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You sigh as you lean your head on your steering wheel and bonk it a few times.
“Please. Move. Please. Move. Please. Move.”, you chant in rhythm to your head hitting it, and glare out at the cars in front of you.
Of course, you got stuck in traffic. And of course, you still had about maybe two hours left to drive to get home, meaning, you would get home much later than you had hoped. Turning your head, you decide to unbuckle your seatbelt and just lean in more comfortably on your wheel instead and look out at the horizon to your left.
“I jus’anna’go’ome.”, you mumble into your arms and groan slightly before fishing your phone out of your pocket to lazily browse your social media in a rotation, hoping something will happen, knowing nothing will.
The line of cars is ever un-moving in front of you, and you can even see some people going out to check on the miles of cars. Checking the news section, you see the cause of the traffic jam. A big accident, apparently. With several cars.
“Well, I’m not gonna get home any time soon…”.
A thought crosses your mind as you scroll through your contacts, looking for a specific little icon you know so well at this point.
A chainsaw one.
You press it and bring up the message window to your earlier conversations and start typing.
“I’m stuck.”
It takes maybe five minutes before you hear the familiar chime.
“In a baby swing?”
“Ha-ha. No.”
“In traffic.”
“And I’m bored.”
You knew he had a particular small pet-peeve to other people multi texting but had a habit of doing it himself.
“ And you think I care?”
“I know you do.”
“I don’t.”
“You seem in a happy mood…”
“What made you so grumpy?”
“Can’t get the shower to work.”
“And I really want to take one”
“but my uncle is an ass and refuse to fix the plumbing”
“so I have to.”
All you do is sit there and watch as the pet-peeve he so vehemently screams about when you do come through.
“Uh-huh. All I could focus on were you, naked, alone.”
“No.”
“What do you mean by “no”?
“I won’t do it.”
He saw right through you. You’d been talking with this somewhat mysterious man for a few months now, you’d never seen him, all he’d done was to describe himself to you, but you had never seen his face directly before.
He refused to send any kind of clear picture of himself, but you loved teasing him about it in a friendly way, making sure to never sound like you were making fun of him. And even if he seems like he didn’t want to, he also seemed to loosen around this subject, one time going as far as to send half of a mirror selfie to you.
Showing a strong arm with a tattoo covering most of it that pictured a chainsaw - the sole reason why you’d saved his phone number as a chainsaw icon, not thinking about asking him for his name - shoulder long brown hair flowing in locks and the half of what seemed to be a broad chest. He had his face turned away, sadly, but what you saw made you more curious. It seemed like he was wearing a mask in the photo that covered the parts of his face that were visible in the mirror.
“Aaw, come on. I know you’re hiding something really handsome. I won’t tell anyone~”
“What if I send you something naughty? ;)”
This time he seemed to disappear on you for a longer time and during the thirty minutes he was gone you thought you had almost offended him or finally made him tired of your ramblings. But then the chime came back.
“Finally!”
“Finally I’m getting a nude?”
“...”
“I’m just messing with you, big man.”
“Look, you won’t like what you see, okay?”
“I’m nothing more than a freak”
“I’m ugly and disfigured”
“that’s all there is to this.”
“People don’t like looking at me”
“so I don’t bother showing my face to anyone”
A part of you broke when you saw his confession. He had never told you why he didn’t send you pictures, and you didn’t want to pressure him by asking.
All you did was type one reply.
“Try me.”
Silence.
Pding!
This time, however, you froze when the notification said that “ Has sent an attachment ”. Your thumb hovered over the small icon with its glowing and angry red one. You opened the chat, and the attached photo showed you a man, who looked to be in his mid-thirties, he had one arm laid over his broad chest, the one heavily tattooed arm taking the mirror selfie resting on the one crossed over the chest.
He did have a mask on, it looked homemade, but what you could see showed a strong jawline and a masculine face. The most striking part of him was his eyes, they were amazingly blue, and he looked directly into the camera. And you melted.
Your eyes traveled over his tank topped clad shoulders, down his biceps, and up to his arms. He looked like he was made by an artist. His dark locks sweaty after seemingly working the plumbing, a sheen of sweat lingering on his collarbone.
