they all did. the second the lights went out in the cabin, the second that scream rang through the trees, the second y’all realized the phones were dead and the doors were open. they scattered. some cried. some prayed.
maybe it was dumb. maybe it was brave. maybe it was because you could feel her. not just nearby. but watching. like she ain’t kill you first on purpose.
the woods quiet now. too quiet. just the sound of your breathing and leaves crunching under your house shoes. you ain’t got no bra on. just a hoodie, shorts, your hair wrapped and skin slick with sweat. your thighs stick together. your legs tired. and you know she close.
you feel her before you hear her.
a low click. a heavy exhale. the gleam of a blade under the moonlight.
you turn your head slow. and there she is.
tall. bloody. eyes glassy with obsession. a long knife in one hand. her other hand wrapped around her dick. thick, veiny, twitching with every step.
she ain’t wearing shit but a bloody sports bra and some loose camo pants riding low on her hips. her arms flex with every movement. her stomach glistens. her dick swings heavy between her thighs, hard and angry like she been edging herself the entire night.
she licks her lips. eyes trailing from your thighs up to your face. she tilts her head and smiles. soft. crazy. hungry.
“you stayed,” she purrs, voice sweet like honey. “knew you would.”
you back up. slowly. breath caught in your chest.
“beyoncé,” you whisper. “please…”
she laughs. low. thick. she starts walking toward you, slow like a predator, her knife dragging through the dirt.
“they screamed,” she says, voice dreamy. “they begged. ran like rabbits. but not you. mm. you walked through my woods like you wanted me to catch you.”
you shake your head, stumbling over a tree root. “no i was just- i didn’t know where to go.”
“bullshit,” she grins, voice rising. “you came out here with that soft little body, that fat fucking ass, and no bra. you knew what you were doing.”
you hit a tree. can’t back up no more. her shadow swallows yours. her blade lifts. and instead of swinging it, she presses it to your throat. not hard. just enough to make your pulse jump.
“say it,” she whispers. “say you wanted me to chase you.”
you swallow. “i… i wanted you to chase me.”
her pupils dilate. her cock twitches.
you hesitate. your eyes drop to her dick. it’s leaking. throbbing. the tip brushing against your thigh.
“…i want you to catch me.”
and her hand wraps around your throat.
she slams you into the tree, hips pinning yours, tongue forcing your mouth open. she kisses like a killer. desperate. messy. hungry. her teeth scrape your lips, her spit slicks your chin, and her dick grinds into your shorts like it knows it’s getting in.
you moan before you even realize it.
she growls. “look at you. moanin’ on a murderer’s dick.”
you cry out when she tears your shorts down. your pussy already wet. her eyes roll back.
“fuck,” she mutters, spreading your thighs. “this what you been hidin’? this why you stayed?”
she spits on your pussy, thick and fast, and pushes two fingers in without warning. your mouth opens in a scream. she covers it with her palm.
“you scream and i nut,” she says. “you stay quiet and i don’t.”
you nod again, tears slipping.
she pulls her fingers out. sucks ‘em clean. then lines her dick up and pushes in, slow and deep and mean. her forehead drops against yours. her arms shake from holdin’ back.
“tight ass pussy,” she grits. “tryna kill me.”
you choke on your breath. she’s too big. too deep. too intentional.
she starts thrusting. slow at first. then harder. rougher. like she tryna bury her crimes in your walls. like every body she dropped tonight brought her closer to this moment.
her knife still glints in the dirt.
your back scratches against bark. your legs wrapped around her waist. she fucks you like she ain’t had pussy in years. like yours is the first and last. her breath ragged. her hands bruising your hips.
“i told myself i wouldn’t fuck you,” she pants. “told myself i’d let you go. let you live. but you had to stay. had to stand there with that fuckin’ ass and them soft ass lips and look at me like you wanted this.”
you sob. she covers your mouth again.
“shut up,” she moans. “take it. take this dick like you take my madness.”
you cum before you can stop it. body clenching, eyes wide, legs shaking. she don’t even let you finish before she pulls out, flips you over, and bends you against the tree. her dick slides back in like it lives there.
“s’posed to be the final girl,” she whispers in your ear. “but you my first bitch now.”
you scream into your arm. bark digging into your tit. pussy stretched wide. her thrusts cruel. her pace demonic. she don’t care if you cum. don’t care if you break. she just want you claimed.
you feel her dick twitch again.
“where it go?” she asks, voice cracked. “where this nut go, baby?”
“that’s right,” she groans. “inside this fat ass pussy. make it mine. ruin you.”
she slams in one last time and cums with a guttural growl. it pours into you. thick. hot. heavy. she holds you there. trapped. shaking. breathing hard against your neck.
she kisses your shoulder.
soft and whispers, “don’t run next time either.”
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