silence's favorite victim

✗ what i write ✗

the silver scream (mainly silence)

scream movies

hannibal show / silence of the lambs

likely other horror movies

tbh whatever pops in my head

more will be added as i write for it

send a suggestion and maybe i'll write something for it. can't guarantee it'll be anything long, but there might be something (:

i only write for male or gn readers. i will do afab gn / trans masc readers, however there's not enough fics for the non-women out there. also, as a trans masc, i don't feel comfortable doing that.

✗ topics i write for ✗

blood, gore, kidnapping, smut, bdsm, weapon play, stalking, monster fucking, noncon, dubcon, angst, drugs (both con and noncon), physical violence, quite a number of kinks, disembowelment, cannibalism, kidnapping, necrophilia, yandere, manipulation, gaslighting, fuck or die, wound fucking, death threats, rpf

✗ topics i don't write for ✗

incest, underage, scat or piss kink, beastiality, pet play (this one is a personal preference, sorry folks)

if you have a question or a request, shoot me an ask

✗ tag list ✗

#ryan-answers - for asks unrelated to my content

#ryan-imagines - for imagines i have about characters. may be longer and enjoyable to others, may be personal to just me

also on ao3: silentdoves

Joe had to get over this. He was in Ice Nine Kills, for Christ’s sake. Everyone already thought they were all murderers, getting off to blood and gore and all those awful things. And sure, maybe the others did, or maybe they didn’t. But Joe? He couldn’t look at a gory scene in any horror movie, or even hear it. Hell, he could barely handle the sight of his own blood. Spencer teased him for it all the time, and that time he paid Joe to watch the worst scene from Terrifier still haunted him. But it was starting to become an issue, for Joe at least, that he hadn't seen and couldn't stomach so many of the movies Spencer wanted to write about. Everyone reassured him he was perfectly fine not seeing the movies, Spencer had enough knowledge of them to carry the writing process… Joe still felt bad, though. He had to figure it out, one way or another.

So he had Spencer write him a list of movies, ranging from basic bitch, child level gore to hyper realistic super bloody gore porn. The first couple movies on the list were clearly jokes, being some stupid cheesy kid movies. After brief consideration of using those as a warm up, Joe went further down on the list, choosing a movie that sounded still pretty basic. Spencer didn’t provide him with any notes about the list, nothing to go on about how quickly it got graphic. He recognized some of the movie names on the list, many of them being movies the band had done a song about, but none of which he had seen. The one he skipped to was unfamiliar, but he was quickly able to find it on streaming. It was late, the rest of his roommates retired to their rooms for the night. Joe was alone in his bedroom, knowing no one would walk in on him. Not that they would mind, though. Hell, they might have sat down and watched with him.

Clicking play, Joe forced his mind back to his goal: Get the fuck over himself. Or at least grow numb to the blood enough to a point where he could stand the sight of it. The first minutes of the movie ticked by slowly, introducing the story and world and whatnot. It looked like a cheesy movie, one of the b-list horror movies Spencer enjoyed, somehow. Joe hoped the gore would be equally as cheesy and b-list. Forcing breath into his lungs, he relaxed back on his bed, propped up on a pillow as he watched. He wasn’t focused on the story, some teenagers doing stupid stuff. Classic trope, even Joe knew that. The movie moved slowly, a lot of nude shots and suggestive scenes in what was still the first part of the movie. Joe let out a breath, maybe this would be easier than he thought. There’s no way the gore in this would be all that bad, right? Uninterested in the story portion of the movie, Joe slipped his phone from his pocket and began to doom scroll.

He was drawn back into the scene at the sound of screaming. His gaze returned to the tv. One of the women was getting chased, a knife wielding murderer running after her. Somehow, she had ended up in a dark forest, as the victim always seems to. She tripped, stumbling down a rough, steep hill. Her arm scraped on a tree branch on the way down, accompanied by a close up shot of the branch tearing at her skin. Blood poured from the cut. Joe winced, face scrunching at the sight, but knew that wasn’t that bad. Hell, if the whole movie was like that, he knew he could handle it.

But it wasn’t all like that.

The killer had caught up to her now. He had gotten on top of her, pinning her arms above her head as he brought the knife down into her chest again and again. Each stab was accompanied by a close up shot of the knife entering her body. Obviously fake, but gory enough Joe felt his stomach churn. He drew his legs up close to his chest, like they could shield him from the sight. Forcing himself to keep his eyes on the tv, he fought back a gag. He watched the woman in the scene get her chest cut open, the semi-realistic guts on full display as blood began to flood out from the wound. Though he was repeatedly reminding himself it was all fake, some mixture of SFX and CGI, he still didn’t like it. His hand flew to his mouth as the scene got worse, eyes widening with every second that passed. The murderer had reached into her chest, his hand now coated in blood as he fished around in her stomach. Drawing his arm back, a length of intestine came out in his hand. Joe gagged, and then felt his mouth start to water. He made it to the toilet before he threw up, the sounds of the scene following his steps. The girl’s screaming, squishy organ sounds, then gargling. Joe spared a glance at the screen, before gagging again seeing more of the organ being pulled from inside her.

“How does Spencer get off to this?” Joe groaned. He spat out the vomit residue in his mouth before pausing. Maybe that was his answer. He shuttered at the thought, unsure if he could even get anywhere close to hard with this on. Pausing the movie, he took a moment to breathe before grabbing his laptop. He needed something else to focus on, something that could keep his hard-on… well, hard. His hands shook as he typed, the sights of that scene burned into his head. Trying to push it down, he pulled some porn he knew he could cum to. Something simple, easy.

Tossing his pants aside, it took awhile for Joe to get hard, even without he gore and screaming in the background. The scene kept replaying in his head, and it took him several long minutes for him to forget it enough to even start to get hard. But Joe felt his cock stiffen in his hand as he stroked himself, precum starting to leak from his tip. Now mostly hard, Joe, hesitantly, clicked play on the movie. Immediately, he was thrown back into the screaming and gore-filled mess he had just thrown up from. He focused on the other video in front of him, continuing to jerk off, glancing occasionally at the movie on his tv. Each glance softened his cock slightly, but the sounds of pleasure from his laptop kept him hard enough to keep him distracted. His stomach churned again, nausea starting to creep up his throat again. Joe just kept his gaze focused on the porn, staring at the very real and alive woman on his screen instead of the one covered in her own blood and guts. He closed his eyes, hand moving faster as the knot in his stomach tightened. The cries and moans of pain from the gored woman began to sound reminiscent of something pleasurable, Joe decided as he reached his climax. Opening his eyes, his gaze locked on the bloodied body of the woman on his screen, cum leaking from his cock, dripping over his fingers. A gasp slipped from his lips, both from the sight and the pleasure. He whined, cock twitching and stomach churning. He tried to stroke himself through his orgasm, trying to get through the scene with his cock still hard. Struggling, a sigh of relief came from his lips as the camera cut back to the other, alive characters.

Joe paused the movie again. Using a shirt laying on the floor as a cum rag, he took a couple deep breaths. He felt icky after that. Everything about that wasn’t right. Shaking his head, Joe closed the tab of porn and closed his laptop. He was done for the night, he decided as he switched his tv to something easier to watch. Something that didn’t make him want to puke.

That night weighed on him the entire next day. After that, he struggled to fall asleep, haunted by the movie’s gore as well as his own actions. He still felt dirty, even after a couple cold showers. But he managed to hide his disgust with himself from his roommates. They could all handle gore better than him, most of them having worked with Ice Nine Kills for many years at this point. Hell, Mike usually tried to make Joe squeamish from the fake blood on stage. They wouldn’t get it, he knew. So he went through the day as normal, ignoring the random memories of the movie.

He skipped a couple days, needing time to decompress after what he did. Now, not as uncomfortable with himself as before, Joe laid back down to continue. Skipping the movie he had stopped in the middle of, Joe pulled up the next movie and grabbed his laptop. As the movie set its scene and established the plot, Joe threw his pants aside and teased himself. The soft cock in his hands grew hard at the sight of the porn in front of him, slowly moving his hand up and down. He couldn’t cum too quickly, couldn’t ruin himself just yet. So he edged, barely paying attention to the movie for its first 20 or so minutes. He was lost in the pleasure, precum leaking from his tip as he stroked. His body shook, legs quivering from pleasure. Every time he’d stop, he had to hold back a pathetic whimper. He almost forgot what he was doing…

And then, a strangled gasp came from his tv. Drawing his attention, he saw a man as the center of attention on screen, with a knife stuck through his throat. He grasped at the weapon as blood poured from his mouth, almost sensually falling from his lips. Joe mimicked the man’s gasp at the sight, his cock jerking in his hands. He didn’t stop, though, letting himself speed up. He didn’t think he’d cum to this, there’s no way he would. It was too gory, Joe knew as he watched the killer rip the knife from that man’s throat and stab it through his eyeball. Gaze locked on the tv, Joe couldn’t look away. His stomach churned, a nauseous feeling creeping up his throat. And then the woman in his porno moaned, and his eyes were back on his computer. He saw cum leaking out of her pussy, a large load of it dripping down to her ass. Her clean-shaven cunt throbbed before the man’s fingers began to push the load back inside her. Looking between both screens, precum began to leak from his tip. Joe barely noticed his building orgasm, the way his stomach tightened and how his hand sped up, desperate for release until his body tensed. His body jerked, cum spilling from the head of his cock as he watched a woman get her throat slashed wide open. Muscle and gore spilled from the wound, blood pouring out after it. Joe felt even more sick, but at the same time he felt wave after wave of pleasure course through his veins as he came. Stroking himself through his orgasm, Joe only slowed his motions when he was struggling to fight back an overstimulated whine. He paused his porn, but let the movie keep running in the background as he caught his breath. Cum ran down his fingers. It was warm, thicker than blood as it threated to drip into his stomach. Wiping his hand clean on his boxers, more people were getting killed on screen. His cock twitched at each of the noises. Every squelch of blade in flesh, every scream and cry and moan of pain. The sound of people choking on their own blood. Joe’s attention was drawn back to the screen. He gagged at the sight, covering his mouth and turning away. But his cock twitched again, still as hard as before.

“Oh… oh my god…” He mumbled to himself, peeking an eye through his fingers. The scene got worse, more disembowelment and worse gore flooding his vision. Organs were scattered across the floor, the entire scene covered in blood. An empty husk of a body lay off to the side, chest cavity shown to be void of everything. Joe’s stomach turned over, his cock going soft as he felt the urge to throw up. Managing to pause the movie, he barely got his pants up before he got to the bathroom. Falling to his knees in front of the toilet once more, Joe’s chest heaved. His dinner came up, warm vomit flooding from his mouth into the water. His mouth tingled, drool dripped from his lips into the water. All Joe could think about was the scene, the gore, and he gagged until he was just dry heaving. Until there was nothing left in his stomach, he was as empty as that body had been.

Sitting back, moving away from the toilet, Joe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. All he could taste was vomit, and his stomach still gurgled unhappily. Again, he felt gross, now both physically and mentally. Getting to his feet, he flushed his throw up and decided he needed to wash away this feeling. A shower would help.

The warm water felt nice on his skin, helping him relax. He rinsed his mouth out, managing to ignore the lingering taste as he scrubbed his skin. He thought he had been getting somewhere with this, btu after how hard he just threw up… Joe flinched as the scene popped in his head, the visual so vivid in his head it was like he was watching it again. This time, though, in his mind’s eye the body shifted. It lost it’s clothes, gained tattoos, features changing ever so slightly until it was a whole different person.