“Jesus fucking… christ…”, was all you could mumble behind your mouth. Seemingly in a trance, as you just ogled the stranger you’ve barely gotten to know, the two of you mostly using the other for some sexual relief during the nights. You glanced up to the traffic in front of you, making sure it was still stuck and yes, just as stuck as when you first messaged him. Your phone chimed into a melody as a series of short sentences came through, and you woke up from your trance.
“I’m sorry…”
“I’m not what you expected, am I?”
“I figured.”
“This is why I never sent you anything back.”“No, I… You’re just really… really handsome. I couldn’t stop looking at the picture.”
“I really can’t. I had no idea this is who I was having such naughty thoughts about at night.”
“Heh… No need to be polite.”
“I’m not being polite! I’m being honest!”
“You really like it?”
“Yeah… I do.”
“Can I ask why you wear the mask, though?”
Silence. You tapped the side of your phone as you saw the three dots.
“My face isn’t like everyone else's”
“I don’t want to scare you off”
“like I do with everyone else”
You bite the side of your thumb. His responses made your heart sting. How would anyone be scared of him? You want to see more of him, want to see him without the mask. And suddenly, you felt nervous. You’ve never been nervous about having sessions of dirty talk with him before, but now? When you’ve seen him? You were. And you decided to take the plunge and ask for more.
“Can I see more of you…?”
For some reason, you were shaking as you pressed send.
Why do I suddenly feel like a fucking schoolgirl?!, you thought as you waited for a reply, feeling a small tingle starting to emerge in your body.
A new picture came your way, this one accompanied by a text on top of it.
“Time to give the new plumbing a test drive…”
He had no shirt on this time, your breath hitched slightly as you saw his bare torso. His mask was off, but he had one hand hovering over his face, parts of it seen through sprawled fingers. Like he did want to show you, but not all at once. What you saw was shocking, yes, and you couldn’t deny that fact.
His nose was missing, large parts of his face were scarred and dried, but you didn’t care. All you could really focus on was his blue eyes.
Your own traveled over what you could see. He was gifted with the absolute perfect ratio of muscles and fat all over his body. A towel wrapped around his waist, the angle of the camera showing a beautifully delicious happy trail leading down from his navel down below the towel.
“Are you sure you’ve never taken photos like this…?”
You couldn’t help but tease a little bit.
“Positive…”
“Am I doing good?”
You breathe a laugh out.
“You’re doing great.”
“I hope you think of me when you shower~”
The cars finally started moving again after that message and you happily went on your way home. Having a hard time ignoring the chiming that went on in the passenger seat next to you, having to chew the inside of your cheek as to focus on the road the best you could. Absolutely not thinking about this mysterious man you’ve never met before having a shower… naked.
When you finally arrived home you basically threw everything on the couch and almost ran to your bedroom.
Sinking down on your bed, covered by big pillows, you take a shaky breath while opening your phone to check your messages.
There weren't many, but the few you had from the giant man was enough to send chills running down your spine to end up exploding in tingling fireworks between your legs. You chewed your lip slightly as you opened his chat.
“Would be nicer if you could join me, though.”
Another picture had joined the chat while you were driving.
The bathroom is foggy, the mirror covered by condensation, but he’d wiped straight across it so he could take another picture in it.
This was the one where he had - apparently - gathered enough strength to show his entire face.
His hair was dripping, laying over the upper half of his face, eyes peeking through it, and he had a towel laid over his shoulders, the one hand not holding the phone in the midst of wiping excess water from his thick and wide neck. Although now, a smirk was splayed across his lips, lips that seemed to be missing a few pieces, but god did they look kissable. His smirk letting you know he knew something you didn’t.
This angle also showed a bit of skin like the earlier one had done, but this time you couldn’t see a towel in the fogged-up mirror. This bastard had consciously wiped the mirror off just enough for you to see his face and down just above his navel where the fog took over, covering the rest of him up.
This one also had a message over it, strategically placed on the lower end of the picture.
“I hope you make it home fast, I want to practice this thing. ;)”
You trace the shape of his body, thoughts running wild at how his hands would feel, what sounds he would make if you bit down on his throat, his strong hands gripping and groping every part of your own body.
