🚫Michael myers x reader (short stories) 🚫

Captured! Reader x michael myers

HEYO! Before I start I'd like to say that I decided on what to do. I decided that I'm going to do a separate book and then just sprinkle smut into this book here and there for you nuts! Lol anyways, enjoy!))

I awoke in a dimly lit basement. I was bound to a chair, wrists and feet, tied to a old wooden chair. The smell of the damp floor was abhorrent, rancid and vile. The faint smell, along with the mold and fungus that had been festering for years. I licked my cracked lips and scanned the basement for any useful objects. I couldn't remember exactly how I got here to begin with. The memory is distant and fuzzy. I sighed and yanked my body upwards in a attempt to loosen the ropes that restricted my movement. I slowly looked up at the stairs to the door that must lead to freedom. I quietly whimpered, I was scared I admit it. I didn't know where I was and I didn't know who did this. The acorn colored door slowly creaked open, the hinges that attached it to the wall groaning. A figure appeared from the darkness. The entity slowly stepped down the stairs, taking its time. Once it made its way down fully, I realized it was a large man in a pale white mask. The mask was peculiar, and expressionless. A void of emotion was plastered on the mask, signaling to me that must be how the person under the mask truly is. I bit my lip utterly hopeless. Why must I be so fragile at this moment? Why should I ever be this way. There's nothing I can do. I'm trapped. the masked mans eyes briskly shone in the dim light, and quickly dissolved back into the cover of darkness. His eyes were unique and piercing. One being a scarred mess while the other was a nice crisp brown. He made his way towards me, each step causing my heart to slowly sink into my abdomen. I wept loudly, my tears dropping to my muddy shoes. I wept like I never wept before. My heart was tight and beating so loud it rang into my ears. I dropped my head hopelessly, just wanting the masked man to end my suffering. I was scared, cold and deprived of food. I felt cold fingers run across my drooping head. They lifted my face fully, allowing my eyes to land upon the mask. I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked my tears away. "What? What do you want from me?" I croaked out. The masked figure tilted his head slowly. He pulled his hand away from my face and rose from his spot. He looked down at me in pity. He gently placed my (h/l) between his fingers and played with it. I looked at him confused. Was he not going to hurt me? the male gently placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled away from me, walking back up the stairs. I thought of the most horrid circumstances were he to come back down. A couple minutes passed and the male appeared again, he appeared in front of me with a large chefs knife, around 12 inches in total. I knew this would be my demise. I quickly clamped my tired eyes shut and waited for the unruly knife to plunge into my tender skin. All I felt was the rope freeing my frail arms and legs. My eyes shot open quickly and I shakily stood. The masked man stayed alert, watching my every move. I quietly thanked him and started to slowly walk towards the stairs, when he blocked my entry way. I looked up to him and quietly questioned why he stopped me. his cold hands embraced my shoulders and he bent down to my height. He gently took my bloodied hands and placed them on his mask. He beckoned me to reveal his face. I gently pulled his mask up slowly, first his chin, then to his nose. That's as far as he allowed. He slithered his hands to my cheeks and rubbed them, bringing his own face closer to mine. I did not question why this happened so quickly. I don't even know his name, but I feel connected to him. His lips landed on mine and a wave of bliss fell upon me. I sat there, basking in the feeling. Our lips parted and I was left breathless, panting. He picked me up and walked up the stairs. When we arrived upstairs he fled to a door in a hallway, he hastily opened the door and gently laid me upon the bed. The large man tore my clothes from my figure, leaving me bare naked. The cold air caressed my skin and made me shiver. I was soaking at this point, Desperate for any kind of touch, I needed it. Fuck I can't even believe I let myself get this way. I don't even know this fucking dude, it aroused me in some sort of way, doing this. Not knowing who this masked man was or why I even let him touch me in the first place. The excitement erupted from me, I needed to do this for whatever reason. The figure tilted his head and stared me down, making me instantly fluster. I just felt so...vulnerable around him, I liked it. he undid his jumpsuit and tore it away from his figure, leaving him in nothing but his socks and boxers. He tugged at his boxers and looked to me. I caught on with his intentions and sat up, scurrying my way towards him. I tugged his boxers down for him and bent down to insert his member into my mouth, he stopped me though, opting for me lay down and let him touch me instead. I was bewildered, I had never had anyone touch me before. He opened my mouth and shoved his fingers into them, making me suck on them to dampen them with my saliva. He promptly slid them out slowly, letting a trail of saliva come along with it. He inserted his fingers into me and began to pump them at a reasonable pace, staring at me the entire time, observing me silently, watching my face twist and turn in pleasure; listening to my squeals and moans of excitement and bliss. He pulled his fingers out after awhile and placed his member at my entrance. He pinned me down to the bed and slid himself into me, finally making a noise. It was a soft grunt, very soft, but loud enough to hear if you listened carefully. I gasped softly and arched my back a tad, wrapping my legs around his waist. He started to pump his member in and out, slowly at first, but fastening once I started to make noise. He watched everything, he stared at me the ENTRIE time. He watched carefully and he placed his hands around my throat and he listened as he tugged on my hair. He was completely intrigued and interested that's for sure. He was starting to come closer to his climax, his thrusting became sloppier and he started to breath a bit heaver than normal. I begged and moaned trying to get him to finish and he finally did. I sighed happily and watched him as he pulled out and laid beside me, staring at me. I smiled softly and kissed his mask and closed my eyes, drifting slowly to sleep.