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You ran up the stairs and rounded the corner before stopping to catch your breath. Snow floated in through a broken window as the wind howled outside. Ormond was a nice place but the weather surrounding the resort was always brutal.
A piercing scream echoed through the building, followed by another right outside. Frank was on a frenzy spree and you knew if you didn't find somewhere to hide you'd be next.
You moved down the hallway, boards creaking loudly under your feet. When the Legion went feral their senses heightened to almost inhuman levels. As horrible as it sounded, you prayed the screams of your teammates would mask your movements.
Toward the end of the hall were various boarded-up rooms. The doors were all locked and sealed tightly, keeping out any unwelcome visitors. At the end of the hall by the last door was a large hole in the wall. It looked like someone had bashed through it with an ax. The entrance was covered from the inside by a broken pallet. Peering through the cracks you could see a room and figured it was your only good option. Going back downstairs during a frenzy was far too dangerous and staying out in the open like this wasn't smart either. You carefully pushed the pallet aside and crawled into the hidden space.
The only window in the room had been covered with a tarp and some duct tape. Empty beer bottles and cigarette butts littered the floor. A dirty stained mattress laid in the corner. It looked like someone was living here. There was a lantern beside the mattress that still has its light on and a radio sitting on a box of cassette tapes garbled dull static. Whoever lived here hadn't been gone long.
Another scream came from inside the lobby and you ventured further inside the room to keep hidden. A loud crack sounded out from under your foot causing you to jump back in surprise. It was a lighter… emphasis on was. Now it was just a cracked pile of plastic in a small puddle of igniter fluid.
"Shit…" You muttered to yourself, kicking the broken pieces to the side. This place was a fucking dump compared to the rest of the lodge, and that was saying something.
"Well, what do we have here?" A voice called from behind.
You spun around quickly, heart sinking into the pit of your stomach as you were caught face to face with a smiling mask.
"What are you doing in my room?"
Your voice was nothing more than a squeaking whisper. "Y-your room?" His room. Frank's room. Holy shit, you were in Frank's room.
"Well it's not the fucking kitchen now, is it?" The mask hid his face, but you could sense the snarl in his tone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't… I was just trying to hide." You tried to step back but he followed you until your back hit the wall.
"Well, you're not doing a very good job of that, now are you?"
You could see the fresh blood on his jacket glint in the dull light of the lantern as his shoulders rose and fell with his heavy breathing. He was still cooling down from his frenzy and you knew he could kick back into it at any time. He lifted his hand to your throat, the blood caked onto his skin was still warm.
"Don't touch me!" You screamed, pushing him back in a panic. Oh, shit. Did you really just do that? Your grave was getting deeper by the second.
“What are you gonna do?” He chuckled, completely unfazed. “Scream? Who’s gonna hear you? Everyone else is dead.”
He reached his hand back around your throat, this time you knew better than to fight back.
"Please, just let me go." You whimpered. There were no hooks around, if he wanted to kill you, he was going to have to do it by hand.
"And what do I get in return, hmm? Good boy points?" He took a blood-stained blade out of his pocket and traced it against your cheek. "Newsflash sweetheart, I didn't get called here for having a nice reputation. You're gonna have to sweeten the deal if you want to get out alive."
What could he possibly want? Cigarettes? Booze? He could easily get those himself. Tears began to fill your eyes as you realized you had nothing of value to offer him.
"Oh, come now baby, don't cry." He teased. "In fact, I think I know exactly what you can do to win me over." His grip on your throat tightened as he leaned in, mask mere inches from your ear. "All you have to do is be a good girl, okay?"
The tone in his voice left no question as to what he was implying. He was going to rape you right here in this cold dirty room and your only other option was to just let him slit your throat.
"Okay?!" He yelled, jolting you against the wall harshly, obviously impatient with your lack of response.
The tears began to flow as you nodded. You didn't want this. What if he told the other killers? What if he told them how easy you were to manipulate? Every trial could end like this, with freedom dangled in front of you, only achievable if you did whatever perverted thing they wanted.
He lifted his mask slightly and placed a few chaste kisses on your cheek before moving down to pepper his lips along your neck. He suckled where he felt your pulse, indulging in the way it sped up when he bit into the soft flesh.
"You like that, baby?" He purred, lapping at the offended area.
You didn't like it… at least you shouldn't. This man just murdered your friends and was not opposed to doing the same to you, but the way he held you flush against the wall with his bloody hands as he had his way with you made your body react in a way you refused to accept. You could feel his erection through his jeans as he pressed against you, igniting a naughty tingle in your lower stomach.
He trailed his tongue back up your neck before nipping lightly at the shell of your ear.
"I'm going to tear that little pussy in half." He murmured. His hand gave a tight squeeze to your neck. "God, I'm going to fucking destroy you."
Hot tears streamed down your face, stinging the skin. Each time he spoke his voice got lower and more unhinged. You wished he’d remove that stupid mask. Maybe seeing his face would bring a sense of humanity to him and calm your nerves. But he knew that. He wanted you to be scared. Your fear was getting him off.
He trailed his hands down to your breasts, kneading at them roughly through your shirt. You gasped as he tore the fabric over your head with ease.
“You have such nice tits.” He said, squeezing and slapping at the soft flesh. He let his nails dig into your skin, smirking at how you whimpered in response.