You two had exchanged dirty texts for a long time now. It had mostly only been dirty words, with you sending him the occasional picture, but he’d never sent anything back. Until now. You couldn’t help but smile at that fact.
“This is a new side of you.”
“I’m home now, by the way”
“I like these welcome home messages ;)”
All you do as you wait for a reply is look at the pictures again. You had no idea this was the man you’d been talking to. He did describe himself, but it was obvious he was oblivious to just how attractive he actually was. You did guess it was because of his facial deformities, and while you could agree that it was bad, all the words you’d exchanged between each other made so it didn’t matter.
This man was hot.
“Heh… Welcome home.”
“Mmh. I’m not sure what happened”
“but I wanted to make you happy”
“and if showing my ugly mug makes you happy”
“so be it.”
You frowned when you read how he called himself ugly.
“You’re not ugly. I can’t stop looking at you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you on my drive home, either. My thoughts have been nothing but impure because of your pictures~”
“What did you think about?”
“You really want to know such dirty things?”“Mmh. Tell me.”
“‘specially if it’s dirty. ;)”
You sank down lower on the bed, biting your lower lip as you pondered how to word your response. Deciding it’s time to bring the teasing out and see if you can lure more pictures from him.
“Mmh~ I don’t know… What do I get if I do?”
“Are you starting to bargain?”
“Maybe~ ;)”
“Maybe I just need some convincing before I actually tell you such naughty things”“You’ve never had any problems in telling me naughty things before, little lady.”
“Why now, all of a sudden?”“Tell you what, big guy. If you do me two favors, I’ll tell you what I was thinking about…”
“Deal?”
Your phone got quiet for a minute, you figured he was thinking about your proposal.
“Deal.”
“First, tell me your name. I want a name to moan while cumming to that handsome face of yours”
“Secondly, I want another picture~”
“It doesn’t have to be spicy, I just want to see more of you.”
It was weird, but you’d never thought about asking his name before. You guessed it was because you didn’t have a face to him until now.
Apparently, he had decided to play along, seeing as he’d sent you a new photo.
It showed you a lap, thighs that looked just as muscular as his upper body, he was sitting down, relaxing it seems.
This man was either a huge tease by nature, or he knew how attractive a guy in gray sweatpants was because he had chosen to put a pair on. His left hand lazily resting on his left thigh, big fingers adorned by clunky rings and a worn-out watch on his wrist. Nothing sexual, if it wasn’t for the generous outline of what seemed like a properly proportional dick resting in between his meaty thighs.
And a name sprawled in simple text.
“Thomas.”
You hummed to yourself.
“Well, Thomas, I guess it’s up to me to uphold my part of the deal then... “
“I’m waiting, darlin"
A tingle runs down your back again, he’s never called you that before.
“I was thinking about you in the shower. How the water ran down you back, how much I would love to be in it with you, pressing my tits against your back as my hands run down your strong arms”
“then back up to massage your shoulders. You don’t know how much I wanted to do that, to join you in your shower. I want to run my tongue on your throat, I want to know what you taste like”“You can’t.”
“I know, and it’s killing me. And now when I’ve seen you, I want you more. Want to hear you breathe in my ear as you fuck me”
“to hear you moan”
“you have no idea how hard you make me cum when we talk”“This is definitely a new side to you”
“I didn’t know you could talk like this”
“what’s made you this bold? ;)”“You, Thomas. You awoke something in me when you showed me your face.”
You can’t help but be honest with him at this point. You agree that you’ve never talked to him like this before, even if you’ve been texting dirty, it’s never been to this point.
Arousal starts to build up between your legs and you press your thighs together, not wanting to give in just yet.
“That makes me happy, baby.”
“Nice knowing I have this effect on you”
“so, you’re telling me I make you horny?”“Don’t act like you don’t know you do.”
“I do, but I want to you say it”
“I want to see you admit I make you horny”
“tell me I’m the one who makes your pussy wet”
A shaky breath escapes you seeing him talk like this, but you give in and give him what he wants.
“Thomas, you make me so horny. You’ve always had.”
“That’s my girl”
“You like how I talk about how I would fuck you?”
" Is that what you like hearing?”“Yes…”
“Mhm.”
