I crawled into bed. I couldn't decide if I wanted to stay awake or try to rest. He had had numerous chances to hurt me, he never has. I don't know what to do. I pulled out my phone and texted my mom I love her and goodnight, just in case. I decided to read. I grabbed my book and started to read. I rolled over and closed my eyes, for just a minute. 

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   I woke up to the feeling of my bed shifting. I opened my mouth to scream but a gloved hand covered it. "Shhh sweetheart. It's just me." He whispered. My heart was racing. The door to my balcony was wide open, the curtains flowing in the wind. "I"m gonna move my hand, don't scream." He removed his hand and for some reason I obeyed. "H-how did you get in?" I asked, slightly hyperventilating. "Oh, those locks aren't very reliable." I could tell he was smiling. He had the voice changer on, I had no idea who this man is. "Did you dress up for me?" he asked, running a finger up my thigh. "I figured if you were going to watch, you might as well like what you see." I blushed. "I'm glad you know I follow through on my threats, princess." My face was even more red. I inhale sharply when he pulls out his knife, towering above me. He sets it down on my nightstand. It was a big knife, a hunting knife maybe? "Close your eyes." He demanded. A tear slipped down my face. "Now, if I wanted to hurt you I would. And I'd want you to see it. Close them, Now." I closed my eyes and flinched when he grabbed my wrists. He tied them together above my bedframe. He grabbed a blindfold and covered my eyes. I was completely helpless. "Just how I want you." I felt him climb on top of me. "Such a pretty girl." He whispered. My face flushed again, I could feel myself moving my hips. What is he doing to me... I thought. I felt the sharp cold feeling of his knife on my collarbone once again. "The proper response to a compliment is usually a thank you." he was enjoying this too much. "T-thank you." I stuttered. "Now to make sure you don't forget it, this will only hurt a little." I felt his knife slice the skin on my collarbone open. It wasn't deep. Just enough to draw a little blood. I inhaled sharply and bit my lip. "Now, say thank you." He demanded. "Why would I thank you for-" I was interrupted by him cutting me again, a little deeper this time. I whimpered. "Do not question me. Do you understand?" I couldn't understand why but I felt myself getting very, very wet. "Yes, I understand," I responded. "Good girl. Now, thank me." His breathing was picking up too, I could feel him getting harder and harder in between my legs. "Thank you." I whimpered. "Thank you, Sir." He corrected. "Thank you, sir." I responded. I felt him drag his knife up and down my torso, gently. "What should I do with you?" He asked. "Whatever you want." I whined. "You shouldn't have said that pretty girl." I could hear him removing his gloves. I heard them hit the floor. He pulled my shorts and panties down and off. He forced my legs open and slowly started rubbing my clit. My hips were bucking from his touch. He picked up the speed and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He stopped. "Why'd you stop?" I was pouting. I felt his knife at my throat. I froze. "Be fucking quiet." He demanded. "Y-yes sir." My heart was racing. Did I forget that this guy is crazy? He kept the knife at my throat and stuck two fingers inside of me. I whimpered. "Oh fuck you're tight." He was breathing harder. He started gently fucking me with his fingers, as I was struggling to stay quiet. With every sound I made he pressed harder. The faster he went, the closer I got. I felt myself start to get tighter. "I'm going to cum" I whispered. Just as I was at the edge of release, he stopped. I knew better than to complain. "That's all you get for tonight, princess." He was teasing me. He pulled his knife away and undid my blindfold. He was staring down at me with that mask. I watched as he stood up, and gloved himself again. "And for that stunt you pulled yesterday, I'm leaving Billie to find you like this in the morning." He was a cocky motherfucker. "Please don't" I started to beg, but he was already leaving. "Be a good girl for me, I'll be back." and just like that, he was gone. He was gone and I was tied pantsless to my headboard with my bedroom door locked. Fuck.