#devil guy

As you squirmed beneath him, struggling against your restraints, Bob tightened his grip around your arms. The knife's tip scraped across your skin, leaving a thin line of blood on your cheek.

He shook his head disapprovingly and muttered under his breath, "Tsk, tsk… You should really learn to behave better than that."

Without warning, he suddenly yanked off his devil mask, revealing eyes that sent shivers down your spine. His gaze seemed to pierce right through you as he studied every inch of your face. "I love seeing fear in people's eyes," he said almost tenderly before bringing the knife even closer to your throat.

You could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned closer to examine the shallow cut on your cheek. His eyes gleamed with hunger as he lowered his mouth towards the wound.

You feel as his tongue slowly licks a stripe across your cheek, savoring the taste of your fresh blood. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Mmmm… such delicious flavor," he whispered seductively while taking another lick. His breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. His tongue traced the line of blood along your cheek, teasingly running circles around the wound.

Without warning, Bob abruptly raised the knife above your head, its glinting edge reflecting the dim light of the room. Time seemed to slow down as you held your breath, terrified of what was coming next. Your life flashed before your eyes as a cold grip tightened around your heart.

But instead of feeling pain, you watched helplessly as he drove the knife into the cushion beside your head, laughing maniacally.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he chuckled, "I wouldn't dare hurt you – not yet anyway!" He leaned close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your neck again, sending chills down your spine. "I bet you thought that was it for you, didn't you?"

You refuse to answer him as you look away from his gaze, hands still trying to loosen the bindings behind your back.

Ignoring your silence, Bob grabbed your face firmly with both hands and pressed his lips against your wounded cheek, greedily drinking in every drop of blood flowing from the wound.

Your cries echoed throughout the room as he continued to suckle, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh. He pulled away slightly after a few moments, inspecting the damage he caused.

"You taste yummy," he murmured, his tone dripping with desire. His tongue darted out to lap up the remaining traces of blood seeping from your cheek. He then grabs at the knife and yanks it out of the couch.

With a twisted grin, Bob placed the blade against your neck once more, enjoying the way you froze in terror. Slowly, he began to slice open your shirt, revealing your vulnerable skin beneath. As the fabric fell away, he ran his finger down the length of the newly exposed skin, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

Despite your attempts to push him away using your legs, Bob managed to hold you down effortlessly. Leaning forward, he brought his mouth closer to your chest, his teeth grazing your skin playfully.

"I could just devour you whole," he teased, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You taste so delicious already," he whispered huskily

Unable to resist his urges anymore, Bob clamped down on the soft skin on your side, eliciting a loud yelp from you. The sound of your protests only seemed to fuel his desires further, prompting him to bite harder.

Struggling against his strength, you cried out for him to stop, but his grip only tightened in response. "Stop that!" you cried, trying to buck him off of you.

"Aww, come on now…it's just a little nibble," he crooned in response to your pleas, clearly amused by your discomfort.

Bob continued to leave a trail of teeth marks along your chest, each one accompanied by a whimper from you. As he moved further down your torso, his hands traveled lower, leaving bruising fingerprints on your waist.

He suddenly bites down on a particularly sensitive spot on the side of your lower stomach. You mentally curse not being able to clamp your hands over your mouth as a loud moan slips out of you.

Hearing your unexpected reaction, Bob chuckled darkly. "Oh? Are you starting to enjoy this?" he asked mockingly, taunting you with a wicked smile. He then proceeded to sink his teeth into the same spot once more, drawing another moan from you.

"You're one sick fuck if you're into this," he mocked, his eyes filled with amusement as he saw the flush rising on your face.

Moving downward, Bob found another enticing spot near your navel and sunk his teeth into it without mercy. You let out a surprised gasp as the sensation shot through your entire body.

"Not bad, huh?" he asked with a lecherous grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Maybe I should continue this somewhere else…" His hands started reaching for your waistband suggestively.

Despite your kicking and thrashing, Bob managed to pull down your pants to reveal black boxers adorned with bright orange jack-o'-lanterns, much to his delight.

"Awww, these are adorable!" he cooed appreciatively, eyeing your bulge growing beneath them.

Seeing your annoyed expression, he teased you further by running his fingers along the hem of your underwear, threatening to rip them apart completely.

To your absolute relief, your ears pick up on the faint sound of police sirens in the distance.

As distant sirens grew louder outside, Bob swore under his breath and quickly grabbed his mask lying nearby. "Looks like our fun time is over for tonight," he snapped before hastily putting on his mask.

Before leaving, he teased, "I'll be keeping an eye on you. You'll remember our fun time together, won't you?"

(Y/N) had moved in about a year ago. Sure, it was small and smelled like a weird fucking mix of Halloween candy and meat, but it was their new home. 'New year, new me' as they say.

They had managed to land a job working as a waiter/busboy for an ice cream shop. It was actually pretty fun, despite what their social anxiety kept telling them. However, there was one small issue.

They smelled weird.

Well, according to their coworkers. It's not my fault, they told themselves at the time. I have to scrape gum off of tables. Of course I smell weird.

But despite their insistence that it was because of their job, they got the boot.

Snapping back into reality, their stomach growling angrily reminded them of their situation. They had to eat something. Truth be told, they had been skipping meals for a couple of days, only eating at lunch or dinner. So they weren't surprised when their stomach ached with emptiness.

. . . . !

The smell of burgers drew (Y/N) to a shop they hadn't noticed before. I guess I shut my perception down, they thought to themselves as they entered.

Instantly, they were smacked with a retro vibe. The red seats, the chill music playing in the background - it just gave them good vibes. Nothing seemed off about the building to them.

Coming to the counter (the line was surprisingly short) they eyed the menu in front of them, deciding what to order.

Before they could place their order, they noticed someone coming out of the kitchen, holding a couple of trays laden with burgers and fries. 

The man was tall, about 7 feet if not taller. He seemed tired, but still lively. His hair, black. It reminded them of the night. And those eyes....

Realizing they were staring, (Y/N) snapped back to reality again. (Y/N) placed their order. A normal burger (with no onions), with a small fry and a small soda. A simple enough order, (Y/N) thought....  After placing their order and paying, they sat down in a booth to wait for their food.

They checked their phone.

Zero messages.

They needed friends.

As they scrolled through their phone, they were honestly startled when food was placed in front of them. That was fast. They looked up to see the tall noir they had seen earlier smiling at them. His smile seemed almost too natural for the man. But they didn't really care. "Thank you," they mumbled as they picked up their burger.

❝It's no problem, darlin'.❞ the man spoke, his voice smooth and deep. His country accent only served to make him more attractive. He went back to his station, but not before (Y/N) caught a glimpse at his name tag.

"Bob".

What a basic-ass name.

After finishing their food, (Y/N) headed out to find something entertaining to do with what money they had. But little did they know....

They had an admirer.

Bob stood behind the grill, watching them leave from the kitchen window. His grin faltered, watching the gorgeous person leave. Then, his smile returned as he knew, without a doubt that they would come back.

They always come back.

He would have them. Whether they knew it now or not.

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521 words w/o a/n at the start & this.

579 words with a/n at the start & this.