𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Eleven

Ghostface

Isabella stood there, her tears drying on her cheeks, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. She was finally beginning to crack under the pressure, her bravado crumbling in the face of my relentless torment.

I stepped closer, my masked face looming over her, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She tried to maintain her composure, but I could tell she was terrified.

"What's the matter, dog?" I taunted, my voice dripping with malice. "Don't you want to play with me?"

She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "No, please...just leave me alone." Never

I laughed, a cold, heartless sound that echoed in the empty warehouse. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice filled with menace. "I'm just getting started."

I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her closer to me. She struggled against me, but I held her tightly, relishing in her fear and helplessness.

"Let me go!" she cried, her voice filled with desperation.

I chuckled, enjoying the power I had over her. "Not until you beg for mercy," I said, my voice low and menacing. "Not until you admit that you're nothing but a weak little girl who can't even defend herself."

She continued to struggle, but I was relentless. I wanted to break her, to make her suffer as I had suffered. I wanted her to know what it felt like to be powerless, to be at the mercy of someone stronger and crueler than herself.

She's innocent, just as I once was. But with the friend group dead, I needed to direct my anger towards her, even if she didn't deserve it. Her, with her innocence and vulnerability, became the perfect target for my pent-up rage.

As I held her tightly, I could sense her desperation, her silent plea for mercy. But I had no intention of showing her any kindness. I wanted her to suffer, to feel the same terror and helplessness that I had.

I leaned in closer, my masked face inches from hers. "You're mine now," I whispered, my voice a sinister hiss. "There's no escaping me."

She whimpered, her body trembling against mine. I could see the fear in her eyes, the realization that she was completely at my mercy. It was a heady feeling, the power I had over her, and I reveled in it.

I let my hand roam over her body, relishing in the way she flinched at my touch. I could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she tried to shrink away from me. But I held her firmly, refusing to let her escape.

"Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Please don't hurt me."

I laughed, a cold, heartless sound that echoed in the empty warehouse. "Oh, I won't hurt you," I said, my voice filled with malice. "Not physically, anyway. But I want to make you suffer in so many other ways."

I could see the confusion in her eyes, the fear of the unknown. I knew I had her right where I wanted her. She was at my mercy, and there was nothing she could do to escape.

I leaned in closer, with my mask and my breath hot against her ear. "I can make your life a living hell," I whispered, my voice filled with menace. "All it takes is one word from me, and your world will come crashing down."

I trailed my gloved finger up and down her arm "But I also wonder," I continued, my tone mocking, "how wet your pussy can get. Or is your cunt  already dripping wet? I think you enjoy being tormented, don't you little pet?" My words dripped with malice as I taunted her, relishing in the fear that flickered in her eyes.

I could feel her trembling in my grasp, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, searching for an escape that she knew didn't exist. She was afraid, and yet there was something else flickering in those frightened eyes – a spark of something I hadn't expected.

"Please...please don't," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. But there was a hint of something else in her tone, something that sent a shiver down my spine. Was it fear, or was it something more primal, more...excited?

I leaned in closer, my mask almost touching her ear. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I whispered, my voice low and dangerous. "You like the fear, the uncertainty. Admit it."

She shook her head, but her body betrayed her. I could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she leaned into my touch ever so slightly. She was scared, yes, but there was a part of her that was also intrigued, maybe even...turned on.

I chuckled darkly, enjoying the power I had over her. "You're a little slut, aren't you?" I taunted, my voice dripping with disdain. "You like being controlled, being told what to do."

Her breath hitched, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to deny it, to protest, but there was a part of her that couldn't. She was caught between fear and desire, and I was the one pulling the strings.

I tightened my grip on her, relishing in the way she squirmed against me. "You're mine," I said, my voice filled with possessiveness. "You belong to me now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

She whimpered, a sound that sent a thrill through me. She was mine, body and soul, and I would make sure she knew it.

But as much as I enjoyed seeing her whimper, a part of me felt bad. A part of me remembered what it was like to be the one who was powerless, who was at the mercy of someone stronger and crueler than myself. But I quickly pushed that thought aside. I couldn't afford to show weakness now. I had a reputation to maintain, a persona to uphold. I was Ghostface, the masked phantom who struck fear into the hearts of his victims. And I would not be stopped.