Ghostface Fanfic(s?)

6. You win

TW: Suicidal thoughts

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Daela raised an eyebrow. Ghostface was surprised, nobody had ever talked to him like that before. But now he starts to understand her. Ah, I get it, he thinks to himself. She's trying to butter me up so I won't kill her.. He grins. Oh, haha, what a bitch. He gritted his teeth. He hated being taken for a fool. But he has to admit, her intelligence is admirable.

"Oh, I like you... No one has ever.."

He paused, feeling her hand on his body as well as seeing her face full of intent made him feel a bit of blush under his mask.

"You certainly are special... What makes you so sure I won't kill you, though?"

He spoke with a smirk, he thought she was too confident and wanted to put out that cocky fire of hers. But then she placed her other hand on his chest, slowly sliding them up to rub his shoulders then going further to feel his bare neck under his mask. His breath hitched, tensing up as she felt his body. The touch was something he hadn't felt for a while, and he felt a rush of blood to his head. A nervous tingle.

"You wouldn't kill another horror fan, would you? Imagine how many scary movies we can watch together. Just you and me.."

She looked up at him with a smirk.

"What do you say... Ghostface?~"

Ghostface was silent. He was conflicted if she was flirting with him because she wants to live or if she was actually interested. His urge to kill her wasn't as strong as before, he didn't want to kill another horror fan... So he wasn't sure. He thought of how many horror movies the two of them could watch together, but also more adrenaline kicking things as chasing her through the forest. Predator hunting prey..

"You win.."

He spoke softly, partly giving in. Her smile grew wider, as she looked him up and down.

"You don't look so bad.."

She said, biting her lip.

"It's making me aroused..."

His eyes widened again, but not out of satisfaction. Then it hit him. He read her wrong, oh, so wrong. The way her body reacted to his threats before, what he took for "fear" was actually excitement. He was now a blushing mess, he never expected her to be so seductive and forward.

Ghostface chuckled, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"You're quite the forward one, huh? I guess you're not scared of anything~"

He said looking down on her. He was slightly nervous, but enjoyed the attention she gave him. Then she said something that really caught him off guard.

"Oh, I'm scared alright. The fact that you can kill me, whenever you want. It arouses me... real bad.."

She tells him, trying to hide the excitement in her tone as she runs her hands down his arms.

"Arms, strong enough to snap my neck.."

He followed her gaze, her hands reaching his and giving it a light squeeze.

"Hands, big enough to cover my throat, choking me to death..."

Daela then looked up at him, his eyes meeting hers though his mask.

"And a mind.. That wouldn't hesitate, to do the most horrendous things to me.."