" I bet you would look lovely stretched around my cock”
That was the point where you couldn’t ignore the growing arousal spiking through your body, and you could feel yourself starting to get wet by the thought of him ravishing you.
Him moaning as he pushed inside your wet cunt. Your thighs rubbed harder, your hand shaking as you could only watch the three dots come up as he was typing.
“Show me.”
“Show me how your body reacts to me”
“I want to see how wet I make you”“Persuade me…”
You grinned, thinking you had the upper hand this time.
“Nuh-uh”
“you don’t get to set the rules this time”
“this time; I’m in charge”
“and if I want you to show me your pussy before I give you more”
“that’s what you’ll do”
You shivered hard at this series of texts from him. You loved that he showed his dominant side.
Pulling off your jeans along with your moist panties, you sit back on the bed, half laying, snapping a cheeky photo of your lower half, fingers only crazing your mound, being more in a teasing mood than in a give-him-what-he-wants-straight-away kind of mood.
A satisfied smirk dances on your lips as you send it away.
Not long after a reply comes.
“Don’t play games with me, now.”
“Or what? You’ll spank me?”
“You know you can’t do that~”
“So what’s gonna stop me?”
A few minutes of silence followed before you got another picture, one that made you moan slightly at the sight of it.
His left hand was grabbing over his crotch, fondling what looked like a half-hard cock through his pants, nothing fancier. But it did look like he was definitely… proportional to the rest of him that you’ve seen.
“if you don’t stop playing games, the pictures stop here”
“and I think you want to see more than this.”
You cursed him silently because he was right. God did you want to see more than that. You huffed at his reply and decided to be good and give him what he wanted.
Spreading your legs as wide as you could, you snapped the photo he wanted. Showing him how wet you already were.
Over it, you slapped a text.
“See how wet you’ve made me by only showing me what you look like. This is what only your words did earlier, now this is because you showed me ~”
You scrolled up to watch the latest picture he showed you and massaged slow circles around your clit while waiting for a reply. You wanted to see what he was hiding inside his pants. Finally, his reply came.
“That’s what I wanted to see”
“to think I did that to you”
“you make me hard, baby”
His multi texting habits were really going strong today, and you giggled a bit at it before replying.
“Oh yeah?”
“I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours ;)”“Mmmmhhh…. No”
“Why not? You can’t tease me with a picture like that and then not follow up with more”
" Because you haven’t earned it yet”
“and I just don’t feel like showing you my fat cock just yet is all”“What do I have to do to deserve it, mister? ”
He’d admit it early on that calling him mister or sir sent chills down his spine, something you’ve used sparingly, as to not overuse it on him. The thought of him caving in and finally showing his cock made you rub your clit a little harder, earning a low moan as you tried picturing it behind closed eyes.
Pding!
“Hmm…”
“surprise me with a movie”
“but don’t tell me what it is.”
Oh, you liked that idea. You thought for a bit before you figured something out.
Pulling your top off, laying naked on your bed, you started the recording.
Angling the camera to focus on you sucking on two fingers, making them nice and wet, and making sure a string of saliva was attached between your lips and your fingers as you removed them from your mouth. You slowly moved your hand down together with your phone, until you reached one of your breasts where you circled a hardening nipple with your saliva drenched fingers, making sure to amplify your breathing.
As your hand traveled downwards, the one holding your phone stopped right at your navel and returned up to your face to focus on your expression as your fingers reached your wet cunt and pressed down on your clit, something that was accompanied by a breathy moan of his name.
“Thomass…”, right before you turned the recording off you made sure to look straight into the camera with lustful eyes.
On the receiving end of that video, Thomas quickly opened the message. Eyes wide as he followed the way your fingers moved down your body, around your breast, gingerly moving around a nipple.
He cursed silently to himself as you stopped filming downward right above your navel, but when the camera returned up to show your face and the way he heard his name escape your lips as you reached that sweet, sweet spot between your legs, some part of him snapped.
He shot up from the chair he was slumped in and silently sneaked over to his door to listen if anyone needed him in the house, it was silent, which was a good sign. He closed the door and locked it. Making sure no one would disturb him.