Now, Joe saw Spencer as that body, gutted and dead on the ground, covered in his own blood. His stomach settled. Letting the thought linger, Joe squeezed his eyes closed as he took his dick in his hands again. Slow strokes, Joe watched the scene in slow motion in his mind. Now, from the point of view of the killer. Joe watched his hands reach inside Spencer’s chest, he could feel the singer’s heart beating in his hands. Spencer’s blood was warm, coating his hands as he removed them from Spencer’s body. The heart came with, disconnecting from the man’s other organs. Dropping it to the side, he reached in again, now retrieving Spencer’s small intestine. He pulled the length out slowly, sensually, watching blood pool under the body.

Joe didn’t realize he was cumming until his legs almost gave out under him. A gasp fell from his lips, his cock twitching as he shot a load at the shower wall. Leaning back against the wall to steady himself, he opened his eyes. The vision faded from his head, breath heavy as he stared at the shower head. A small smile tugged at his lips.

Maybe he could do this.

Stepping out of the shower, Joe had a new idea in mind. A clearer mind, a clean body, Joe felt good. Rinsing his mouth out again, he pulled his clothes back on. He was getting through this scene, no matter what. He had already gotten through one, and he had gotten through most of this one before he was sick. He could make it through the rest.

Laying back down, clicking his laptop to life again as he blindly reached for the tv remote. He found another porno, starting it up before pressing rewind on the movie. He brought it back to the beginning of the scene, right before things started getting gory. Once again, his gaze darted between the scene in front of him and his porn. His cock twitched at every sound the victim made, Joe imagining it was him dismembering Spencer again. Joe’s hands inside the body, covered in blood as they emptied his body of every warm organ. So focused on that thought, Joe didn’t even notice the porno had ended. That he was just jerking off now to the thought of killing and gutting his band member like a fish. Pumping out load after load, a puddle of cum had soaked into the bedsheets beneath him. Fingers sticky and coated in his seed, he finally stopped when the camera cut away from the carnage. His breath was heavy, but a smile lingered on his face. He had done it, with only a slight queasy feeling creeping up his throat, But he did it.

Over the span of the next couple days, Joe got through the rest of the list. Of course, the last film on the list had been the newest Terrifier movie. He actually tried to pay attention to the story bits of this one, considering their song had been in the movie and all. And, now, Joe would likely be watching the next one too. Despite the way his mouth watered and his stomach tried to object, Joe made it through the whole movie. No stopping, not vomiting, and, this time, no porn in the background. He only had to hide behind his hands a couple times, though the jerking of his cock kept him distracted enough to not have to stop. As the movie ended and the credits rolled, Joe picked up his phone.

Joe: Got through your list

He sent the text to Spencer and leaned back in bed. A weight fell from his shoulders, realizing that he had more or less managed to do what he had set out to do. Sure, it was an unorthodox way of doing it, but it was only a temporary solution. After this, he’d just phase out the jerking off portion, and all would be good. Wiping his cum splattered hand on his shirt, he didn’t realize how on edge he was until his phone buzzed next to him, making him jump. His heart was pounding, threatening to beat out of his chest.

Spencer: Great! I knew you could do it Spencer: I’ve got one more for you Spencer: Call it the ultimate challenge Spencer: [Link]

He opened the link on his laptop. It lead directly to the video on a site Joe was unfamiliar with. Maybe it was some home film, something independent… But Joe had a bad feeling about it already. Brushing the feeling aside, he clicked play before unbuttoning his pants. He barely even needed the porn anymore, he could distract himself enough to where he could get off with just the movie now. This really was gonna be the ultimate test.

Right away, this was different from the other movies. The camera quality was lower, and there wasn’t much story before the gore began. Joe was barely even able to get himself hard again before a man was screaming in fear. The camera. which seemed to be handheld and was from the POV of the killer, zoomed in on the victim. Not a teenage boy, but an older man this time. Another oddity that stuck out to Joe, but he let the thought drop from his brain as he watched the knife plunge into the victim’s back. He screamed again, though more in pain than fear this time. Joe watched as the knife was retracted and the victim was rolled onto his back. Blood poured out of the wound, staining the ground beneath him red. The puddle got larger as he was stabbed again. And again. And again. Repeatedly, Joe watched the knife get driven into the man’s chest. On the last time, the killer pulled the knife down, slicing the man’s chest wide open before the knife was pulled out. The special effects in this movie were different than all the others, Joe started to notice. So was just the general editing of the movie, most noticeably there were no cuts. It was all one length of film. The twitching of Joe’s cock drew him out of the thought. His pumping sped up as he watched the scene, the man’s chest wide open now. The camera was getting close ups of all the organs. The way they jerked and pulsed, the blood flowing over them. The first load was pumped from his cock, spilling down all over his hand and aided in the continued stroking. He had to bite back a moan as his orgasm ripped through his stomach, his free hand grasping the sheets beneath him. A second load spilled out as he watched this body get dismembered, taken limb from limb and cut into pieces. Joe swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to vomit as he watched. A third load came as the body was decapitated. Joe felt his mouth start to water, filling with saliva, coating his teeth. Though, before he could vomit, the video cut. An abrupt end, but a welcome one. Joe wiped his cum on his shirt again, before realizing how disgusting his shirt had become. Standing, he crossed the floor to his closet to change it. As he slipped the clean fabric over his head, Joe grasped for his phone again. He opened his messages with Spencer once more, hands shaking as he typed.

Joe: Done.

Almost immediately after Joe had hit send, his phone was ringing. Spencer’s name was displayed on the screen. His heart skipped a beat.

“I did it.” Joe’s hands shook as he held his phone to his ear. His stomach turned over, more with nerves than disgust now. Spencer laughed, though the noise sounded more dark than cheerful.

“Shiiiitt, really? I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Spencer laughed.

“Do… Do what?” That feeling of nervousness crept up Joe’s stomach. His eyes focused back on his laptop screen, the still image of that man’s dead body staring back at him. Spencer could never have known how he got through these movies… Could he? He felt his cock pulse in his pants, still semi-hard.

“Dude, that was an actually fucking snuff film.” Joe’s stomach dropped. The smile on Spencer’s lips was obvious as he spoke, which only made this worse.

“I-I thought those didn’t actually exist.”

“No, they do… You know what that means?” Spencer hummed.

“Oh fuck,” Joe groaned, eyes widening. He couldn’t tear his gaze from the screen in front of him, from the real corpse on his screen. He wanted to throw up but, now, he didn’t feel the urge to. His mouth was dry. “I… Fuck…”

“Well? Did you enjoy it?” Spencer’s voice dripped with… satisfaction, almost. He laughed. Joe cut him off by hanging up. He could still hear Spencer’s laugh echoing in his head. Joe couldn’t admit it, not to Spencer, not to himself. Not to anyone.

~~

Days pass, and as night falls and his roommates head off to bed, Joe finds himself feeling pent up. His semi-hard cock had been bugging him, distracting him from any of his work. His focus kept getting drawn back down to the forming tent in his pants. Flopping down on his bed, he needed to take care of this.

Laptop to his side, cock in hand, Joe couldn’t find release, though. No matter what porn he watched, or how he jerked himself off, he couldn’t cum. Many long minutes passed, his pleasure building but never coming to its peak. An orgasm peaking in, but he couldn’t reach it. Sweaty and desperate, a new idea popped in his head. It was an idea he didn’t really like, but an idea none the less. He was desperate, he’d try anything.

Joe went back to that link Spencer had sent him, the snuff film. As soon as it began to play, Joe’s cock twitched in his hands. Biting back a moan, he scrubbed forward to where the film got gory.

He found himself cumming easily, now. His stomach churned.

“Do you like Ice Nine Kills?” Pog held my RIP lanyard in his hands, narrowing his eyes at me as he spoke. The sounds of the convention around us were distant compared to his voice. Silence abductions at Silver Scream con, a pretty standard thing now. The crew would run around with one or two of them in the silence masks, playfully taking people that paid almost too much money to the tent in the back of the convention. Some lore related questions, a free merch item they have too many of, and you’re sent off again. And now, it was my turn. There was one silence standing directly behind me, the fake ice pick pressing at my throat already. Another stood at Pog’s side, and through the mesh of the mask I could tell they were staring at me. That one wore the normal silence mask, and the glimpse of the one behind me I had gotten told me they wore the newer, more fucked up mask from the The Great Unknown music video. I swallowed hard, trying to stop my face from flushing as I answered.

”Not really.” I mimicked the tone of the original phrase, trying to sound nonchalant. The plastic weapon tightened against my throat, and I felt the silence’s free hand grab at my arm. Pog nodded and dropped my lanyard, now grabbing at my other arm.

“Alright, I’m gonna have to ask you to come with us.” His grip was firm as his fingers wrapped around my forearm. He didn’t hold me tight, giving me an opportunity to change my mind and pull away. But I didn’t want to do that. The other silence walked on the other side of me, keeping me trapped. They stayed a few steps ahead, pretty much leading the way back to the tent as they walked me through the crowds of the convention. The whole thing was an act, but there was still a pit of fear that formed in my stomach, especially as the sight of us three drew gazes from onlookers. “It will be easier if you don’t fight us.”

The normal-masked silence held the tent flap open for us as the two led me inside, then they followed us inside too. The make shift room was dark, a table and two chairs sat in the middle while a couple of smaller tables were against the far wall. Boxes and bags were piled on top of and under those tables. The silence with the ice pick to my throat forced me down in the chair closest to the door, before standing directly behind me, their stomach and hips leaning against my back and the back of my head. They seemed more aggressive than years prior, but I couldn’t help the way it made me blush. I tried to hide my fluster as Pog sat down at the other end of the table. The other silence finally took their eyes off of me as they began to root around in the boxes toward the back corner of the tent. They were looking for something, and the fact that I couldn’t even begin to guess what made me nervous. I knew they weren’t actually going to hurt me, but something about this just felt… off. I swallowed back my fear.

“I’m just gonna start by asking you a few questions, and my friends here are gonna make sure you cooperate. Okay?” Pog glanced at the silence rooting through the boxes before he grabbed something sitting on the table in front of him. I watched him flip open the case and click it open, the tablet illuminating his face. The downward angle of the light made him look ominous. He now looked at the silence standing behind me. The ice pick on my neck pressed harder, prompting an answer from me.

“Okay, yeah got it-“ I managed to say without stuttering. Trying to ignore how painfully turned on this made me, I focused on Pog and the tent around me. Pog nodded at my response. The other silence seemed to find what they were looking for at that moment and came back around the other side of the table, now at my side as well.

“How long have you been a fan of Ice Nine Kills?” I answered, my eyes darting around the tent. I couldn’t just stay focused on him, unable to stop thinking about the contact with the silence behind me. I knew I was still blushing, I could feel the heat on my cheeks. There’s no way I could make eye contact with Pog like this. He nodded at my answer, looking down at his list of questions again. “How many times have you seen Ice Nine Kills live?”

I answered honestly again, almost managing to get the blush off my face… Until the new-mask silence pressed their body against my back harder. Had the ice pick not been made of plastic, it would have cut me by now. The normal-masked silence grabbed one of my arms, hand sliding down to my wrist as the silence holding the weapon took a small step back.

“Now, I have one last question for you, and do answer honestly.” A smile teased the corners of Pog’s mouth as he spoke. Clicking his tablet off, he put both hands flat on the table and stood up. He leaned forward until his face was close to mine, towering over me as he spoke again. “Are you turned on right now?”

His voice was smooth, and his lips fully spread into a smirk as he watched my reaction. My cheeks turned an even darker shade of red, confusion and surprise filling my face as I processed his question. The jingle of metal on metal caught my attention at that moment. I felt the silence holding my wrist click something cold and metal around it, and then do the same on the other wrist. Immediately, I tried to pull away, but quickly found my wrists handcuffs together. The silence moved away, hand sliding up my arm to grasp at my shoulder as the weapon wielding silence stepped closer to me once again. “Hey, what-“

“Come on, don’t play dumb. It’s written all over your face.” Pog grabbed my chin, making me look up at him. As the silence pressed further into my back, I swore I felt something rubbing against me, a bulge near their crotch. My heart pounded as I realized what was going on. “Come on now, are you?”

