You turned off the car, slipping the key out of the ignition as you sat, waiting for the mysterious poster of the Craigslist ad that you responded to. As you wait, you lean back in your seat, gathering yourself and taking a deep breath. Before you move to open the car door, a man pops out of nowhere, screaming as his face is pressed against the window. You startle slightly, jumping just enough to elicit a smirk from the man, satisfied. He waves his arms and chuckles.
“I was just messing with you! You should’ve seen the look on your face!”
He continues to chortle to himself, taking a step back so you could get out of the car. You sigh deeply, heart still pounding as you try to even your breath, getting a hold of yourself. Shaking your head, you let out a weak chuckle yourself, slightly amused.
“You really got me..” you reply, opening the door and sliding out from the car, camera in tow. Of course, as stated by the ad, you had it rolling the entire time. You use the camera to look him up and down.
“You must be the guy from Craigslist. What was your name again?”
He replied with a wide smile, “That’s right! I’m Josef!” He pauses, glancing at the camera for a moment before looking back at you. “I have a really good feeling about you. I don’t know why, I just do!” As he says this, he leans in to give you a big, warm hug. You awkwardly return the hug, not quite expecting it but rolling with it anyways. He seemed nice enough, you thought. His fingers slowly graze your back and arms as he pulls away from the hug. The way he looked at you was slightly unnerving, but you just told yourself it was nerves, nothing more. You began to follow him inside the house as he’s rambling on about how excited he is to work with you and what his project means to him. You tune most of it out, just nodding along with a smile, keeping in mind that at the end of the day you’ll be a thousand dollars richer. Suddenly, he stops at the top of the steps, turning back to face you.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he greets as he opens the door, guiding you inside. The home looked very clean and tidy; it certainly didn’t feel lived-in at all.
“Nice place you got here,” you comment, eyes roaming around. You pan the camera around as well, getting a nice shot of the interior. He grins proudly.
“Thank you. You’re so nice. I knew I’d like you,” he responds, eyes crinkling at the corners. There it is again, you think, his smile just seems the tiniest bit off. His eyes seem a bit cold in contrast to his smile. Or maybe you’re just imagining things. He gestures for you to follow him into his bedroom excitedly, ushering you on.
“Come on, I’ve got something special to show you!” He exclaims, now taking your hand as he pulls you along.
You stand in the doorway, unsure, as he digs underneath the mattress until he pulls out a mask. The mask is a simple Halloween mask of a wolf with wild hair, baring ferocious teeth. Before you can make a remark, he places the mask over his head with glee.
“Say hello to Peachfuzz!” He declared, sounding as happy as a child on Christmas morning. This elicits a small, amused giggle out of you. Despite yourself, you reach over and pet the top of the mask, fingers running through the coarse fake fur.
“He’s cute,” you reply with a warm chuckle.
“Oh, Peachfuzz likes you, too..” he says, his voice now more rough, almost gravelly. This gives you pause, retracting your hand as if burned, and placing it back by your side. He takes off the mask, setting it to the side, and looks at you with a sly smirk.
“What are you doing just standing there, come on over and sit with me.” He enthusiastically says while patting the mattress beside him. Begrudgingly, you take a couple of steps towards the spot on the bed he was motioning to, sitting down beside him. The mattress was soft and inviting, almost sinking into it.
“Come on, scooch a little closer. I promise I won't bite,” he adds. You scoot the tiniest bit closer to him, now able to smell his cologne. It was an oaky, woodsy scent mixed with some sweat and…something metallic? Quickly, before you process that information, he gets closer, fully in your personal space now.
“Can I ask you a question? And you have to promise to be one hundred percent truthful, okay?” He asks, voice hushed into a murmur, contrasting with the bright disposition he had just moments ago. You swallow hard as you consider the question, hesitating.
“Um, yeah, sure,” you answer, licking your lips nervously.
“Does anyone know you’re out here? I mean, someone as pretty as you should be careful going to meet strangers,”he murmurs darkly. A sudden chill runs down your spine as he says this, heart beginning to palpitate slightly.
“Oh, uh…no, I haven’t told anyone about this business venture…” you reply shakily. You clear your throat uncomfortably, shifting away from him. He shakes his head, chuckling softly to himself before facing you and the camera once more.
“No need to be afraid, we’re friends, right? I was just curious…” He trails off before standing up abruptly.
“You want a drink or anything? I don’t mean to brag but I make a mean cocktail,” he continues, as if nothing happened. Mouth agape, you say nothing, still registering the conversation, feeling dread wash over you slowly. Maybe he’s a bit creepy, but he hasn’t done anything truly alarming yet, right? You shake your head, dispelling the eerie, sinking feeling settling in your gut.
“You have the ingredients to make a tequila sunrise?” You ask, feigning a smile as you try your damndest to get more comfortable. You were being paid to record this guy for a day, you might as well make yourself comfortable.