Sitting back down he smirked as he grabbed the base of his now rock hard cock, still tucked away in his sweatpants to snap a new picture, a small dark stain resting where the head was located.
“That was dirty, see what you’ve done to me?”
Right after sending the picture, he sighed as he slid his hand down into his sweats to lazily stroke himself, closing his eyes, he fantasized about how your lips would feel gliding over his cock and stroked it a way he thought your tongue would move, a trembling low groan left him at the thought. All regrets he had earlier have about starting to send pictures blown out the window as your voice replayed from his phone.
It dinged with a reply and he quickly looked at it.
“I can get even dirtier~”
“You remember how I told you I went shopping a few days back?”
He gulped, his hand was shaking slightly as he tapped away with this thumb. He did remember you had briefly told him you went “shopping” a few days ago.
“Mhm. I remember that.”
“What did you get, baby?”
His breathing went up a notch as he sent the question. His hand stopped moving, having to already calm himself down a notch. Your video and photo had worked him up something awful.
“Do you want to see~?”
“Oh hell yeah"
It took a while to receive a response from you, but when he finally did, it was a photo. One that made his dick jolt in excitement.
It showed you, holding a dildo against your tongue. He shivered hard at the sight, a tingle reaching his cock.
“You got that just for me? ;)”
He smirked slightly.
“I did… I thought of you when I bought it.”
" Wanna see me use it~?”“Fuck yourself for me”
“I promise to give you material”
“you won’t regret it, believe me”
He finally let his erection spring free, the hefty weight of it making it bounce back on his stomach and he sighed again in relief.
He pondered if he should send another photo already, but decided to tease a little longer before giving in. It took a while to get a new reply, during this time he entertained himself with lazily stroking his leaking dick. Smearing precum over his sensitive head, a finger caressing over the silvery barbell placed right under it, his breath hitching as his sensitivity had gone up tenfold since got the small jewelry.
The other arm is flung over his eyes as he tilted his head back and smiled as he always did when he was stroking himself, and deleted every single regret about getting the erotic piercing.
The ping of his phone jolted him back to reality.
A video. He hesitated at first but decided to press play.
It was you, at first sucking the dildo, swirling your tongue around the head of it, a string of saliva snapping as you smiled into the camera before moving both the phone and dildo slowly downward.
A small gasp escaped you off-camera as you slowly pushed the fake dick into your already soaking cunt. You started slow, just teasing yourself with how it filled you, but after slowly pulling it out you suddenly shoved it in, and he vaguely heard his name escape you again.
One part of him couldn’t believe you were actually sending him videos, while the other part of him kicked itself for not asking for it earlier. This was pure bliss for him.
This video was what made lust take over, though, and he decided it was time for him to give you what you’ve asked for for a long time
Checking the lightning around him, he grabbed his cock at the base, angling it just right, he snapped a picture, doing his best to really show the sheer size of him. He was fully aware of the fact that he was way above average. His butchering job making sure he’d seen a good amount of men, making him realize how big he actually was. His small light made the silvery part of him glint.
“I hope this is what you’re thinking of when you fuck yourself like that”
“because I sure as hell am thinking about fucking your tight pussy right now”
Sent.
The smile on your lips transformed into a needy grin as you bit down on your lower lip when you opened his convo, a quiet moan leaving you as you saw it.
All you could do was stare. You dropped the toy to hide your blushing cheeks and needy grin behind your hand, for whom you hid, you had no idea. What you saw must’ve been the biggest dick you’ve ever seen outside of porn.
He must’ve been around 7 - 7,8 inches long, the girth almost scary, your toy suddenly felt way too small for you and you spasmed around nothing. You couldn’t help but drool slightly as you followed every inch of him, brows furrowing in want when you saw the barbell snugly fastened under his swollen and leaking head.
After ogling the huge cock, you gave him what he wanted; you to admit that he was right.
“You’re right, big boy.”
“I did want to see this”
“I wanna taste you”"Yeah?”
"You wanna suck my dick?”
A shiver runs down your back as your fingers play through your folds at the way he’s talking to you.
“Yeah, I do”
“I want to hear you moan as I swallow your big fat cock down my throat”
The phone went quiet for a minute or two before you got an attachment sent your way, this time, he had sent a video, and you thought you were going to lose your mind at what you saw.
