Day Fourteen: Ghostfaces

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Abigail hid in her bedroom

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Abigail hid in her bedroom. The psycho that had killed Casey and Steve, had called her, and wouldn't stop calling. She had called the police, they had searched the house, but there was no trace of the killer. Matter of fact, the killer didn't call again until after the police were gone, as if he knew they left, which was why Abigail was hiding.

She was terrified that the killer would come for her, but no cop was believing her. She was balled up in her closet, trying to stay as quiet as possible. She had heard the glass downstairs break, meaning the killer had gotten inside. The girl had hidden as soon as she heard the noise, but hadn't heard anything since.

She waited quietly, and right when she was going to finally move and get out of the closet, she seen a shadow pass by the door. She closed her eyes and began silently praying that nothing would happen. She wanted to scream, but she knew that would give away her location. Tears began to leak from her eyes, and a gasp left her lips, as well as a cry when the closet door flew open.

She was yanked out of the closet, and her eyes widened when she seen two people in her room, instead of just one. She was dragged over to her bed, thrown down on to it, and the two men surrounded the bed. One of them climbed on the bed and held down her arms, as the other grasped her legs. She cursed herself in her head, once she realized she was only in her nightgown.

She had gotten a shower when the police left, because she believed she was safe. She had absolutely nothing else on, not even underwear. The one that was by her legs, forced them apart, and stood between them. He leaned down towards her, his knife on display. He held it near her face.

"Please, please don't hurt me." She cried, and the man held the knife just a little closer.

Abigail cried harder, but she knew what she was going to have to do to save her life. She didn't want to, in her head she was saying no, but she could save herself otherwise. She knew what they had planned, so she was just going to let them do what they wanted, without saying no.

The man slowly lowered the knife and placed his gloved hands on her thighs. He pushed the nightgown up to her waist, uncovering her p.ussy for both men to see. She then watched as the man pulled down his pants, and leaned over her. In less than a minute, she felt something poking at her entrance, and barely a moment later, a huge d.ick was pushed into her.

She almost screamed, but the man above her covered her mouth with his hand. The man had prepped her, so she knew she was going to bleed from the intrusion. She was in pain as he pumped in and out of her, but slowly the pain lessened. Eventually, the pain turned to pleasure. She hated herself for starting to enjoy what was happening to her.

She couldn't hold back the moans, as the man sped up, hitting all the right places. He then brought his gloved hand to her c.lit, and she was a moaning mess. In moments, she came all over his d.ick, but he didn't stop. She moaned and cried out, as he f.ucked her harder to make himself c.um.

After a few thrusts, she felt the man c.um, and coat her insides with his hot seed. She couldn't believe he had c.um inside of her, considering she would believe he wouldn't want to get her pregnant. She wasn't on the pill, her mother didn't believe in it, so now she was potentially screwed both ways. And though she wasn't wanting it at first, she liked what had happened, and she couldn't deny the fact that this might've turned into a type of k.ink she didn't know she had until it happened...

Published at 8:24 am; October 14, 2024

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