I stayed quiet, unable to find my words. This couldn’t be happening, right? This was a dream. I was breathless, I felt surrounded, like prey. Pog narrowed his eyes at me again at my non-answer before squeezing my face. “Well?”

A sense of urgency, annoyance almost was present in his voice, louder this time than before. His smirk downturned into more of a frown. The tone frightened me, his cool demeaner starting to drip away. I winced, before answering honestly. “Yes… I am.”

The smirk on his lips reappeared as he leaned back, letting go of my face. He seemed pleased with my answer, nodding as he looked me up and down. “Very good. Silences-“

He didn’t even finish his sentence, barely got the word out before the two silences were lifting me up out of the chair. They laid me out on the table, stomach down as I thrashed in their hold. I felt one of them pull my bottoms down, my underwear along with them, exposing my nude skin to the cool air around me. I shuttered, still trying to fight them off while the other silence pinned me down, their hands pushing down on my arms. “Get the fuck off me!”

A slap shut me up, and I looked up to see Pog standing near my head. He grabbed my chin again, pulling my face up uncomfortably. “You want this, I know you do. It will be easier if you don’t fight us.”

The first time he said those words, he sounded casual, like he was acting. Now, there was something menacing behind his tone, something… darker, more sinister. My cunt throbbed, and he must have noticed the fact that it turned me on even more, as he laughed. A harsh, taunting sound. He ran a thumb over my lips, pulling my bottom lip down slightly before releasing my face. I felt the hands on my arms vanish. A silence took Pog’s place, and looking up I saw the new, freaky mask staring back down at me. I whined, watching as this silence began to fumble with their belt buckle, all the while I felt the other silence running their gloved hands up and down the insides of my nude thighs. Their hands drew dangerously, teasingly close to my cunt before backing away again. I shivered, shaking as I watched them.

After what felt like several painfully long moments, the silence in front of me undid their belt and I watched as they pulled their cock from their pants. They were already hard, precum dripping from their tip as they stared down at me. It was barely inches from my lips, threatening to draw closer every second. Focusing so hard on the cock in front of me, I flinched as I felt the other silence’s fingers brush against my wet cunt. Their fingers teased at my entrance as the other’s cock pushed past my lips. I was too stunned to fight back, letting their cock prod at the back of my throat. Meanwhile, the other pushed two fingers inside me. A moan slipped out from around the silence’s cock, and I watched them shutter at the feeling. A hand knotted into my hair, holding my head in place as they began to thrust their hips into my mouth.

I spared a glance over at Pog, and saw him still watching. Arms crossed over his chest, he looked between both silences. A tent grew in his own pants, but he seemed to be ignoring it for the time being. He saw my gaze and grinned, though didn’t say anything. Silence drew my attention back as they thrusted their cock deeper in my throat. I gagged, but took it. Not like I could fight them anyway. The other silence thrust their fingers deeper in me, separating them slightly to stretch me out. Squirming, I felt their fingers speed up. The sound of a zipper was faint, but managed to catch my attention still. The silence pulled their fingers out of me, and I felt empty for only a moment. Then I felt something else, something bigger brush against me. One of their hands spread my cunt open, the other grabbed at my hip as I felt their cock enter me. I gasped at the stretch. The silence at my front took that opportunity to fuck their cock deeper in my mouth. Their thrusting sped up, and I felt their other hand tug on my hair. Gagging again, I barely made out Pog’s voice through the sounds of squelching and skin on skin.

“Don’t hurt ‘em too much.” The silence slowed down slightly, though it was barely noticeable as the silence behind me pushed their full length inside me. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out of my throat as the normal masked silence began to thrust in my cunt. My body tensed, straining against the handcuffs as both ends of me were fucked. Moaning again, my gaze drifted up and made eye contact with the silence fucking my mouth. That freaky, fucked up mask stared down at me, small grunts and groans coming from behind it. It was made to be scary, intimidating, nonhuman. and yet all it did right now was turn me on more. It made my cunt throb, a whine reverberating around their cock. Their thrusting slowed down, cock still going deep in my throat, head lolling back as their grip on my hair tightened further. I let out another moan, though it was quickly followed by a harsh slap on my face. I yelped. “Don’t be too loud, now. Unless you want to be heard?”

Pog laughed as my eyes widened, remembering where I was. The convention was just feet away, people had been walking by the tent the entire time this was going on. My cheeks flushed, though my mind was drawn back to the present as the silence pushed their cock as far down my throat as they could. My eyes watered as I felt their length twitch on my tongue. Then they came, and I felt their hot load get pumped in my mouth. It was nasty, leaving a salty taste on my tongue. Their fingers were still knotted in my hair, pulling my face closer to their cock. My nose was pressed into their bush, the scent of their musk filling my nose. I could hear their heavy breathing, and could barely see their chest heaving as they came down from their high. I didn’t swallow, waiting for them to pull out so I could spit it all out. But they didn’t. Their cock lingered in my mouth, the mask staring down at me as I waited. The other silence continued to pound my cunt, forcing another moan from my throat. My mouth was beginning to fill with spit, but I couldn’t swallow this. As I stared back at the silence, our gazes connected, I felt Pog’s hand on my face again. He pinched my nose closed, cutting off my breath.

“Swallow.” Was all he said, a certain sharpness behind his words. I tried to shake my head, to tell him no, but I couldn’t. Pog watched me, and I could feel myself starting to lose air. I whined, but no one responded. And the silence pounding my cunt wasn’t helping, their fingers digging into my sides as their hips slowed down. Their cock still hit the deepest parts of me, though their thrusts were agonizingly slow. My air was running out, faster than I thought it would. My head grew dizzy as I swallowed down the Silence’s cum. Pog removed his hand, and I took as deep a breath in as I could. Pog nodded, sharing a look with Silence before stepping back. They began to move their hips again, a loud groan coming from behind the mask. The voice was familiar, but in this state I couldn’t place it.

As the Silence behind me picked up speed again, I felt a knot in my stomach tighten. Squirming, I tried to fight off my orgasm, forcing it back. I couldn’t cum like this, it would be humiliating. A wave of panic washed over me with the feeling, and once again I started to try and fight them. But, stuck between the two silences, I couldn’t move very far. I heard Pog laugh again before his hand pushed down on my back. “Do you want them to stop? Then tell them to, it’s that easy.”

But I couldn’t. Between the cock in my mouth physically preventing me from speaking, and the dark desire that I didn’t actually want them to stop, I couldn’t get the words out. I heard a soft gasp from Pog, drawing my eyes over towards him. I had noticed the slight tone change, but didn’t think much about it until I saw him. My eyes widened when I saw his cock in his hand, jerking off to the sight of me. My cunt clenched around the silence’s cock, which only brought me closer to an orgasm. I whined and moaned again, the pleasure running through me proving to me too much. The knot in my stomach snapped, my legs beginning to tremble as I came. The silence fucking my cunt gasped, slowing down again as I felt them twitch. They were close too, I could tell by the way they were moving they were trying not to cum just yet. I strained against the handcuffs, my body tensing from the orgasm that had ripped through me. Pog moaned again, a smile still stuck to his lips. The silence in my cunt picked up speed again, their finger tips digging deep into my sides before I felt myself get filled. They forced their cock as deep into me as they could, hips flush with my ass. The other silence continued to fuck my throat, their violent thrusts only heightening my pleasure. My legs shook, and the tent was full of a choir of soft moaning and groaning. Pog let out a breathy laugh, but he cut himself off with a small gasp.

As I came down from my high, the silence behind me pulled their cock out of me. I felt their cum start to leak out of my cunt, though their fingers pushed inside me to keep me full. The silence in front of me began to get sloppy, their hips shuttering as they pulled their cock from my mouth. Looking up, I watched their fingers wrap around their length, jerking themself off momentarily until they shot another load. This one painted my face, strings of warm cum beginning to run down my cheeks. I gasped, though couldn’t do more than that before Pog also stepped into view. He did the same, stroking his cock until he too shot a load onto my face. Their cum mixed and dripped off my chin, forming a small puddle on the floor. I whimpered, licking the cum from my lips. Both of the figures in front of me were breathing heavy, and Pog was still grinning down at me. Wordlessly, he slipped his cock back into his jeans and walked over to the prize table in the corner.

“What size shirt are you?” His tone was casual, like nothing before this had just happened. I told him, and he grabbed a shirt from the pile. He wiped the left over cum on his hands onto the shirt. I also watched him grab something else. When he came back over to me, I heard a soft click and felt the handcuffs around my wrists loosen. “Clean yourself up, unless you really want to go around the con looking like that.”

I took the shirt from his hand, an old merch design that was quickly covered in jizz as I wiped my face off. I was shaking, fumbling with my clothes as I tried to get myself dressed again. The normal mask silence helped, making sure I didn’t fall or stumble. They helped me get reclothed, more-so using it as an opportunity to further grope me. The other two just watched, and I noticed a tent still visible in both of their pants. I balled the shirt up when I was done with it, trying as hard as I could to hide the cum stains on it. As I finished, running my free hand down my chest to make sure I looked alright, Pog spoke up again.

“What?” I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly, though the look in his eyes told me I had. Chris’ smile widened, eyes drilling into me further.

“You should come back to the bus with me. All the other guys are out drinking, I don’t wanna just be all alone,” He hummed. His hand had raised and was now resting on my upper arm. Something about the way he spoke sent chills up my spine, while also sending a pulse between my legs. I smiled up at him.

“I’d love to keep you company, Chris.” The hand on my arm tightened its grip. He lead me to the tour bus, the night silent around us. I was nervous, trying hard not to show it. I could feel his eyes on me, staring straight through me, watching me like a hawk. I spared him a glance, though tried to keep from staring at him. He held my hand as he lead me onto the bus. The doors shut behind me, and Chris was on me instantly. His lips pressed against mine, hands grabbing at my hips, pulling me close. I didn’t fight him, we both knew I was as desperate for this as he was. His tongue slipped past my lips, and it took everything in my power not to moan back into his mouth. I could feel his lips curl up into a smile as he pulled me closer. The bulge in his pants pressed against my crotch. I whined, starting to grind back on him. His hands snaked around my hips and began to grope at my ass. Chris guided me back towards the couch until I had sat and he was on top of me. Lips still intertwined with mine, he somehow pressed himself even closer as he began to tug at my shirt. He broke the kiss long enough to pull my top off. His hands traveled further up my body. I shuttered under his touch. He felt me up, running his hands over every inch of exposed skin. My own hands slipped up under his shirt. His breath hitched. Desperate, his fingers began to fumble at the button on my pants.

“May I?” He breathed when he pulled away, looking into my eyes as he spoke. His face had flushed red, and his eyes were so desperate for this I could have cum on the spot. He almost seemed nervous, though I knew that couldn’t be true. Though, I couldn’t help but notice the slight shake of his hands. Maybe excitement? I brushed it off.

“Please, yes fuck please…” My words came out more begging than anything. My heart pounded, and I knew with how close he was to me, Chris would probably hear it. His toothy grin only confirmed that, and made my heart beat even harder.

“Nervous, sweetheart?” My head spun as he whispered in my ear. I could smell him, he smelt good. A thousand and one other thoughts jumbled together in my head. His breath was warm against my ear, his body soft against mine. My breath was jagged, terrified of screwing up. And yet he kept going, “Good, so good.”

