Blurred Morals (The Ghostface x Female Reader)

Soon Enough

The Ghostface remained knelt watching you intently as you stood and struggled to put your panties and soaked jeans back on. Your hair was drenched as it clung to your forehead messily and you noted the rain had returned to a light drizzle.

The button portion of your jeans remained opened and you lowered your head to find him staring up at you, unmoving. He held his camera in his hand and you wondered where the pictures had went.

You smiled sheepishly at his unrelenting stare and turned to reach for one of the large chains, feeling it upwards.

"What are these for? Where do they go?" You asked, avoiding his gaze.

The Ghostface did not respond immediately and you watched him slowly rise and lift his black pants over his pelvis with one tug, buttoning them carefully. He placed his camera in one of it's pockets and rolled his neck and shoulders, sighing.

"I'm not sure, they have been there as long as the seal below you." He said quietly.

You turned back to the chain and lifted your head to the sky, trying to see how far up it actually went before it dissapeared in the sky. You stared up and found your mind drifting to your life before, with your best friend Charlie. You missed her and her crazy antics and a dull ache formed in your chest at the thought of possibly never seeing her again.

Oh if she only knew what just happened, she'd lose her shit.

You giggled, shaking your head.

"Whats funny?" The Ghostface asked, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.

You turned your head to look at him and noticed he had his knife in his hand, thumbing it's tip. Your eyes raised passed his bare chest to his voids.

"Oh...oh its nothing..." You turned to face him completely now, your black braw damp and snug against your chest.

There was a moment of silence and you forcefully had to prevent yourself from talking, but it didn't last long. You lifted your hand slightly, pointing at his knife.

"What does it feel like?" You asked.

The Ghostface lowered his gaze to his knife before looking back to you.

"You should know..." His voice muffled.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head.

"No. No what does killing feel like?" You asked, a little bit louder.

The Ghostface visibly scanned you head to toe and you heard him chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly.

"Now why would you ask a question like that? Hm?" His voice full of malice.

You raised your eyebrows, remembering the Entity's words deep in the woods.

"I don't know...just curious." You folded your hands behind your back. You returned his stare and you felt as though something in him had shifted. Though you could not see his face, you felt there was tension between you both-of what exactly, you did not know.

The Ghostface then walked slowly up to you and you instinctively put your hands to your side, your skin and fingertips tingling. The Ghostface then held out his hand presumably for you to take. You reached out and grabbed his fingertips awkwardly and he chuckled again, shaking his head.