PREDATOR 🝮 RANDY ORTON
one.. two.. he's coming for you
all of your friends were dead a painful reminder as the days loom towards halloween night. classmates missing, while fliers collected on every corner, and pretty girls who look like you tallied up.
you've took notes, complied the evidence and rationalized a serial killer gone loose. 6'5 in height, buzz cut, slight stubble, and two full sleeves adorned in ink with distinctive skulls.
randy you remembered was his name is now stalking you, the blood thirsty killer on your heels, disturbing your mental like no other with his taunts. he targeted at random, a frightful telephone call in the beginning.
it was unusual the heavy breathing through the receiver, a chainsaw cutting through what you could only imagine as flesh, and bone while guttural screams played on a cassette.
and then suddenly it all changed. a game of predator hunting prey. the same dark chuckle that sent a shiver up your spine now fills you with desire. fingering your messy cunt to his distorted voice because you know he's watching, opting to wear as little clothing as possible for the day he claimed your pretty head.
it was sinful as families across town mourned their love ones, and streets deserted by midnight you wished for him to find you. to destroy every ounce of caution your parents begged you to have. for the killer to claim his final girl.
as if the cards were perfectly dealt he's standing in your bedroom the lock on your window not enough to shield you from the bad man's intentions. the news sketches do him no justice, he's handsome, fucking ripped in a white beater and grey joggers while towering over your little frame.
the gleam of a butcher knife startles you, the metal tip sliding down your exposed navel and settling to rip the fabric of your lace thong, your legs shamelessly spread wide wet center on display for the serial killer. "dolls always wet until I kill them."
you buck against his gloved fingers the latex exploring your walls and clenching around the material. breath hitching in your throat, as your slick connects a string of cum dripping out onto your sheets the knife never leaving your throat.
his two fingers and now three find a rhythm, scissoring your tight hole as he fathoms ripping you open. watching the terror, and arousal fight for control over your body as he lazily targets your clit. "co-ed whore."
randy wastes no time splitting you open, his pink tip pushing past the barrier and brushing your cervix. holding your chubby thighs open with gloved hands his vice grip leaving crimson marks on your brown skin as he reaches the gummy spot.
"stupid slut, splitting herself open for me what would your parents think?" his words fall on deaf ears, brown orbs broken as you've never felt something so good before. his pelvis brutally slamming against you, the lewd sounds of your whimpers better than the other girls he's killed.
"gonna cuu-m randy." the coil in your stomach tightens, his large hand circling around your neck fingers holding tighter and tighter with each sloppy stroke. "should've turned me in when you had the chance." his gruff reply makes you cum clenching as all logic leaves your dumb little brain.
"next I'm going to kill your parents." the cream coats his length and juices drip onto the thin patch of his pubic hair. he curses the world as tears stain your chubby cheeks not releasing the mistakes you've made his balls heavy to the point of no return. "filling up that pretty pussy before I slit your throat."
"please." was the last thing you muttered before he acts on his word numerous ropes of white liquid coating your walls and spilling out onto the sheets all while he raises the twelve inch butcher knife into the air.