“Chris…” His name slipped past my lips. Breathy, desperate. He grinned as he pulled my pants and underwear down. He ran his hands cover my newly exposed skin. Gentle touches, teasing all over my body. Involuntarily, my hips rolled up into his touch. A silent plead that he gave in to. His fingers brushed against my sensitivity. Touching me lightly, barely brushing against my skin. I gasped. I shuttered. His lips attached to my neck, kissing and sucking marks, knowing I would have a hard time hiding them. That I would show them off. His head dipped, his mouth moving down my body as his fingers continued to make me shutter. He kissed my shoulders, moving down to my chest. Over my stomach, he lingered at my hips. Teasing me, kissing right above where he knew I needed him. I was panting, his touch light but enough to get me riled up and needy. I knew what he was looking for, and I managed to find my words long enough to say it, “Please.”

He grinned before his lips joined his fingers. His eyes lingered on mine as he licked. He watched me, savoring my reactions. I was shaking, and finally a loud moan slipped past my lips as he gave me head. His free hand gripped my hips, keeping me in place. I turned to putty in his hands, cumming hard for him. He groaned, but didn’t stop. Not even to let me breath. He brought me past the edge, overstimulating me until I was squirming and whining and about to cum again. I managed to fight back the scream that had build in my throat, lest someone hear us. Then he stopped, and I took in many heavy breathes. My body still shook. Chris looked up at me, smiling.

“Did that feel good, baby?” His voice was smooth and low, flowing through my body. Just hearing him talk like that could have made me cum again. My hips shook and jolted from the pleasure, his fingers still lightly teasing me. Brushing, little touches. I nodded, a whine slipping out of my mouth. “Come on, say it.” ”Fuck, yes it did. Please, Chris.” I managed to form words past the moans that lingered in my throat. He grinned and went down on me again. It wasn’t long before I came again, rolling my hips into his mouth, desperate for more. Desperate for him. He worked me through my second orgasm before pulling away. He licked the cum from his fingers before pushing them past my lips. My tongue swirled around them, humming as I tasted myself mixed with his saliva and sweat. He watched me closely, his head coming back up towards mine. I could feel his dick through his pants as he pressed his body against mine. His lips crashed into mine. I pulled him closer in my desperation. My hips rolled, grinding against him like my life depended on it. I needed him more than air, especially as his hands grabbed at my hips. His nails dug into my skin, harsh enough that I knew they were going to bruise tomorrow. I didn’t care. I leaned into his touch as his hands traveled back up my body. His hands wrapped around my throat. His touch was rough, fingers holding tight and digging into the sides of my neck. I didn’t think much of it as he squeezed, my head swirling from his grip. I moaned, back arching and chest pressing against his as he hovered over me. My volume raised, I didn’t care if anyone heard us anymore. I was so lost in the pressure that I didn’t notice him pressing on the front of my neck until I couldn’t breath. Pain shot through my body. I gasped, suddenly struggling to take in air. I clawed at Chris’ hands and arms. My body couldn’t get words out, only strangled wheezes as he squeezed even harder. My arms and legs flailed, trying to hit him and push him away. No luck. The corners of my vision grew dark. I felt my arms get heavier, my movements more slow and sluggish. Chris’ grin widened. His grip tightened. My vision tunneled. I could only see Chris. My ears were ringing so hard, Yet all I could focus on was him. Chris never let up, and soon enough I slipped into permanent darkness.

~~

Chris’ hands stayed around their neck for a long time after they died. After he felt the pulse under his fingers weaken, and then stop completely. Their skin felt nice under his hands, rubbing against his own. He looked over their body, examining it in a way. The poor slut he had decided to kill today, just to cum. Had he even bothered to learn their name? If he did, he couldn’t remember it. It didn’t matter now. They were dead, and Chris thought they looked even better like this. Chris finally felt the blood rushing to his cock as he stared at the corpse. He palmed himself through his pants, smiling to himself. A wave of desire, of desperation crashed down on him as he stared at this corpse. He pressed his lips against theirs once more. They were cooler than before as blood began to drain from their face. It would pool at the back of their head, the skin turning beautiful shades of red and purple and pink. Their bloodless face would pale, though still attractive in death. But right now, the blood had not yet drained from their face. They still held color, though Chris knew it wouldn’t stay for long. Chris jerked his pants down, sliding his hard cock out of his underwear. He was already leaking precum, his victim today just too gorgeous for him to help it. He pressed his cock against their hole, not yet pushing inside them. His fingers now played with their mouth, pulling it open and examining it. Pulling at their tongue, sticking his fingers down their throat. Examining them, like a medical examiner with their cadaver. But, they weren’t human anymore in Chris’ mind. In his eyes, they were now a lifeless, soulless body for him to fuck. Just a piece of meat. A toy.

Chris smiled as he jerked himself off, so painfully hard that, as he pushed his cock inside them, he already felt close to cumming. He gripped their hips hard, droplets of blood spilling from under his fingers. Their skin stuck under his finger nails. He thrusted slowly, making sure not to cum early. His hip movements were careful, thrusting his full length deep inside. Pausing whenever he felt his cock twitch, Chris edged himself on this corpse. Blood spilled from the marks he left with his fingernails, staining his hands and dripping all over the bus couch. It distracted him, seeing the blood start to stain his skin, before he felt his cock twitch again. He was about to burst, body aching and begging him to cum. He thrusted hard, deep into the corpse. He needed this too bad to torture himself any longer. Hips moving quickly now, Chris found himself cumming before he even realized it. He pumped his cum deep inside the body, thrusts not stopping but speeding up as he fucked them. Finally allowing himself to lose control, desperate for their body as he railed them. Rutting into them like a desperate animal, his lips pressed into them again. He made out with the corpse as he fucked it. Moans and groans slipped from Chris’ lips between the dirty words he whispered in the corpse’s ear. Words that they wouldn’t hear, but he said anyway. He pumped another load inside the corpse before slowing to catch his breath.

Chris was breathing heavily as he looked over this body. His mind spun from two orgasms so close to each other, that he didn’t realize what was missing from their body. His hands ran all over their skin as a thought nagged at the back of his head. It took him a moment to pinpoint it, though.

They weren’t bleeding. No blood painted their perfect skin, dotting it with gorgeous splashes of red. They looked so… bare, in Chris’ eyes. So naked. He needed to change that.

Chris pulled his cock out of them, distracted momentarily by the sight of his cum pouring from them. His cock twitched, and he almost forgot what he had moved to grab. And then the thought of blood mixed with that cum floated into his mind. Chris went for his pocket knife, flicking it open with ease. Blade pressed to his victim’s skin, he thought the silver blade complimented them nicely. He took his time with his first cut. A minor cut, observing how their skin split. How the blood poured from the cut down their skin. Covering the blank canvas in a fresh stream of red. Chris pressed his fingers to the gushing cut, smearing fresh blood around the wound.

“Fuck…” He whispered. After pushing his cock back inside the corpse, he noticed a noticeable drop in temperature. He twitched. He kissed them again, and then just pushed his tongue inside their mouth. The chill that has settled over the body excited Chris. Goosebumps raised across his skin, and a shutter ripped through him. His bloodied fingers pressed against their face, smearing the red substance across their jaw and cheek.

But he needed more. More blood, and even worse than just blood. Chris dug his knife into his victim’s stomach. Once again he cut slowly, opening the body up to reveal the organs and guts inside. This cut was much larger, made bigger by Chris ripping it open. Blood poured out, drenching his hands and forming a puddle beneath the body. He didn’t stop thrusting, using the blood that dripped down as extra lube. He was loud, moaning out and mumbling to the corpse how good they felt. Telling them how god they’re being, despite the fact that they can’t hear him. He was quick to pump another load inside them, now fueled further by the blood that coated his cock. Chris plunged a hand into hos victim’s open stomach, his fingers wrapping around their liver. He plucked it out. He held it up to the light to examine. And then he squeezed. Harder and harder, watching it closely. It squished in his fingers, falling apart out of his hands. Crumbling as he squished it in the palm of his hand. Blood that had once been inside the organ came pouring out. Running over and between his fingers. dripping back onto their body. They still wore that same shocked, struggling expression they had had when they died. Chris came again. Just the mere sight of them like this, covered in their own blood and gore, somehow made Chris more turned on. His cum had started to leak out around his cock, mixing with the puddle of blood beneath them. It squished loudly, the sound of skin slapping against skin joined Chris’ desperate moans as they filled the room. He was cumming so easily now, his hands buried keep into the body’s chest cavity. Playing with their organs, blood smearing up his arms, coating his tattoos in an almost opaque layer of crimson blood. He didn’t mind it. In fact he thought it looked even more sick. So he plunged his hands in further, blood soaking up to his elbows. Chris was panting hard now, body shaking and cock starting to ache from how many times he had cum. Their body had grown cold, yet Chris just couldn’t bring himself to stop. The body had yet to start stiffening, but he knew it would happen soon. He aimed to make the most of his kill before that.

…it’s time to scream!

Even with all the horror movies I’ve seen, I wasn’t prepared when I watched them step from the shadows. Ghostface, blood dripping from their hands as well as the knife grasped in their fingers. Bloody footprints trailed behind them as well. The light of the room didn’t stretch far enough to illuminate them. Their dark robe hung suspended in the shadows. They were still, just watching me, their prey. I stared back. I knew that when I ran, they would chase. I had seen my friend’s body, gutted and torn apart. I knew what they would do to me if they caught me. I tried to figure out a way out mentally before I could even move. Going through the layout of the space in my head. We were upstairs, but I could likely go out a window in it came down to it-

But they acted first, lunging at me to catch me unawares. I managed to pull myself just out of their grasp just barely, starting my sprint through the house again. This time, this killer managed to outsmart me. They disappeared behind me, though as I rounded a corner, I ran right into them. They had me pinned down in a second’s time, before I could fully process what they were doing. I screamed, but nothing happened. No one came. Everyone close enough to hear was dead. I was pinned on my back, my hands above my head, at this killer’s mercy. I tried to kick and flail. But they held too tight. Even when they changed to holding both my wrists with one hand, they were too strong for me. I was still stuck in place, forced to watch as they pulled a knife from the pocket of the robe they wore. The cold metal pressed against my throat, my body froze. My gaze never left them, watching for any sudden movements. I kept as still as possible, not trying to get cut. The masked figure on top of me cocked their head, staring down at me. They were examining me, sizing me up. I stared right back as I tried to figure out a way out. But there was nothing, I was stuck. After many long minutes of this awkward silence, I spoke up.

“What do you want from me?” My voice sounded weaker than I had realized, which caused the person behind the mask to chuckle. They didn’t have a voice changer, their voice sounded too natural… and familiar, I couldn’t place it, though.

“Fame, mostly. But god, the gore and carnage is starting to turn me on.” The man hummed, pressing the knife harder into my throat. A faint sting tingled the skin that the knife was threatening to cut. To cut clean through the skin like it was paper, to slit my throat and use the spray as decoration. He pressed his body harder against me, and now I could feel his hard cock past all the fabric between us. It pressed against my crotch, grinding on me as his eyes stared down at me through the mesh covered holes in the mask. I could faintly see his eyes when he leaned closer, getting his face closer to mine. They were light, almost completely unblinking as he watched me. Staring through me. “Fuck, can you feel that? I keep thinking about fucking your corpse, and it makes me even more hard.”

In that instant, as a shiver of fear shot through my spine, the familiarity of the voice hit me. “Spencer?”

He laughed, a loud, jarring sound that caused me to flinch under him. “Shit, you got me-“ I watched him pull his mask off and drop it to the floor beside me. I now stared into his baby blue eyes, his mouth twisted up into a sick grin as he continued to watch me. “Aww, blushing for me now? You psycho.”

I hadn’t even noticed I had been blushing until he spoke, but that only caused my face to heat up more. The hand that was pinning my wrists down now grabbed my face, squeezing my face as he looked me all over. I found my voice again, “You’re gonna kill me.”