Pressing play, you saw his cock twitching in his hand before he slowly started stroking himself. He was slow at first, teasing himself - or you, you weren’t sure and didn’t care at this point - before he decided to up his tempo.
Off-camera, you could hear his heavy raspy breathing, a deep moan, and something that sounded like a breathy “ fuck ”, it was low like he didn’t mean for it to escape his throat.
"Where have you been all my life?"
"Your cock is amazing"
This time, you grab your dildo and sit down in front of the full-body mirror you've placed in your bedroom. Spreading your legs, you tease your slit with the toy smiling straight into the camera and furrowing your brows with want and need before pushing the toy in your wet cunt. You fuck yourself slowly as you decide to start talking instead, asking one simple question.
“Want to watch me cum?”
When Thomas' phone dinged he almost dropped it out of excitement.
His head rolled back against his chair as he watched you fuck yourself, a growl low in his throat as he started dreaming of how it would feel when your muscles clench around him, making sure to squeeze his own hand in a desperate way to mimic that feeling. He started thinking how in the hell he’d been happy just reading your words earlier and seeing the occasional nude photo coming from you.
The videos were so. much. better.
He almost couldn’t type anymore. He’d lost his words in fogginess that was lust, if he talked he’d be speechless at the amazing view coming from his phone.
He was close, but he refused to cum without seeing you do the same, letting his aching cock go, he pulled up the keyboard.
"Please… "
"I do want to see you cum"
"need to"
"need to see that beautiful pussy cum because of me"
You huff slightly as you see his desperate plea for you to show him. But at this point, you can't keep edging yourself. Your pussy clenched hard as you watched yourself in the mirror.
Alright, you thought. I'll give you what you want
"Do you think of me when you cum, Thomas? Ever think of how I would look covered in your cum?"
Hurrying, you prop your phone up in a standing position, making sure you are well visible in the camera you hit record; Your toy pumps in and out in a hectic tempo, hitting a really sweet spot inside your cunt, the other hand rubbing your clit.
Your orgasm was approaching fast and just moments before it hit, you look straight into the camera and with a breathy voice you say;
"Because I think of you when I do." And just as your orgasm hits, you throw your head back, your voice loud as you scream his name in ecstasy.
Before stopping the recording, you lean in close to your phone and whisper;
"I hope you do."
He was in the middle of replying to your questions when he saw you’d sent him a video, completely ignoring to reply to you, he pressed play.
Thomas’ mouth just hung open as he watched the - for him - most beautiful and erotic scene he’s ever seen play out on his phone. His hand pumped in time with the way you fucked yourself and he almost had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from moaning out loud in fear of his family heard him.
The sounds your toy made as it went in and out of your wet cunt sent shivers down his spine and exploded in a myriad of tingles in his dick, making it twitch, his own orgasm building at a rapid speed.
But when he heard and saw you cum, and the way you screamed his name as you did, he couldn’t hold it at bay any longer.
His orgasm washed over him, a low choked groan left his lips as his thick and almost cream-like seed shot over and covered his hand, landing a good way up to his chest.
He forced himself to let his phone go because if he didn’t, he would surely have crushed it the way his fist clenched until his knuckles turned white. He grit his teeth, heavy, huffing and wheezing breaths coming from his lungs.
You’d made an absolute mess out of him, and you hadn’t even touched him. Sweat was running down his temple, his hair stuck on his neck, he was absolutely spent .
If only you knew, he tilted his head back, trying to catch his breath, how much I think of you when I do.
It's been two weeks since you've heard from this man who now has a name resting before his little chainsaw icon. It wasn't that weird not hearing from him for a few days, but never two weeks.
You'd gotten a special assignment from work, meaning you'd had to travel to Texas. Before you left you sent him a short message.
"I just wanted to tell you I'm going to drive for a while, so can't text much."
No response. You guessed he'd had his fun with you, gotten what he wanted, and now he was tired of you.
You were stranded at a small dip in the road, your car had broken down in the middle of it, but you had managed to push it into a safer spot away from the traffic - if there actually were any.
