curious

night stalker*

close your eyes II

TRIGGER WARNING:
breaking and entering
role play
ddlg play

so how can this be?
you're praying to me
there's a look in your eyes, i know just what that means
i can be, i can be your everything

six hours later

"this girl came in and told me how she thought i looked familiar," i tell my roommate as i curl up on the sofa with a blanket. "it was so weird."

"was she homeless?" she asks me, her eyebrows raising in curiosity as she shoves a spoonful of peanut butter into her mouth.

period cravings are ridiculous.

"no," i tell her with a soft laugh, pulling my knees to my chest as i bury my face in my blanket. "she was really clean - she paid for whatever she had, and she wasn't looking around like a crackhead."

"maybe she met you in a past life." her crooked teeth peek out from behind her full lips as she smiles goofily at me, her blonde hair hanging loosely in her face.

"i don't believe in that shit, dude," i roll my eyes at her comment, a yawn leaving my lips as i look down at my phone for the time. "is it really 3am right now?"

"i guess," my roommate says dully, pushing her spoon around in her peanut butter as she watches it intently, every playful tone in her voice now gone. "you work tomorrow, right?"

"i work at eleven," i huff, throwing the blanket off of my body and pulling myself from the warmth of the couch. "i guess i'm going to bed — goodnight."

"night," she grumbles as she continues to stare at her creamy peanut butter.

peanut butter isn't even that good.

i make my way into my bedroom and groan, peeling my clothes off of my body as i move toward my queen sized pillowtop mattress.

more like heaven rather than a mattress.

wearing nothing but my navy blue underwear, i climb underneath the royal red duvet.

i settle in, my body making itself comfortable underneath the sheets, a fluffy pillow held tightly in my arms as my eyelids flutter closed.

what feels like minutes go by. my bare chest is now exposed to the cold air of the room, the blanket being thrown off sometime during my short slumber.

tap.

squeak.

creak.

one after another, little noises continued to grow louder with every passing second.

i open my eyes to see a figure near the window, the short demeanor seeming slightly less threatening than it should have.

"scream," the silhouette challenged, a deep chuckle leaving the persons lips. "and i swear to god, i'll kill you."

that voice..

i remember that voice.

"who are you?" i ask, my groggy voice laced with fear and confusion as i sit up in the bed, pulling the blanket over my chest. "what do you want?"

"they always ask the same questions," she laughs bitterly, taking a step toward my bed. held by her side was a ten inch silver butcher's knife, the moonlight reflecting off of the shiny surface. "who are you; what do you want; i'll give you anything you want; please don't hurt me," she takes a step toward me with every question, her piercing blue eyes staring into mine. "how original."

i know those eyes.

"answer my question," i say firmly, tears beginning to gather in my eyes as i hold my blanket tightly to my body. "what do you want?"

"who are you to be giving me orders?" the female smirked, raising the knife to look at it in the moonlight. "how bold of a little whore like you."

i keep my mouth shut. anything i say would be the wrong thing to say. i could get myself killed.

she steps closer to my bed, her full pink lips glistening under the light of the moon. "you remember me, don't you?"

"you came into my store," i reply, swallowing thickly as i look into her eyes. "how did you find out where i live?"

"i followed you," she says matter of factly, rolling her eyes at my words as she stands above me. "how else would i know?"

"i-" i start, but as soon as the sound left my mouth, she pounced.

her body straddles my waist — one of her hands grab both of my wrists, pinning them above my head, while the other holds the kitchen knife to my throat. the quick action caused a squeal to leave my lips, my eyes wide as i clench my fists.

"don't speak unless i tell you to," she growls, her lips brushing against my earlobe. "you remember my name, don't you, baby?"

"billie," i whisper, the fear of the cold blade digging further into the sensitive skin of my neck getting the best of me.

"good girl," she hums, her bottom lip catching between her teeth as she pulls the blanket down slightly, exposing my bare breasts. the cold air hitting my warm skin causes my nipples to harden immediately, something billie seemed to grow interested in. "you have perfect tits, you know."

"so round," billie continues, moving the tip of the blade from my jugular, down my neck and in between my breasts. she circles the cold blade around my left nipple before moving to the right. "so pretty.."

she continues her actions with the blade, her hands squeezing my wrists tightly as my body squirms underneath her.

"please, billie," i beg, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as i watch her with the knife. "put the knife down and we can talk about this-"

(starts getting weird here.. just a warning)

her head snaps up, her blue eyes darkening at my words. "rule number one — don't speak unless spoken to; rule number two — if you're going to call me anything-"

"i'm sorry, daddy, i won't do it again." i say quickly, cutting her off as my eyes meet her dark ones. "i promise, i'll be good, just put the knife down."

i feel the knife glide between my breasts and down to my navel, the cold blade causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

y'all thought it was gonna be easy lmao

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