It didn’t come out a question, but a statement. I knew he was going to kill me. I watched him nod, confirming my theory. I whined and tried to squirm out of his hold again. That only earned me a slap and his grip tightened on me. Pinned down, I was trapped. Prey to a predator. Spencer’s smile only grew as he saw my fear heighten. He watched me closely.

“Yes, I am. But first, I think I need to fuck you.” He let go of my face and began to tug at my pants. I tried to fight him, but in a flash he had his knife pressed to my throat. “You fight me, and I slit your throat and fuck the wound while you’re still awake.”

I stopped, and he nodded. He kept the knife pressed to my throat as he pulled my pants and underwear down. Gaze moving downwards, I saw the bulge in his jeans before he pressed it against me. I shuttered, drawing my eyes back up and looking towards the ceiling. I didn’t even want to think about, let alone look at, what was happening to me. But the way Spencer whined and groaned made it harder to put out of my mind. Like he was deliberately trying to catch my attention. I focused on not focusing, staring at the ceiling so hard I didn’t hear Spencer’s pants unzip, and barely noticed his movements until I felt his cock slide inside me. Pain flashed through my body like a flash bang. I gasped, eyes darting back down to him. He was grinning, staring at me. He WAS trying to get my attention. I looked away again, though his hand shot to my face and took my chin, turning my gaze towards him. “Don’t look away now, sweet thing. Or you’ll miss the good part.”

He forced me to watch him draw his hips back, slowly and patiently, until his cock threatened to pop back out. And then all at once, his length was shoved back into me. I couldn’t help but gasp, squirming at the sudden fullness. Spencer chuckled as he rolled his hips. Still gripping the knife tightly, the cold blade pressed to my throat. I whined, trying to stay as still as possible so he wouldn’t prematurely draw blood. His hip rolls turned to thrusting, deep and hard inside me. His pace was slow, steady, teasing. He was trying to get me riled up to. He wanted me aroused, turned on, ready to cum for him. Fortunately for him, it was working. I still bit back a moan, though could feel myself getting more and more riled up. His hips sped up, cock now pounding deep inside me. He moved fast, pressing me harder into the ground as his groaned started to increase in volume. No matter how much I tried to squirm, his grip was too tight, and the knife too sharp against my neck. I was fucking stuck. Squeezing my eyes closed, I tried to think about anything but the cock pounding into me. But then I felt his cock twitch, and I started to squirm again. ”No, no not inside!” I whined, eyes wide with fear. He never responded before shoving his cock deep inside me as he came, pumping his cum in me. I cried out as he stared down at me, grinning. “You fucking psycho-!”

“Oh darling, keep talking. You’ll make me cum again.” He groaned. I saw beads of sweat start to form on his forehead, his hair sticking to his face as his hips twitched. I shut my mouth. Spencer dragged the knife from my neck up to my face. The tip dug into my cheek, and with a quick flick of his wrist, my cheek stung. Warmth pooled on my cheek and then I felt blood pouring down my face. He leaned close to me, holding my head in place as he licked up the blood that had begun to drip down my face. His saliva stung in the wound, causing me to squirm. The hand gripping my have tightened, fingers digging into my cheek. The sounds of skin slapping against skin surrounded us as his hips smacked against me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Please stop…” I sobbed, my voice weak. I knew that wasn’t going to do anything, that I just had to give up and wait for him to be done with me. Cock still pounding into me, I tried to ignore the growing pleasure that began to pool in my stomach. An involuntary moan slipped from my lips. My heart stopped, my breath caught. He noticed, and a smile spilled across his lips.

“Oh, I thought you weren’t enjoying this? What was that, then?” He cackled before I felt his hand begin to stimulate me. A jolt of pleasure passed through my body. I gasped, and Spencer took the opportunity to grab my face. Hand grasping my chin, holding me in place and keeping my mouth open wide. Moving his face close to mine once again, our lips almost touching, he suddenly spat into my mouth. I jolted, though Spencer just forced my mouth closed. Forced me to swallow his spit. He held his hand over my mouth, his eyes staring deep into mine as his thrusting got even harder. He held my gaze, and forced me to keep looking at him. His bright eyes, the large smirk that still stretched across his face. His hand kept over my face, while the other hand continued to stimulate me and push me close to yet another orgasm. He fucked me hard, groaning and moaning still. “Such a good victim for me…”

I didn’t have the strength to fight back, not anymore. Even despite that, every sudden movement caused Spencer to slap me so hard my face turned red. I stopped moving almost entirely, eventually. Tears streamed from my eyes and blurred my vision. Spencer edged me, making it even worse that I was so close to cumming. My throat hurt from sobbing, and my face stung from the tears. I couldn’t even beg anymore, with Spencer’s hand over my mouth.

“You like that, you fucking freak?” He laughed, the words spat out like flames. He stared through me, his gaze so intense I had to look away. My gaze fell off to the side and, in the corner of my eye, I caught movement from him. I couldn’t make out what he was doing, nor did I care to know. The knife fell away from my neck, and I finally I looked at him again. I watched him don the Ghostface mask again, now dark holes for eyes stared down at me. Spencer laughed before pressing the knife to my throat again, even harder and closer than before. I whined, and felt his cock twitch. “Come on, you fucking psycho. Cum for me. I know you want to.” At that moment, I felt his fingers begin to stimulate me again. He moved quick, drawing a gasp from my lungs. I tried not to, but couldn’t help coming undone around him when he started to thrust. His cock hit my core, and I felt the knot that had been building fall apart. My legs shook hard as I came. He laughed, not stopping his movements. The thrusting, the stimulation. He forced me over the edge, and I choked back the over stimulated scream that had found it’s way into my throat. The sensation overwhelmed me, eyes squeezed closed as pleasure washed over me. I was momentarily lost in the bliss, the overstimulation, that I didn’t pay attention to the feeling of the knife leaving my throat until I felt it buried in my chest. Eyes shooting open, I saw the blade sticking from my body, handle deep. Spencer laughed from behind his mask, finally letting the pleasure relax. He remained balls deep inside of me, groaning whenever I clenched around him. The knife was tugged down my torso, tearing me open. I felt warm spill down my body, covering my body in a blood blanket. My mouth fell open, but the pain was too excruciating and I couldn’t make even the slightest noise. I was still coming down from the pleasure high when he cut into me, mixing pleasure and pain as both ran through my veins. I saw blood spray out of me, a flash of red hot pain through my body. I could barely feel him thrusting again through the pain. “Fuck, you feel even tighter around me when you’re dying.”

My vision grew blurry and spotty, and I could feel myself wavering on the edge of consciousness. I was now more aware of him fucking me, yet could still feel the knife as he further opened me up. Let the air into my chest and the blood spill down to a forming puddle on the floor. I couldn’t move, couldn’t make a noise. I was stuck, and I was gonna die here. The sound of the knife clattering to the ground sounded distant as he dropped it. Another sharp pain shot through me, and I could make out the shape of Spencer reaching into my chest cavity. He gripped my organs, causing me more and more pain. I watched him pull my small intestine out, the long organ being ripped violently from me and inspected, before being tossed aside. Spencer’s orgasm was faster this time, now holding my stomach in his hands. He was completely covered in blood. Mask splattered, the already dark robe and gloves now darker from all the blood coating them. My head was spinning, I could barely see straight, let alone think. I felt Spencer’s cock pull out of me, and managed to catch a glimpse of it, cum also mixed with blood. My mouth fell open, lips parting to let any sound escape. But nothing came. Spencer laughed at my attempts to call for help as he dropped my stomach too.

“A pathetic little victim, had almost no fight in you. Oh well, you were a good fuck, for all that’s worth.” Spencer yapped. His voice grew softer and further the more he spoke. Slipping away, I knew I was dying.

I came to in pitch darkness.

There was something on my head, something blocking my vision. A bag, or blindfold maybe. My head was spinning. A headache was staring to form. Thoughts weren’t coming to me, I couldn’t begin to think back to how I got here or even begin to imagine where I could be. The air around me felt cold, and through the brain fog I came to realize I had been stripped down to my underwear. I felt cold metal around my wrists and ankles. I was handcuffed to the chair I was in. The rattling of metal filled the air as I pulled at the restraints. I knew I couldn’t get out of them, but I still tried. I shook my head around, trying to throw off whatever covered my eyes. The room around me was still, but I was unaware if there was another person in here with me or not. I began to yell, to scream and shout for someone to help me. I cried out until my throat began to hurt, and then I cried out more. I didn’t get a response. After what felt like hours of screaming, I heard the creaking of a door opening. The first sense to hit was smell. The smell of death. of decaying flesh and bodies. It hung heavy in the air and attacked my nose. I gagged. Tears had begun streaming down my face, soaking into the fabric covering my eyes. The door shut again and the smell began to fade. Now, there were sounds outside the room. talking, laughing, shouting. People. multiple sets of footsteps approached the door. I heard the door open again, and the sounds became louder. The conversation was in a different language, one I couldn’t understand. A voice stuck out to me, a familiar one. However, as hard as I tried I couldn’t place who it was. I let out a whine and began to pull at my restraints again. The new people in the room ignored me for awhile. They walked around me and continued to chat. Then I felt a hand on my face. It gripped my chin and moved my head slowly. The bag was torn from my head, and I had to squint against the sudden light. The hand on my chin stayed, and my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room as they looked me over.

“Perfect.” A male voice, the familiar one, hummed as they finally let go of my face. Finally able to see, I surveyed the room. Three people stood in here with me. One that had held my face and two seemed to be guards. Rubbery gloves came between my face and the one’s bare hands. A blue surgical mask covered their nose and mouth, though I could still pick out familiar aspects to them. An old, stained apron was draped over the front of them. His blue eyes stared me down, studying me like I wasn’t human. Without looking away, he dismissed the guards. The door shut behind them, trapping me in here with him. Finally he turned away from me. I took a quick glimpse around the room, seeing if there was any way of escape. My eyes fell on the table of weapons to my right. The one my captor was currently approaching. “There’s so many options, I don’t quite know what I want to do with you yet.”

It was on the tip of my tongue, where did I know this guy?

“What the fuck is this?” I managed to squeak out. I sounded scared despite every attempt not to. I whined as they picked up a weapon. “What are you doing-”

“Oh hush, begging won’t do anything but urge me on.” He hummed. His voice was higher pitched, yet still shot fear through my body. His mask shifted, telling me he was grinning behind it. His hand clutched a knife, and he brought it up to my face. I felt the blade brush my skin. The sharp metal left teasing touches, threatening to break skin. I tried to pull away, but his hand was in my hair before I could get very far. He laughed, a sick, high-pitched laugh that shot shivers up my back.

The familiarity clicked, and my eyes went wide. I gasped softly, “Spencer?”

“Oh, would you look at that. They were nice enough to get me a fan to play with,” He chuckled. Spencer Charnas, front man of Ice Nine Kills. I whined softly as I shook my head. This can’t be happening, how was this happening? Spencer saw my distress and his mask shifted with his smile. “Actually, you can keep begging. I like your voice.”

I didn’t say a word. I watched his eyes slowly narrow. The knife was pulled away from my face. I watched it as it moved down my body, the tip now rested against my stomach. The hand holding it twisted, and I felt it enter my skin. Breath hissed through my teeth, my eyes squeezing shut from the sharp pain. He laughed again.

“Come on baby.” He cooed. Shaking my head, I felt the knife sink in deeper. Blood trickled from the small wound, at which point he retracted. I peeked an eye open. Spencer looked down at me, a blood thirsty glint in his eye. “Beg for your life and maybe I’ll treat you better.”