It was hot and humid. And you hated yourself for actively choosing to drive instead of taking a flight as you kicked your car out of anger.
"I. Fucking. HATE YOU! You absolute…"
Kick
"piece"
Kick
"of"
Kick
"trash!"
You were hot and you suspected your skin was starting to turn red due to the angry sun screaming down at you.
Footsteps coming your way distracted you momentarily from abusing your poor car and you got happy for only a moment as you went to turn to the person. Before you had the chance to fully turn towards them the butt of a gun slammed against your temple and everything went black.
You wake up with your head throbbing, you move to sit up from an apparently horizontal position but notice you can't.
You're bolted down.
"What…", you try looking around, but your position makes sure you can only flip your head from side to side, the room is cool and dim. From a distance, you hear voices shouting in what sounds like a heated argument.
"Hello…?", you try to yell out.
Your heart begins to beat in a rapid rhythm as the voices quiet down. They heard you.
Not long after they go quiet, you notice the floor above you start cracking and creaking with footsteps, and soon after a door slides open.
"Hello?", you try again.
An angry voice rings out again;
"You heard me, boy! I don't give a rats fuckin' ass about what you say. You take care of 'er now, or I will!", the door slides shut again.
Heavy footsteps are coming your way, and your breathing starts picking up.
"Who's there?", you hear heavy breathing in the room, the person is moving closer.
"Please… I beg of you.", you try pleading to the stranger. You're so, so scared, you don't know if you're about to get killed, or used for other things, to be locked up on the surface you’re pinned down to only be viewed as an object. You don't know anything.
The person stops close to you, you see them in the corner of your eyes. But they're not saying anything, only watch you in silence.
You turn your head towards them, and they back off into a shadowy corner. They seem… afraid.
"What do you want from me? Who are you?", they seem to flinch slightly at your words. You can see their whole body moving with each breath.
"I don't know what you want!", tears start prickling in the corner of your eyes as panic sets in.
"Please, let me go! I… I don't… I was just passing through!", you thrash against your restraints as your tears start streaming freely. Pain shooting through your restraints digs into your skin.
"I don't want to die…", you sob.
Thomas can't move. He's frozen. He wants to move, he really does, but his body refuses to cooperate.
You're here. In the basement. Where everything grim happens. Where no one gets out alive.
Where he is supposed to kill and butcher you.
The person who’s been so nice to him over text messages, keeping him company during lonely nights. The one who willingly showed herself reaching her climax thanks to him, even after he had shown you his face.
Charlie has already told him he can't keep you. He didn't care that Thomas knows you, he didn't give a fuck about how nice you've been, how you didn't stop talking to him after you've seen his face.
Thomas had a job to do, but he couldn't.
He's breathing heavily as your voice pierces the otherwise quiet basement, his mind flashes back to the video saved on his phone. All those late nights where he’d read your words with his hand down his own pants.
You're here. What are you doing here?
Three words from you wake him up from his trance-like state.
You sigh.
"Just do it..", you've given up. You realize you won't get out of here alive, a part of you already accepting that fate. You won't see your family anymore.
You'll never hear from Thomas again. The last thought makes another stream of tears run down the side of your face and you turn to your captor.
"Please, do it fast… I… I don't want to feel pain.", a weak defeated smile reaches your lips, "Just kill me."
Your last words seem to trigger movement in the figure as it moves towards a wall close to it, a small click and a light flicker on. You're bathed in a harsh white light, your newly cried eyes burn slightly as you adapt to it.
And you guess this is it.
The figure moves close to you again, and suddenly; he's right next to you. Your eyes widen in nothing but pure shock as you see dark, shoulder lengths locks.
"What…", your heart beating a panicked drumming melody against your ribs. "You can't be…".
The man reaches up to his head, and that's when you realize he's wearing a mask that looks way too familiar to you. He unbuckles it, and that’s when it clicks in your head.
You see a face you recognize. A face you've dreamed off. A face you've masturbated to almost every night for two weeks.
But seeing this face makes tears well in your eyes for the third time and a cry that almost makes you scream bubbles up from your stomach.
He just looks at you with sad eyes, eyes you wish you hadn’t seen, eyes you wish you didn’t recognize.
Thomas’ eyes.