You switch the camera to your other hand to give your right arm a break as you make your way to his kitchen, watching him pull out a bottle of tequila and a jug of orange juice from the fridge.
“Where’s the grenadine?” You question as you sit at the dining table, zooming in on the ingredients. His face flashes with annoyance for a moment, his smile slipping and a frustrated sigh escapes him.
“I’m working on it,”he huffs, turning around and grabbing it from the fridge as well, setting it down with a dull thud on the counter.
“Okay, sorry…” you mutter softly, lowering the camera. He turns and his face softens, leaning towards you again.
“Don’t worry about it. Now, let me make my good friend a drink! And don’t stop filming…” He lingers for just a moment more before snapping back to his task, pouring the bright red liquid into a glass. You point the camera at the drink, observing his process.
“Almost looks like blood right? Well, maybe like fake blood, at least. Real blood isn’t quite as saturated.” He muses, turning to wink at you. You nod along, eyes following his hands as he pours the orange juice next. The grenadine and orange juice mix, unlike how a tequila sunrise should look, but you don’t care. Alcohol is alcohol. He finishes by pouring the tequila last, sliding the glass towards you.
“Here you are, one tequila sunrise for the lovely videographer.” He beams as he says this, waiting with bated breath for you to try a sip. You lift the glass up to your lips and immediately taste the heavy flavor of tequila; all of the alcohol is sitting on the top.
“That’s a strong ass drink,” you state with a slight exasperated chuckle. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to get me drunk!” A slight smirk flashed across his face.
“Can’t I treat my beautiful friend to a drink?” He asks innocently, holding up his hands in mock surrender. The continual compliments start to get to you, eliciting a small blush to your cheeks.
“Are you trying to flirt with me?” You boldly ask, failing to stifle a grin. You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, despite the age difference and the odd sense of humor he had. Actually, maybe that was part of the charm. He bowed his head, letting out a short, breathy laugh.
“Guilty as charged,” he responds, head lifting to look you directly in the eyes. His gaze sends a shiver down your spine, a spark of electricity.
“You don’t have to load me up with booze to flirt with me, you know.” You tease. His eyes widen imperceptibly for just a moment with mild shock before darkening with intense interest. He grinned with a satisfaction not unlike a predator having caught their prey.
“Ooh, I knew I liked you,” he responds with a smirk. You place the camera down on the counter, the little red light blinking as it continues to record. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer with a playful grin on your lips.
“Oh yeah, how much?” you purr, peering into his eyes. He flashes a dangerous smile, his voice low as he responds,”More than you know. Want to know a secret?” You pull back, tilting your head in response to his question, intrigued. He pulls out his phone, showing you his screen. Photos. Photos of you, specifically. Photos of you as you pulled up to his house, in your car. It struck you as odd, but you said nothing, hoping he’d explain himself.
“I just thought you were so pretty… You must think I’m some kind of creep or something,” he answers, averting his eyes guiltily. You should be absolutely freaked out and running for the hills by now, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t weird you out a little. However, you can’t help but find him and his strangeness a tad charming. He must be nervous and unaccustomed to talking with people, especially romantically, you thought.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. I don’t think that at all,” you reassure him, placing a consoling hand on his back. “I’m a little shocked, is all,” you add, now rubbing your hand gently up and down his spine. He leans into your touch, glancing up at you with a hopeful expression. Slowly, he leans forward, placing a tentative kiss on your lips. Your lips gingerly meet his, his lips surprisingly soft. His dark brown eyes widen in disbelief before shutting tight, savoring the moment. He deepens the kiss, his hands now gripping your shoulders, holding onto you as if afraid you’ll disappear. Your mouths now crashing into each other in frenzied passion, he pulls you even closer, claiming you. He loses control, utterly obsessed. The camera continues to film, now an afterthought in your mind as you let go, slipping your tongue past his lips. He sighs softly as you push further, his tongue melding with yours in a titillating exploration of each other. His hands venture downwards to your hips, his grip bruising, determined to devour you. Suddenly, you pull away, letting out a shaky breath with a sly grin. Before you get a chance to speak, he begins to place open mouthed kisses along your neck, pinning you against the kitchen counter. A pitiful moan escapes your lips, adding fuel to the fire burning within Josef. Lust flickers behind his dark eyes as he gazes up at you. With this, he hastily leads you into the bedroom, caging you beneath him on the mattress, pupils blown wide. Hands begin to wander under your shirt, ghosting over your skin, admiring you. You lift your shirt up, granting him more access, exposing yourself fully to him. His breath catches. An uneven exhale falls from his lips. Without thinking, his hands snake over to your breasts, squeezing them gently. He gives a playful flick to your nipples, chuckling darkly as you whimper in response.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” he says as he lifts from the bed. Confused, you tilt your head.
“No, really, it will be just a minute,” he replies.
He leaps from the bed, bounding towards the kitchen to retrieve the camera, placing it on the nightstand. The continuous red, flickering glow of the recording light catches your eye, a slow smirk curling onto your lips.