Once again I shook my head. My body was shaking. Small waves of pain echoed through my body, radiating from the one puncture in my stomach. Spencer’s free hand came out to hold my face. The touch of his gloved fingers was gentle, a drastic difference from the pain in my stomach. Another whine slipped from my throat. He cackled. I shuttered, my body shaking from the fear. The hand on my face got tighter and tighter, their fingers digging further into my skin. Trying to pull away was unsuccessful.

“Oh keep making noises. If you listen I’ll be gentle.” I knew he was lying. His grip on the knife tightened. In a flash, I watched as Spencer dragged the knife across my stomach. The cut was shallow, but a sting still shot through my body. I fought back every noise, the urge to scream and cry out dying in my throat. Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes boring holes through me. “I said make noises for me. You’re at my will, and I will do whatever I can to make you listen to me.”

His hand moved from my face as he took a small step back. I pressed my lips together. I stared at him with hatred and fear. He walked away, returning to the weapon table. I watched him pick up the bag that had previously covered my head. Unable to move away, the bag was slipped back over my head. Darkness engulfed me again. My heart beat faster. Spencer walked with silent footsteps around the room. I didn’t know where he was. Not until I heard the snap of scissors next to my ear. I yelped and jerked my head away as much as I could. I heard a laugh and then another snip, this time on the opposite side. Once again I jerked away. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to stop. My breathing was speeding up as he repeated this again and again. The time between snips shortened and shortened. At points his laugh overpowered the scissors, which was even worse to hear. I took breath in with short gulps, and cracked sobs slid out of my throat. Finally it stopped, it all stopped. Silence surrounded me once again, and my breathing slowed further and further before returning to normal. I still felt the man’s presence around me, I could feel him watching me. He was circling me, like a predator with its prey.

“That wasn’t that hard, was it?” He taunted, his voice coming from right in front of me now. I pressed myself against the back of the chair, hoping this was all a bad dream. Though, the dull pain in my stomach reminded me just how real this all was. The bag was ripped off my head once more, but the sight in front of me was different this time. He had removed his blue mask as well as the cap. Spencer’s familiar face stared back at me. He was neatly shaven, hell he looked like he made himself look nice just for this. He still wore the bloody apron and gloves. A twang of attraction shot through as I stared at him. I’d always been attracted to him, and even like this he was undeniably hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and watched as he picked up a pair of pliers. “You’re staring, dear.”

I ripped my eyes away. My heart pounded in my chest as he cackled. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, so vulgar,” He hummed. The pliers grew closer to my hand, and as much as I tried to pull away I couldn’t. He held my hand in place as the pliers clamped onto my nail. I cried out in protest, but that didn’t stop him. A soft tug shot a dull pain up my arm and through my body. I tried to squirm, I tried to pull away. But his grip on my hand was too intense. His movements were slow, making sure he prolonged the pain as long as he could. He hummed as he worked, like this was the most casual thing in the world. Maybe it was to him. I closed my eyes, and only felt as he ripped my finger nail out. I screamed, crying out until my voice cracked and broke. Tears streamed down my face as my finger throbbed. And he just laughed. His grip on my hand readjusted, the pliers tightening around another finger nail. I caved.

“Fine! Please, please stop.” I cried, and when I opening my eyes again I saw him grinning down at me. Fuck, that grin. It dripped poison. He looked more animal than human. He looked terrifying. I sniffled, tears still running down my cheeks. “What do you want from me?”

“Oh, doll, I just want to have some fun. To blow off some steam. That’s all.” His voice was soft, mocking. He was teasing me. And that damn smile never left his face. He took my face in his hands. His thumbs wiped away the tears on my cheeks. In any other situation I would be comforted and comfortable. But right now, there was none of that. But I still didn’t find myself pulling away from his hands. I found myself crying again, from all the emotions of the moment. His smile faltered. “Oh don’t cry, I’ll take good care of you.”

“No you won’t. You… You’re gonna…” I couldn’t get the words out between sobs. I sniffled, finally managing to pull myself out of his hold. My gaze slid down to the floor. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Oh maybe I am.” My eyes shot back up to his. Spencer grinned, that darkness back behind his smile. “Maybe I’ll just bleed you out, let your life slip through my fingers. Your fate is in my hands, darling.”

I felt myself shaking. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. I was terrified, though also, in a fucked up way, turned on. He didn’t seem to notice my fear as he pulled himself away from me back to the weapon table. I pulled at the restraints once more and finally, after realizing how trapped I was, gave in. A heavy sigh slipped out of my mouth, one that drew his attention. He turned back to me curiously. I just shook my head and dropped my gaze. He laughed again. It was a harsh sound, like the cut of a knife or the sting of cold air. He came back over to me, I saw his shadow at my feet. I heard the rustle of clothes, and looked up to see him slipping his apron off. The heavy fabric hit the ground with a thud. I hoped this meant he was done with me, however the dark smirk on his face told me otherwise. His eyes didn’t leave me as his hands fumbled with his belt. The room was deathly silent aside from the noise of his belt sliding off.

“Please don’t,” I mumbled, but I knew I was stuck. I was trapped. He was going to do whatever he wanted to me, and I couldn’t stop him. He unzipped his pants, and I was forced to watch as he pulled his cock out. My underwear was yanked down to my ankles. The cool air on my sensitive area caused shiver up my spine. I squeezed my eyes closed as he stepped closer. His dick poked at my hole before harshly being shoved in. I cried out, but quickly felt his gloved hand over my mouth. Pulling back slowly, the man thrust harshly forward again. My cries and sobs were muffled behind his hand. He repeated his motions. A loud groan came from his throat, and the hand on my face began to dig into my skin. The thrusting sped up, and pleasure started to overcome the fear in my veins. A couple soft moans slipped from my lips. I peeked my eyes open to see him grinning.

“You fucking whore, you’re enjoying this?” He cackled, and I felt my face heat up. “Well then come on, moan for me some more. Show me how much you’re enjoying me raping you.”

I tried to shake my head, but couldn’t move under his hand. As his thrusts got harder, I bit back another unwanted moan. He didn’t seem to mind. Degrading words kept slipping through his lips, making it harder and harder for me to keep quiet. His free hand snaked up my body and wrapped around my neck. His thrusts got sloppier, and as I felt like I was reaching my breaking point, he came. I felt his hot cum inside of me, his cock twitching as he pumped me full. His cock was completely inside of me, stretching me completely. I whined softly, squirming from the feeling. Finally he pulled out, and I felt his cum spill out of me. Warm, dripping down my nude body. His cock was still hard, though he didn’t do any more. There was still a dark hunger in his eyes. I started to cry again, though he didn’t seem to care this time as he turned his back to me.

“Please let me go!”

“No can do, darling.” He grinned as he walked back to the weapon table. I watched him. His hand floated over each weapon, before finally picking up an ordinary knife. I kept my eyes on him, not knowing where else to look. He returned to me, his cock back in his pants, but the bulge was still visible. I felt the tip of the knife press into my arm. His hand under my chin made me look up at his eyes. He had a content look on his face. He looked pleased. I felt the knife dig deeper into my skin, piercing slowly through each layer. I squirmed from the pain. His hand trailed from my chin to my arm, gripping it tightly to make it stay still. The knife dug in deeper. It pierced the muscle. I looked over and saw the blade deep in my arm. The man pulled the knife out. The blade was covered in blood. Blood poured out of my arm, coating my skin and dripping to the floor. silent tears rolled down my face. I heard the knife clatter to the ground. His fingers dug into the gash. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, all I could do was watch and stare as his fingertips disappeared under my skin. A blinding pain shot through my body. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I could barely feel his fingers past the pain. Wide eyed, I watched as his finger gripped onto something. He pulled muscle and veins out of my arms, a large mass that dripped blood into the growing puddle on the floor. A single vein ran from the mass back into my arm, still connected to my body. Spencer easily ripped it. A strangled whine came from my throat, the only noise I was able to make as pain pulsed through my body. He laughed again, watching as blood sprayed from the wound. It pumped with the beating of my heart. I stared at the blood, my head beginning to spin from the blood loss. The sound of his zipper came again, and I managed to see him once again pulling his dick out. My eyes started to feel heavy, my head spinning more. I tried to focus on staying awake, but I just couldn’t. His bloodied hand gripped my face again. I watched a knife come into my view before getting placed against my neck. It felt far away, but I knew it was there. The blade dug into my skin. Droplets of blood rolled down my neck.

Tonight, they decided, was the night.

After Silence had watched you from your window, you were the only thing on their mind. Your perfect body, the way you moaned, the look on your face when you would cum. They thought you were perfect. Every time they jacked off , you were the sole thought in their head. The sounds of your pleasure were permanently engraved in their head. You were the thought that would always push them over the edge, would push their cum from their cock to spill down their hand. Your name was always on their lips, slipping from their mouth like butter. They needed you, they were completely obsessed with you. Silence had begun getting bolder, interacting with you and just getting close to you. They thought that they could sedate their lust through minimal interactions, a small brush of the hand or even closer looks at you, Even if it risked getting caught. But they came to realize that that wouldn’t suffice. So, after months of stalking you, of watching your through your window, they decided to finally make a move. They needed to feel your soft skin and perfect body under their hands. They needed their cock inside of you, thrusting into you and filling you up with their warm cum. They needed it more than anything in the whole world.

The night they chose, you were up late. The world outside your window was dark, but you weren’t paying attention to that. You couldn’t sleep, you kept tossing and turning. You tried every trick in the book but nothing helped. You weren’t even tired, but as the clock struck 3 AM, you knew you should be asleep. As you lay in bed, your eyes focused on the ceiling, you heard a gentle tapping on your window. You head shot in that direction. The white of the mask glowed in the moonlight outside. You saw them, for the first time you saw them watching you. The anxiety of if you locked your window had your stomach churning as they stood. They moved slowly, wanting you to be paranoid and on edge. You couldn’t move, couldn’t tear your eyes away as the figure opened your window. Apparently you didn’t lock it. Still moving slow, Silence stepped inside. They looked around your bedroom for a moment before their gaze landed on you. The world around you seemed to freeze, only you two existing at this point in time. For awhile, neither of you moved. You were paralyzed from fear, hoping you had fallen asleep and this was just a dream. Silence, however, they knew you were frozen. They took this time to look you over, take in the sight of your fearful posture. Their cock already throbbed, and behind their mask they grinned. Finally, they broke the tension with a step forward. You found use of your body again as you attempted to scramble to the door. But you didn’t make it very far, as Silence was on you in an instant. They had you pinned to the floor, a gloved hand covering your mouth to prevent you from screaming. Your chest was pressed against the floor, and they sat back on your legs to keep you still. You were pinned down, completely stuck under them. You tried to scream, but their hand muffled it too much to be heard. You felt tears begin to stream from your eyes as they held you down harder. Their free hand ran over the sides of your body, feeling you up. A soft hum came from under their mask, but nothing else. They made no other sounds as they reached into their pocket. Still squirming under them, you froze when you felt the cold blade of a knife pressed against your side. It poked through your shirt, brushing against your skin. This masked figure cut through your shirt, tearing the thin piece of fabric off your body. They were careful to not nick your skin with the knife, as much as they wanted to see you bleed. The knife made its way down to your pants, the motions repeating as they cut your pants off too. You begged and whined, but they couldn’t hear you through their hand. You felt them grind on your ass, the lump of their cock pressing against you. You began to struggle again, attempting to slip from their grasp. But their hold was still too tight. You felt their hand move from your body before feeling them slide their pants down. A chill shot through your body and your blood ran cold as you began to beg and plead for them not to do this. But they didn’t listen.

