Haunted | Simon "Ghost" Riley X Female Reader

Bad Decisions...

His lips moved wildly, his breathing was low but quick. His hands ran up your sides, making your skin chill, and rested on your lower back. He pulled you towards his hips, rolling them against you. A quiet moan left your throat, vibrating against his lips. A low growl from him filled your ears as you began to roll your hips into him, meeting his movements. He pulled away, "unless you want me to fuck you here, stop doing that." he said through tagged breaths. You rubbed against him again without a second thought. "That needy, are you?" he almost laughed. You nodded, eyes doed and focused on him with your lips parted. He looked down at you with a grin that swirled the fire below your stomach with such velocity it made you shake. His hand trailed up your stomach, between your breasts then settled around your neck. "No," he said simply with a squeeze of his hand. Your brows turned up with frustration and you tried to speak but his grip tightened. "Don't argue, you don't even know my name yet you want me to bend you over," he shifted against you again, "and do whatever I want to you." Your breath hitched and your vision began to blur. Internal panic began to spread. I can't breathe. It wasn't long until you tried to pry his hands off as a relieving breath began to drift further away from your lungs. You tried but your fingers wouldn't do what you needed them to. You kept losing your grip, scratching his skin before trying again and again. Your vision began to turn black and you tried to scream but nothing came out. The look in his eyes made your blood run cold. Black, hollow orbs started back at you with such anger you couldn't fathom it. You kicked and shoved and cried but it was too late as you felt yourself start to slowly fade. No one's gonna know I'm dead. Could take months... years until someone realized I'm gone... I'm sorry...

My body is moving but I'm not doing that. Is it him? Where is he taking me? If I'm dead why can I feel him under me? Maybe I'm not dead. At least not yet. Why did I have to come out? Should've stayed home. Why is he doing this? I didn't do anything to him... did I?

Your throat stung as your eyes slowly opened. Darkness around you made the panic set in once more. You sat up quickly, immediately regretting it as you felt your head spin and your stomach turn. You squinted your eyes, hoping they would adjust quickly. After a moment, you looked around in a slight daze as your breathing continued to become more chaotic. It looked empty, nothing except you noticed 4 walls around you.

You shifted and heard metal clanking together. Suddenly, your wrists felt heavy and you lifted your hands but they were restrained to something. The sound of a chain echoed off the walls, "No, no, no..." You said through your teeth, tears welling in your eyes to alter your vision more. You moved to your knees and something soft under you grabbed your attention now. Your hand flattened against what was under you. A mattress?

Deafening footsteps broke through you and your lungs felt like they'd collapse. You yanked on the chain but it didn't budge the slightest bit. You hugged your knees, hoping this was all a nightmare.

After a moment, a door you hadn't seen in the wall in front of you opened. A dim light came in along with a tall figure in the doorway. You wanted to scream but just like his hand taking away that ability before, the fear took it away now. With the dim light coming in, you noticed you were in a bedroom. Only surprised for a moment, you refocused on the figure in front of you. He took a few steps towards you and your grip on your knees tightened. A light was suddenly making you squint. It wasn't too bright, only slightly brighter than the one outside the door. Blinking until your eyes adjusted, you saw the man from the maze, still without the mask, and you cried more. "Please, let me go. I-I won't tell anyone I was here." You begged. He didn't respond at first. It seemed like he was studying you.

"I can't let you go, you've seen my face." He said with a tone you couldn't read but it made your skin prick. "I won't tell anyone what you look like. I just wanna go home." You continued to beg but you saw him shake his head, "Can't risk that, sweetheart." The words made your tears flow heavier. He stepped towards you, and you only just noticed he held something in his hand. A brown paper bag. "Don't hurt me, please." You said loudly and backed away, the metal clanking making your panic overwhelming. "Stop yelling." He said too calmly through your cries. He held out the bag and set it down on the end of the bed when you didn't bother to reach for it. "Eat." He said coldly before turning and leaving you alone. He left the light above you on but the door locking you inside made your stomach turn.