“Oh, I didn’t realize I’d be recording one of those kinds of movies,” you taunt mischievously.
“Not just recording, but starring,” he added, swinging his leg over you as he makes his way back onto the bed, straddling you. You can feel the evidence of his ever-growing excitement poking your lower belly; you’re flushed, warmth pooling within your core. He sits back slightly, just enough to slide your underwear off, exposing your glistening wet slit to him.
“Look at that, you’re so wet for me.” He cooed, a mocking grin on his face. Your cheeks heat up, embarrassed at him bringing attention to your arousal. It’s unlike you to do this kind of thing with a stranger, but uncharacteristic as it may be, you find it exhilarating to be in the throes of a spontaneous and passionate encounter with this mysterious man. Before you can come up with a counter, his hands grasp onto your thighs, pulling them apart slowly. His face dives into the flesh between your legs, lapping at your clit ravenously, determined to pull out sweet sounds of bliss from your lips. You moan out strangled sighs and whispers of encouragement, ushering him to continue. And he does. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nub, sucking gently. Your back arches, lifting from the bed. Gasping as his mouth continues its assault to your senses, you edge closer and closer to release. As if aware of your impending climax, he doubles down, inserting two fingers into your pussy and curling them inside you. It’s not long before your vision begins to get hazy; your knees begin to shake and you mewl out pathetically as an orgasm rips through your body. Your nerves feel electrified. Josef looks up at you with the same satisfied smirk from earlier when he scared you. The fact he could easily make you react however he wanted was like a drug to him.
“Mind if I grab something else?” He asks, reaching underneath the bed. He pulls out the wolf mask he so lovingly named Peachfuzz earlier. You let out a slightly bewildered scoff of a laugh, clearly under the assumption it was a joke. When he puts it on, you realize he’s serious. You consider your options, figuring to yourself that it was harmless enough. Maybe you could be into it? He lifts your legs, positioning himself at your entrance. Despite not being able to see his eyes behind the mask, you can feel him staring intensely at you as he slowly pushes inside. The stretch is heavenly, making you feel full as he hilts himself inside you. Your eyes roll back, a guttural groan falling from your mouth. Josef takes this as permission to move, thrusting a bit faster until finding his pacing. Muffled grunts are audible from inside the mask, huffing and puffing as the speed increases. In spite of his age, his stamina was unwavering. His hands roam your body, squeezing your soft flesh, digging into you like sharp claws. His thrusts are animalistic as he continues to plow into you, howling in pleasure as his release nears. Eventually, his hips halt as he unleashes his load deep into you. You wrap your legs tighter around him, not letting him go until you’ve been filled with every last drop. Finally, he collapses onto your chest, the mask’s fake fur feeling scratchy on your skin. The two of you take a moment, chests heaving as you catch your breath. Once Josef finally regains his composure, he sits up, taking the mask off and placing it gingerly on the nightstand beside the camera.
“You were really great. It’s a shame…” he trails off, averting his gaze.
“A shame? What is?” You ask, blinking in response.
“Well, I had initially invited you over because I was going to kill you. But now I’m not so sure,” he answers plainly. Your lips curl, brows furrowing.
“Is this your idea of pillow talk?” You joke, feigning a little chuckle. Perhaps he was joking, he did seem to have a weird sense of humor. He doesn’t laugh, though. You squirm slightly as the unsettling silence expanses between the two of you. Cautiously, you stand on your feet, making an excuse to go clean yourself up. He continues watching you, a sudden dread washing over you as you leave the room.
You stand in the bathroom, gripping the sides of the sink as you stare into the mirror, fighting the feeling of your throat closing up. You try to convince yourself that you’re overreacting, that he’s harmless. If Josef was going to kill you, wouldn’t he have done that already? Your head spins with possibilities, internally struggling to come to terms with reality. The moment is cut short when you notice Josef standing behind you in the mirror’s reflection. You startle, exhaling sharply, placing a hand over your chest. He snickers at your response, finding it humorous. “Someone’s easily spooked,” Josef teases. “You know I was just joking about that stuff, right? Come on, let’s head back to the bedroom. I want to show you something…” He walks away, expecting you to follow. Your feet move of their own accord, keeping close behind. Once you reached the bedroom, he searched underneath the bed again. This time, however, he pulls out an axe. Your blood runs cold. You can hardly get a chance to react before he lifts the axe above his head, and in one fell strike, the blade of the axe slashes your throat. Shock. Fear. Panic. Pain. Blood gushes from the gash, splattering. Your thoughts are no longer comprehensible, a garbled mess of incoherent panicking and indescribable pain. Your consciousness begins to fade to black quickly, dropping to the floor. Then nothing. Josef stares at your limp, lifeless body, crouching down to caress your face. “I really did like you. I’ll never forget you,” he murmured. He looks up to the camera, still sitting and observing from the night stand and gives a cold smile.
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