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THREAT - Amber Freeman

T H R E A T:
a statement of intention to cause danger

( AMBER FREEMAN X FEMALE READER )

Y/N's POV:
(not proofread)

It was a strange night. I was alone for once at my house, watching cartoons in my room while eating. There was a noise coming from outside my bedroom door which made me freeze as I paused my tv to stand up.

With precaution, I grabbed my metal baseball bat and slowly opened the door. I walked downstairs in high alert, keeping on eye on every corner of my house. The kitchen light was on and as I readied to charge, I breathed a small sigh of relief to find Amber standing there.

"Babe. It's 10 at night. You scared me shitless." I grumbled and jumped on the counter behind her.

Amber finished washing her hands with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, my love." She hummed, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I didn't mean to scare you, it was a spontaneous decision to sleep at your house tonight. I need you."

"Aw, okay, come on." I cooed, pecking her lips and watched as Amber grabbed her duffel bag from below the table and follow me upstairs to my room. We entered and she immediately threw her bag in my closet, collapsing on my bed. "What's that red spot from?"

Amber glanced down at her pants. "Oh, I did some painting before I came over here. I heard it calms the nerves so, I thought I'd try it out." Her smile warmed my heart.

"Very adorable." I sat beside her, holding her hand. "Why don't you brush your teeth while I get the bed ready for us?"

"Perfect." Amber mumbled and left to the bathroom. I walked to my closet, grabbing pajamas for myself. I reached into Amber's bag, hoping to find some for her as well but what I found, made me scream bloody murder.

"Amber!" A hand over my mouth as soon as her name left my mouth. I glanced to the side to see Amber behind me, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.

"Leave that alone, baby." She kicked aside the Ghostface mask that I uncovered from the depths of her bag. "Shh, it's okay, my darling. I won't her you." What was once her sweet words of love, turned into a sick way of talking.

"So the paint on your pants was... blood?" I hesitantly asked with a whimper. I felt a cold knife press against my throat, making me tense up.

"Yes." Amber whispered, almost regretfully. "Wes', I'm afraid. He just couldn't stop flirting with you, could he?" Tears poured from my eyes.

"Amber... please." I begged, feeling like my whole world was about to end.

"Oh, honey, I won't hurt you. Not ever." She tsked, only filling me with dread and fear. "Lay down, my love."

I did as told after a few seconds of standing froze. I laid on the bed and watched as Amber hovered over me, picking up my chin and kissing me. I didn't want to kiss back, but how could I not? Amber was kissing me. My Amber's sweet lips were on mine again. It felt impossible to believe what she had done.

"If you call the cops..." Amber trailed off, dragging the knife from my neck to my stomach. "I'll do something I will regret. And we don't want that, do we?"

"N-no." I whimpered, closing my eyes shut as Amber leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Then be a good girl for me." She slowly lifted my shirt over my head, placing kisses along my collarbone and soon enough disposing my bra to wrap her lips around my hardened nipples.

Amber took her time to worship my upper body before tugging my pants down with a small, harsh force. "So fucking pretty, baby. So beautiful."

When my panties were ripped off, I immediately felt her force two powerful fingers inside me, thrusting hard and fast as soon as possible. My body tensed up - pain and pleasure started mixing together as she pounded relentlessly into me.

"I couldn't help myself." Amber started, her lips dangerously close to my ear. "He was flirting and flirting and flirting with you. Right in front of me, too." She talked her fingers even harder inside me, adding a third as my pussy was absolutely destroyed by her. "I snapped, baby. Oh, I snapped. His stupid smile and that stupid look in his eyes that he got every time you walked in the room. You're mine, didn't he know that?" Another harsh thrust.

Tears streamed down my face, whimpers of pain and moans of pleasure echoed the room. I felt like shit, guilt eating me alive every time she mentioned Wes. But each thrust of hers brought me back to reality.

I was close, unfortunately and dangerously, close. Amber's strength was unbearable and her fingers curled so deep inside me, I could feel my heart pounding into my chest.

"Be a good girl and cum for me." Amber whispered, her words never failing to push me over the edge. Regretfully, I did so. I couldn't help but cry and scream her name at the same time. "Such a good girl. All mine, right? All fucking mine."

"Y-yours." I stuttered out, flinching a little when Amber licked her fingers clean, using her other hand to wipe the tears that left my eyes.

"Forever and always." Amber said seriously, grabbing a wet rag from the bathroom. "You can't leave, baby. It's you and I now. Forever."

Her words left me feeling about of despair in my stomach. How did I get myself into this?

A / N:
this was shit sorry