They didn’t hesitate before shoving their cock in you. No prep, no lube, nothing. Pain shot through your body as you felt their cock go deep inside you. You cried out, your body aching as they began to rock your hips. It burned, everything hurt. You continued to cry and scream out, though your begs were still muffled. Their thrusts were hard, their hips smacking loudly against your ass. More tears flooded your face. Soft groans came from behind the mask. The hand covering your mouth finally moved as they gripped at your hair. A hard tug dragged a cry from your throat. You began to beg, though you stumbled over your words. The many sensations in your body were overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain flooding every limb of your body. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as they fucked you harder. Their hips snapped back and forth repeatedly. Every thrust hurt worst than the last. Finally, you managed to get a word out.

“Stop!” You begged. You scratched at the floor and struggled under them, a meek attempt at escape. However, all that earned you was another harsh tug at your hair. After agonizing minutes of pain, you felt their thrusts become sloppy before a warmth filled you. Another loud groan came from the person above you. They paused for a moment, their cock deep inside of you. You felt their chest press against your back. Their thrusts picked up again. A moan slipped from your mouth as the pleasure started to overwhelm the pain. A chuckle came from behind their mask upon hearing the noise. Their cum oozed out around their cock as they fucked you. You could feel it drip out of you. The sound of skin against skin became louder as the thrusts became lubricated by their cum.

They raped you for hours. Their touches got even more harsh, their hands around your throat and gloved hands slapping against your face. They used and abused you until your entire body ached. A pool of cum had formed under you. Bright bruises began to form on your skin. The floor was cold under you, and you could see the sun rising from out your window. Silence was standing over you, once again composed. They watched you, their head cocking as you struggled to sit up. A sharp laugh shot from behind their mask. They turned, and left you there. Alone, to clean yourself up.

Silence was getting desperate.

They had been watching you from the shadows, following you every single day. You never noticed Silence. In the day light they would follow without their whole Silence outfit on, so you, their victim, never had reason to pay attention to them. And at night, they had grown so good at sneaking around that they made sure you never saw them. Months of this went by, Silence stalking clueless little you outside your own home. They watched you do everything, though they loved watching you sleep most of all. How care free and peaceful you looked. Silence could sneak in there and do whatever they wanted to you. They frequently daydreamed about it, sneaking in through your unlocked window and taking you right there and then. But they held off. The closest they ever got was sneaking into your bedroom and just standing over you, watching you as they slept. Their gloved hand would hover just over your face, threatening to touch you. You never woke up at this though, too deep in sleep to even think that you were in danger. How they wanted to touch you, to caress your cheek and touch your soft skin. They wanted you badly, and they were starting to get needy.

One night, peeking in your window they saw you doing something new. The moon was empty, so it was the perfect night for Silence to watch you. They took their place outside your window and peeked in. They caught you how they’d always wanted to see you. Silence caught you with your pants down. Literally. You were sprawled on your bed, pants discarded on the floor as you pleased yourself. The night was dark, and your eyes were squeezed closed; you didn’t even think to close your curtains. No one would be looking. Or so you thought. Eyes shut from the world, you didn’t see the mask that stared at you from the corner of your window. They watched you carefully, feeling themselves become more aroused the longer their eyes stayed on you. You were perfect to them, everything about you was wonderful. Their legs squeezed together more as they watched you reach your climax. The way your body constricted, legs shuttering and shaking as you made yourself feel good. Silence knew they could make you feel better, that’s all they wanted to do right now. Their hand slipped into their pants, their breath hitching as they felt how sensitive they’d become. Your body relaxed as you came down from your orgasm, and Silence watched your chest deeply rise and fall. They wanted to hear you, they needed to hear your sounds even if it was just labored breathing. Fuck, they wanted you. They began to slowly get themself off. Their hand moved slowly, their eyes glued on you as you began your motions again. You didn’t even know their was someone getting off to the sight of you a short distance away. They didn’t look away as they unzipped their pants, letting them fall to their thighs. A soft moan slipped from behind their mask. You couldn’t hear it through the window. As your pleasure rose, Silence’s did too. They wanted to cum at the same time as you, they needed it. They pulled their mask off, the heat from their breath inside it causing their face to sweat. They swore under their breath, their hand speeding up as they watched you get closer and closer to your next climax. All they could think about was you. Your perfect body, that look of pleasure on your face that caused their knees to turn to jelly. You took up the entirely of their mind. How badly they wanted to come in there and make you cum by their own means. Next time, they told themself.

They watched your legs shake and shutter as another orgasm ripped through your body. At the same time, Silence brought themself to their edge. They groaned as they came, cum coating their fingers as pleasure spread through them. Their eyes never left you. They never wanted to leave you. They needed you. They were never going to let you go. They continued to get off with you through the night, orgasming at the same time as you every time. It made Silence feel closer to you. They watched as you finally started to clean yourself up. Disappointed that this has to come to an end, they pulled their pants back up and slipped their mask back on. They didn’t leave just yet.

You caught a glimpse of them in your window. Though, with the speed they disappeared, you thought your mind had just been playing tricks on you.

My front door was open when I woke up.

I didn’t know what to think of it. I knew I had locked it the night before, yet as I stared at it I began to doubt myself. It didn’t close right sometimes, but I was certain it was closed when I had locked it. Convincing myself it was some weird, natural occurrence, I closed and locked it before searching every shadow of my apartment. Finding nothing, I tried to let it drop as I went about my day. However, the feeling of being watched lingered with me through the day. Every time I turned around, I felt like I’d find someone watching me. But there was never anything there. The feeling heightened to paranoia as night came. I triple checked all my locks, now on the verge of a panic. I kept seeing something outside my windows, though when I turned they were never really there. Finally, I was reassured enough that I made my way to my bed, curling up into a ball and falling into a light sleep.

I woke up to them standing over me. At the foot of my bed was a figure, clad in shadows from the little light in the room. The moonlight allowed me to make out some details, but even then there wasn’t much to see. They wore a black trench coat, pants, and gloves. Almost everything they wore was black except for their mask. A silence mask, it has an X over one eye and a line across the other. The mask mouth had lines drawn across like stitches. They stared down at me, head cocked to one side. I was frozen in place, unsure of what to do. They hadn’t advanced on me, just simply stared. Fear and confusion flooded my brain. How the fuck did they get in? Neither of us moved, both just keeping eye contact with each other. A minute passed before they moved, and they crept closer to me. Their movement snapped me out of my shock and I flew towards the door. I felt them swipe for me as I threw the door open. Not daring to look back, I stumbled out of my bedroom and towards the front door. But I wasn’t fast enough. Before I knew it, I was pinned to the ground. Silence was on top of me, the blank eyes of the mask staring straight through me. I tried struggling, I tried to get out of their grasp, but I couldn’t. I was stuck. I was trapped. The figure stared at me for awhile, seeming to take in my features while they held me down. I let them look, knowing that I would probably escape if I just went along with what they were doing. One of their hands made its way to my face, gently gripping my chin and moving my head side to side. Another moment passed before they released my face, their free hand now trailing down my body. I shuttered under their touch, trying to pull away as much as I could. They held me firmly in place, not allowing me much movement.

“Please, what do you want?” I cried out, still struggling and trying to fight my way out of their grasp. Their free hand gripped my hip. Their fingers dung in harshly, sure to leave bruises. That is, if I got out of this alive. I looked my attacker over, seeing if I could see anything of note. They wore all black and covered every bit of skin. I whined softly. “Please…”

The Silence leaned closer to me, their face up close to mine. My breath caught as they stared at me, a fucked up mixture of fear and arousal growing in my chest. One last time, I tried to escape their grasp. And, once again, they held me firmly in place. They dropped their hips on mine, what I assumed to be more weight in holding me down. However, I quickly realized I was wrong when I felt something poke at me from their pants. My eyes widened, and a breathy chuckle sounded from behind their mask. They began to grind their hips on me, the fingers wrapped around my wrists tightening their grip. I fought back a moan, trying to convince the masked stranger I wasn’t into this. But as they continued to grind and I watched their dick harden in their pants, I knew my reaction wouldn’t change anything. I let a soft moan slip from my lips, feeling my own cock harden from the sensations. I had always found the Silence hot, and now I couldn’t fight back those thoughts any longer. Rolling my hips, I grinded back against them. The hand that held my wrists trailed down my face to my neck, squeezing hard. I felt the blood flow and air flow cut off, creating a sense of euphoria. Whining out softly, my hands moved down their body. I pulled them closer, craving the touch and pleasure they were giving me. Their free hand began to tug on my pants, though it was hazy with their hand still around my throat. Finally their hand was removed and I could breath again. My senses came crashing back. I was hyperaware of their body on mine, and their erection pressed against mine. My cock throbbed, arousal building in my body. I needed them, and I began to tug at their clothes to let them know that. I helped them take my clothes off, stripping me down to nothing. I whined, a wordless plead to let me undress them too, They only allowed me to pull their pants down, however, before they brushed my hands off.

“Come on, please, I need you,” I whispered. The fact that they had done so little and had already reduced me down to this point was humiliating, but hot. The Silence’s now unclothed cock rubbed against mine, sending waves of pleasure up my body. A gasp escaped my lips. My hands found place on their back, pulling them ever closer to me. Heavy, labored breathing could be heard from behind their mask as the grinding continued. Precum dripped from both our cocks, our arousals even more obvious than before. Their cock poked at my ass, their grip on my hips was tight. They paused, and I watched them raise a hand.

“L-U-B-E.” I watched as they finger signed the letters, their head cocking slightly to show their intent. I smiled, and they let me stand. They knew I wouldn’t try to escape now. I began to walk off, though I stopped. Taking their hand, I urged them to come with me.

“A bed would be more comfortable, no?” I grinned as we quickly made our way to my bedroom. The lube was barely out of the drawer before Silence was pushing me onto the bed. They were hungry in a lustful way, so fucking desperate for me. The thought made my stomach flutter and my cock throb. Our faces were close, allowing me to place a soft kiss on their mask. They hesitated, before the hand on the back of my head urged me to do more. A few more kisses on the mask then lead to a full make out session with it. Odd, but still hot. Hand trailing down their chest, I wrapped my fingers around their cock. Still making out with the mask, I began to pump their cock. My hands moved slow at first, getting them warmed up before I sped up. Loud breathes once again came from behind the mask. One hand still lingered on the back of my head and the other kept a bruising grip on my hip. I caught my breath and pressed my forehead to theirs as my eyes drifted down to their cock. My hand slowed down to merely teasingly stroking their dick. The hand on the back of my head trailed down my body. Their gloved hand brushed against the sensitive skin. My cock was painfully hard, and it twitched with every touch. I whined and whimpered, mindless begs slipping from my lips. Before I knew it, I was pushed on my back with Silence climbing over me. One of their hands was covered in lube, and had begun to poke at my ass. One finger slid in with ease. With the second finger came a loud moan. My hands flew to the sheets beneath me, gripping on for dear life. Their fingers began to move, pumping in and out of me. I squeezed my eyes closed and held back a particularly loud moan. I felt a third finger slide in as their thrusts sped up. A mumbled string of pleads fell from my lips. It felt good, it felt so good but I needed more. I needed their cock. They knew how badly I needed them, too.

