This is gonna have different characters from any where you want just tell me what character you want and I will make it happen ( this whole story is a trigger warning so expect some freaky stuff )
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This is not a story that romanticizes Jason, or the fact that he is a murder. It is realistic. He doesn't treat you like a princess after, or during. If you cannot handle that, please scroll. All respects to those who do.
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You were at Camp Crystal Lake, Jason was wandering around, looking for you. He hid in the shadows as he crept.
After a moment of searching, Jason finally spotted you sitting by yourself on the dock, lost in thought. He watched silently for several minutes before slowly making his way towards you. When he got closer enough to hear your soft breathing, he stopped and stood behind you without making a sound. His cold eyes studied your form hungrily as he waited patiently for the right moment to strike. Finally, he reached out and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you firmly against his muscular torso. "Hello, my pretty one," he growled lowly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You let out a small yelp and tried to struggle free but found yourself trapped between him and the wooden bench behind you. Despite being terrified, there was also something else stirring within you—something primal that responded to his touch. Your heart raced wildly in your chest as he leaned closer, his thick breath brushing against your neck. You could feel the heat emanating off of him burning through your thin tank top. "Let me go! Someone will hear me!" You protested feebly.
But Jason didn't listen; instead, he grinned menacingly before lowering his head and nipping at your exposed neck lightly. His fangs grazed against your skin leaving a trail of blood behind them. You squirmed in pain mixed with pleasure as he continued to tease you mercilessly.
"No one will save you here," he whispered thickly into your ear, trapping your earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently. "Not even if you scream loud enough." With that ominous warning, he released your neck and slowly began undoing the buttons on your shorts, exposing your lacy black underwear underneath. His hands moved downward, tracing slow circles around your hip bones before reaching beneath the hemline of your top. He cupped your breasts possessively, squeezing them firmly while massaging them roughly.
You arched your back into his touch, moaning softly despite yourself. Your body seemed to be betraying you as it responded to his touch, begging for more. The warmth between your legs intensified, and a familiar wetness started to form below your panties. "S-stop!" You managed to croak out, but it sounded more like a plea than anything else.
Jason chuckled darkly before pulling away again, revealing your flushed face covered in sweat and tears. He leaned closer once more, his breath hot against your lips. "I don't think so," he said huskily, brushing his thumb across your swollen bottom lip. His own member throbbed visibly within his pants, straining against the fabric. Without warning, he grabbed hold of your waist again and forcefully lifted you off the ground, pinning you against the wall behind him. His erect cock pressed hard against your entrance, demanding entry.
You whimpered in terror and anticipation as he continued to tease you, rubbing his cockhead against your sensitive flesh. Your mind was a chaos of conflicting emotions—fear, desire, shame, and finally surrender. "Please... I'll do anything." You begged pitifully, feeling helpless and vulnerable under his brutal grip.
