𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Six

Ghostface

I watched Isabella from afar, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. She was my plaything now, a pawn in my twisted game. The text I had sent her that morning was just the beginning of my torment. I relished the thought of her fear, her confusion, as she tried to unravel the mystery of my identity.

I waited until she was alone, then sent another message.

Me: Did you enjoy your little scare last night, Isabella? I have to admit, I quite enjoyed watching you squirm.

I imagined her reaction, the way her heart would race, the way she would frantically search for clues that would lead her to me. But she would find nothing. I was a ghost, a shadow in the night, and she was powerless to stop me.

As the day wore on, I sent her more messages, each one more taunting than the last.

Me: I'm always watching, Isabella. You can't hide from me.

Me: Your fear is like music to my ears, Isabella. I can't wait to see what other symphonies I can compose with your terror.

I reveled in her responses, the way she tried to remain calm, to convince herself that it was just a prank. But deep down, she knew the truth. I had invaded her life, and there was no escape.

As the evening approached, I decided to up the ante. I sent her a final message.

Me: Tonight, I want you to meet me. Alone. I'll be waiting for you at the park at midnight. Don't keep me waiting, Isabella. You wouldn't want to see what happens if you do.

I knew she would be terrified, but I also knew she wouldn't be able to resist the lure of the unknown. She would come to me, and I would finally reveal myself to her. The thought filled me with a perverse sense of excitement, a thrill unlike anything I had ever experienced.

The night was cool and still as I waited in the park, hidden in the shadows like a predator stalking its prey. The moon cast an eerie glow over the deserted pathways, adding to the ominous atmosphere. I could feel the thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins, a rush of adrenaline that fueled my twisted desires. Isabella would soon be here.

As the minutes ticked by, I watched the park for any sign of movement, my senses alert for the slightest sound. And then, I saw her – a solitary figure emerging from the darkness, her steps hesitant and wary. She looked around nervously, her eyes scanning the empty park.

I stepped out from the shadows, my Ghostface mask hiding my face. Isabella froze, her eyes widening in fear as she realized who I was. I could see the terror in her eyes, the realization dawning on her that she had fallen into my trap.

"Hello, Isabella," I said, my voice low and menacing. "I've been looking forward to this."

She tried to speak, but her words were choked with fear. I could see the questions in her eyes, the desperate plea for answers. But I had no intention of giving her any. She was here to suffer, I wanted her to break.

I circled around her, enjoying the sight of her trembling form. "Do you know why you're here, Isabella?" I asked, my voice dripping with malice.

She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise." Let you go? No baby this is just the beginning

I laughed, a cruel sound that echoed through the empty park. "Oh, Isabella, there's no going back now. You're mine, just like the rest of them."

I could see the realization dawn on her, the horror of her situation sinking in. She was alone, vulnerable, at my mercy. And I intended to make her suffer like never before.

As I advanced towards her, she stumbled backwards, her eyes wide with terror. But there was nowhere for her to run, nowhere for her to hide. She was trapped in my web, and I was the spider waiting to strike.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "What do you want from me?"

I smiled beneath my mask, relishing her fear. "I want you to suffer Isabella, I want to see you break."

But what I want most is to fuck her senseless. But she doesn't need to know that.

With each word, her fear grew, her eyes darting around as if searching for a way out. But there was no escape. I had her right where I wanted her, and I wasn't going to let her go.

I could see the panic in her eyes, the realization sinking in that there was no hope for her. She was at my mercy, and I intended to show her none.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt me."

Her words only fueled my desire to see her suffer. "It's too late for that, Isabella."

As I reached out to grab her, "No plea-" she let out a piercing scream.