Retracting their fingers from my ass, I felt their cock now on my body. It rubbed teasingly against my ass. Enough lube had been used that it threatened to slip inside me already. Silence leaned forward, their body hovering over mine. One hand was guiding their cock inside of me while the other was resting beside my head. I felt my ass stretch around the, as they pushed their cock inside me. Fuck, they were big. They moved slow, letting me get used to their size. My head fell back against the bed, eyes rolling closed. A loud moan slipped out, their cock hitting my g-spot. Waves of pleasure shot through me. Their hips drew back before snapping forward again. Louder and louder noises came from my throat. Through the pleasure I felt their gloved fingers wrap around my cock. hand pumping my cock, I felt my release grow closer and closer. My words slurred together as I tried to speak, as I tried to warn them. But they understood me, because I felt their hold on my cock disappear. Whining, I bucked my hips. I needed more touch, I needed them again. Their thrusts became slower but still went deep. They were edging me, slowly bringing me to my brink before pausing the pleasure. I muttered some incompressible begs, and that seemed enough to urge them on once more. Their thrusts were even harder, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. They jacked me off hard, and I was quickly brought back to the edge. The warmth in my groin swelled, pulsing through my body as it burst. Cum shot from my cock, leaking all over Silence’s hand. A loud moan escaped with the cum, and my body jolted from the pleasure. The hand around my cock didn’t slow down, and the cock inside me didn’t either. Silence fucked me through my orgasm, causing more moans and cries to pour from my mouth. Soft begs for them to stop or slow down fell from my lips, but we both knew I didn’t actually want that. Their cock was deep inside me, striking me at my core. Every thrust produced another moan. Finally, their fingers released my overstimulated cock and I could breathe again. Their hips didn’t falter, however, and once more I found a knot in my stomach that was about to burst. I squeezed my eyes closed, the pleasure almost becoming too much.

The touch of a leathery hand traced up my stomach and chest. They left teasing touches on my neck before their fingers now wrapped around it. Their grip was loose at first, their hand just lingering on the sensitive skin. Their hips slowed once more as I felt them tighten their grip. With the restriction of blood to my brain, I felt my brain begin to falter and become foggy. I whined softly when their hips stopped completely. They were intent on choking me, though I only realized how intent they were when I felt their palm press against the front of my throat. Pain mixed with the previous pleasure, and I was very quickly out of air. I grabbed their wrist, attempting to pull them away but they wouldn’t budge. I tried to beg, but I didn’t get very far with no air in my lungs. As I started to feel light headed, their cock inside me began to move again. They thrusted hard and deep, being sure to hit my g-spot with every thrust. My mouth fell open, but no noise came out. My mind was fuzzy from all the pleasure and pain and I couldn’t think of anything other than their cock inside of me. Finally, once I was on the verge of passing out, their hand let up. Breath filled my lungs quickly, causing a harsh cough to shoot back out. Silence didn’t move their hand far, though, now pushing my head hard into the bed. My cock twitched before more cum seeped out of it. Another loud, voice cracking moan accompanied my orgasm. And again, Silence continued to fuck me through my orgasm until finally I felt them cum too. With their cock completely inside of me, our hips flush together, I felt them release their warm cum inside of me. A groan came from their mask before the leaned their body down close to mine. Their chest was barely inches from mine, their head in the crook of my neck. They were breathing heavily, their cock still completely inside of me. I also found myself breathing heavy, though my mind was still fuzzy from all the sensations. All I could focus on was one thing, the only thing I needed at the moment.

The room I woke up in was dark. Or maybe I was blindfolded, I couldn’t really tell past the splitting headache. I squeezed my eyes closed to try and get some relief. The room was quiet, the only sounds being ambient background noise. I was wearing a simple t shirt and pants, the rest of my clothing having been removed. I attempted to remember how I got here, but before I could I felt the cold steel of a blade on the exposed skin of my arm. Instinctively I pulled away. A stinging pain shot through my arm, and I felt what I could only assume to be blood begin to slip from the cut. My captor didn’t say a word, and barely made a sound as they reached forward and brushed their hand against my face. I tried to move away from the touch, but their gloved hand gripped my chin and held me in place. I whined softly, and only then did I come to realize that there was a gag in my mouth. With my head still pounding, I tried to stay calm and put together the pieces of what had happened. That cold metal blade was back on my arm, however. The tip dug into my skin, and I felt more blood drip down my limb. They removed the knife from my arm and stepped back. My kidnapper was deadly silent, I couldn’t even hear their breathing or footsteps. But I knew they were moving around me, I could feet the air shift as they stepped behind me. The room was still for a moment before my blindfold was ripped off. The light in the room was minimal, allowing my eyes to adjust fast. The room around me was run down, like I was in some old, abandoned house. And I likely was. I turned my head to look at the person standing behind me, but they were just out of my view. I whined again, squeezing my eyes closed as another wave of pain ran through my head. I leaned my head back slightly. The knife was pressed to my throat, my breath hitching as I realized the danger I was in. They still hadn’t said a word, only adding to the eerie air that filled the room around us. Everything was still. The knife pulled away from my throat, though not far. I took this opportunity to speak. ”What do you want?” I managed to keep my voice surprisingly calm as I spoke. The knife moved even further away, their arm making a soft sound as it fell to their side. They finally stepped into my view, and somehow I swallowed the whine that rose in my throat. A familiar masked killer stood in my line of sight. An X over one eye, an line over the other. Silence, the killer from that film Spencer had starred in. I pressed myself back in my chair, all the gory scenes from that movie flashing through my head. Every fucked up thing he did to his victims came rushing back. I watched Silence reach into their pocket, and out they pulled a paper. They held it out for me to read. ”Fun.”

I shuttered as they slipped it back into their pocket. I tried to look past their mask to their eyes, but the mesh covering didn’t let me see through. Behind their mask was just darkness. They leaned closer to me, their hand once again finding a place on my face. Their fingers dragged across my face and down to my neck. Brushing touches sent shivers down my back, ones I managed to repress. I felt their fingers slowly wrap around my neck, at first just lingering there. Then all at once, they squeezed. They started with just the sides of my neck, creating a euphoric feeling. I tried to ignore the pleasure coming from Silence’s motions. However, they seemed to recognize my enjoyment and tightened their grip on my neck. My eyes fluttered closed, beginning to feel light headed in the best way possible. I was so lost in the feeling of being choked that I barely felt them applying pressure to the front of my throat. Though, I came to realize my breath was being cut off, and I began to struggle. My eyes shot open in panic as I tugged at the ropes around my wrists and ankles. They held me firmly in place, however, and I soon felt the pleasure get replaced with pain. I tried to pull myself free of the restrains, but was unsuccessful. My breaths began staggered, and then not at all as they pressed even harder. As I came to the brink of blacking out, the pressure let up. Air rushed into my lungs so quickly I couldn’t help but cough. My eyes squeezed closed again, not wanting to look at the figure any longer. I managed to regulate my breathing once more, a dull pain still hanging around my throat. A moment passed, and I worked up the confidence to open my eyes and look at my kidnapper once more.

Silence still stood in front of me, seeming to be watching me. I squirmed under their gaze. They took another step closer to me. The knife in their hands was pointed at my throat, and slowly I felt the tip touch my skin. I held my breath, not wanting to risk hurting myself. The blade was dragged down my body, Silence watching curiously as they went. The knife easily cut through my shirt. The cool metal of the blade brushed occasionally against my skin. Their movement was slow, almost cautious. I couldn’t tell if they didn’t want to hurt me or were just taking their time, just toying with me. As the knife dropped lower and lower on my body, I felt a shiver go up my spine. Reaching the end of the fabric, my shirt opened up to reveal my chest. The figure stared at me for while, the tip of the knife brushing against my stomach as they idly ran a hand up and down my chest. After a moment, their gaze shot up to me. My eyes met the eyes of their mask. I couldn’t tear my gaze away. The weapon was lifted up and I watched it get replaced at my neck. The knife brushed against my skin as they dragged it down my skin. However, they didn’t draw blood. They were careful with their motion, making sure I could feel the knife. Once they reached my stomach, they lifted the knife and repeated the motion. They pressed down harder this time, still not hard enough to break skin however. This repeated again and again, each time pressing down harder and harder until finally, they broke skin. It wasn’t much, drawing only tiny droplets of blood. I hissed, a sting radiating from the cut. I saw small pools of blood begin forming. My kidnapper noticed this too. They ran a finger over the cut, and I watched as the blood smeared across my skin. A whine slipped from my throat, the sting from the cut intensifying. A shallow line down my chest began to bleed. Small drops of blood formed on my skin. Pulling at the restraints, I knew that I was fucked if I didn’t get out now. But there was no way out. Terrified, I watched the knife get put against my chest once more. The tip dug in deeper, creating another cut down my chest. This one was deeper. This repeated once more, this next cut being the one to actually cut me open. I gasped. All the air left my lungs. My eyes drifted down to the gash. My body began to shake from the pain. I couldn’t even scream. I watched my kidnapper make more cuts on my chest before opening my skin up. They tore me open like an animal. They revealed my organs to the open air. Pain seared through my body, and finally I was able to let out a scream. I screamed, I cried out again and again until I couldn’t any more. Cries of pain echoed off the walls back into my ears. All the while Silence simply poked at my organs. I didn’t want to look at them any longer, but I couldn’t close my eyes. Tears dripped down my cheeks. Eventually, my screams died down to only sobs. The pain became so much that I began to become numb to it. I don’t know how I was alive, let alone awake to feel all of this. I tried to distract myself from the pain, from the figure in front of me, however I just couldn’t get my thoughts away from my pain. Or my kidnapper. I continued to stare at Silence, hoping that their pity would save me from this. Though, with my eyes stuck on them, I now had to watch them reach into my chest cavity. Their fingers wrapped around my large intestine. Silence tugged one end of it out, blood now dripping from their hands. My vision blurred from the tears that fell from my eyes, but I could still clearly make out them looking at my organ. They continued to pull it out until it hung from their hand, no longer attached to my body. Blood dripped from from the piece of my insides that dangled from their hand. The waves of pain shot up through my body and caused another soft scream to erupt from my throat.

“Please… Please stop.” I managed to sob out. My voice was hoarse and strained, the pain I was in obvious. That seemed to draw their attention, their head turning from my organ to my face. The hand not holding my organ reached out toward me. Instinctively I pulled away. Though, I couldn’t move all that well so their bloody hand brushed against my face. They brushed the tears from my cheek, smearing my own blood on my face in the process. I would have found the gesture sweet had the circumstances been different. They turned their attention back to the guts in their hand. I watched them give it one more look before tossing it aside. Then, I felt their hands on me. Through the pain I was able to recognize the feeling of one hand on my side, squeezing my body. I couldn’t move out of their touch, I could only watch as they once again dipped their hand in my stomach. Letting my head fall back, my eyes drifted up to the ceiling. Soft sobs escaped my throat and more tears slipped down my face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another one of my organs in their grasp. I tried to ignore it, to ignore them.. Pain had settled over my body like fog. I barely registered the sound of fabric ripping. I let my eyes fall closed again, hoping this would urge my body to quit.

Through the haze of pain, I barely felt the new sensation. At first I didn’t recognize it, but soon it struck me. I opened my eyes and slowly, I averted my gaze downward. Silence’s cock was completely inside of me, I could see it through the hole in my stomach. A whine of protest slipped from my lips, only seeming to urge them on. A groan came from behind their mask, the first noise they made during this entire ordeal. My vision was blurred by tears and pain. I felt them start to move their hips, thrusting into my bleeding-out body. They had dropped the knife, both hands now gripping my sides. I bit back sounds of pleasure, not wanting to let them know just how turned on I was. Their thrusting sped up. The pain mixed with the pleasure, heightening it. I moaned, unable to hold it back. The figure’s grip on my hip tightened as their thrusts became harsher. Thinking it pointless to hold back, I let myself whine and moan and beg. It was humiliating, but at the same time it was so fucking hot. The mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed every part of me. Tears streaked down my face as they thrusted harder. A sob cracked my throat, but was quickly followed by another moan. They thrusted, their hips quickening and slowing rhythmically. Eventually, their thrusts sped up, their pace turning sloppy before I felt a warmth fill the empty cavity of my chest. I couldn’t help but moan again, looking down and seeing the webs of cum inside of me. Sticky white cum, splattered on my bloody guts. Their hips were pressed flush to me, every inch of them inside my body as they caught their breath.