You tried to ignore the butterflies that flooded your stomach each time he touched you or the pooling arousal between your legs. He was a killer. A ruthless lowlife rat that has no business feeling you up like this. The real fear came from your own psyche. The screaming reminder of who he was and what he was doing was slowly being drowned out by the fact you didn't actually want him to stop. You wanted to feel him, hear him, taste him. It was taboo and humiliating, but maybe that's why it felt so good.
He continued to assault your neck. Using his mouth to suck and bite large marks where everyone would be able to see. At this point, you somewhat wished he'd just kill you. Having to go back to the campfire and face your peers covered in the shameful evidence of your encounter might be worse than a mori.
“Get on your knees.” He said, fixing his mask back over his face.
You refused to look at him. You knew what he wanted, and if he saw the way your cheeks flushed at his request, he'd know just how bad you wanted it too.
He grabbed your face and turned it back to him with agonizing force.
“What did I say about being a good girl?” He growled.
You choked on your response so all that came out was a raspy whine.
“Knees. Now.”
The cold hardwood floor splintered into your jeans as you lowered yourself in obedience.
“That’s right. Look at you, being so good for me.” He smoothed down your hair with his blood-stained hands. The creepy smile on his mask stared down at you as he undid his belt. Your stomach twinged hearing his zipper.
He was really doing this.
You were really doing this.
Maybe the Entity would step in before things went too far. This had to be against the rules, right?
He took out his cock and stroked it near your lips. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum. Although you tried to seem unimpressed, he was much bigger than you expected, and it made your mouth water.
You stared into the holes of the mask, refusing to break eye contact as you took the head into your mouth. You knew he’d get upset if you tried to look away again.
“That’s right, baby. Suck my cock like the nasty fucking slut you are.” He pushed himself deeper until he was pressing the back of your throat. "Take the whole thing. God, your mouth feels so good."
You used his thighs for stability as he bucked his hips forward, causing you to gag around him.
"Choke on it, you fucking whore." He grunted. His hands tangled into your hair as you bobbed your head in time with his own movements. Even through the mask, his heavy breathing reverberated off every wall of the room.
Soon you were at his mercy, just along for the ride as he held your head still and thrust himself roughly down your throat, hitting as far back as he could every single time. Tears were beginning to burn your cheeks again.
"You like that? Do you like when I fuck your mouth? Ah- I'm… Shit… I'm going to jizz all over that pretty little face of yours. Paint you up like the whore you are… Fuck!"
He removed his cock from your mouth with a lewd pop. A mouthful of spit and pre-cum followed it, dripping down your chin in thick streams. He pumped himself a few times before cumming with a loud groan, splattering hot white loads onto your face and chest.
"God, look at you. My own personal cum dump." He gripped your hair and yanked your head back causing you to yelp in pain. Grabbing your throat, he lifted his mask again, taking the opportunity to bend over and spit into your open mouth. "Fucking filthy."
He took off his jacket and shirt, revealing the vast assortment of tattoos that covered his chest.
"Wipe that shit off your face." He snarled, tossing his shirt at you. "Then take off your pants and lay on the bed. Don't make me ask twice."
His shirt smelled like blood, sweat, and cheap body spray.
You no longer hesitated to comply with his demands. At this point, your panties were soaked and you put all previous hindrances of him being a serial killer out of your mind. Right now all you wanted was for him to fuck you senseless into that dirty mattress.
He lit up a cigarette while you stripped from your remaining clothes and sat on what he considered a “bed”. He walked over and took a long drag, lifting your chin to look at him before blowing a lungful of smoke into your face, making you cough.
“Touch yourself.” He demanded.
"What?"
"Touch yourself for me. I want to watch." He stood at the end of the mattress and took another drag of his cigarette.
You shyly leaned against the wall to face him. You'd never masturbated in front of anyone before and the fact you could feel his piercing gaze through the holes in his mask made your face red with embarrassment.
You parted your legs, fully displaying yourself to him. If you felt vulnerable earlier, this was a whole new level of exposure.
"Look how fucking wet you are. I can't wait to pound my cock into that tight cunt." He said stroking himself, already noticeably hard again.
You let your hand snake down between your legs to rub lazy circles around your clit. Your fingers slicked obscenely as you plunged them deep inside yourself.
"Mmm, that's right, baby. Say my name while you fuck yourself."
"Ah-... F-Frank… Fuck." You breathed. It was surprising how close you already were. The fire in your core pooling blissfully between your legs. Your chest heaved with every breath. Your muscles tensed and your fingers cramped as you grew closer and closer to orgasm, teetering on the edge but unable to jump.
"Come on, cum for me you little slut." His voice was low and labored again as he fisted his cock at the sight of you.
"I'm trying…" You whined. Fingers alone had never been enough to get you off and the pressure of him impatiently demanding you cum was causing newfound performance anxiety. No matter how fast you moved the flame simply refused to ignite.
Frank dropped to his knees impatiently and roughly lifted your hips off the mattress. His mouth met your sex with a sloppy hunger. One hand curled its fingers inside you to massage your sweet spot while the other ground the butt of his lit cigarette into your hip. Your brain could no longer differentiate between pleasure and pain as your climax hit you in relentless waves. You screamed Frank's name over and over as your body shook with pleasure. He pulled his mouth away and took advantage of your hips already being lifted to slam himself into you, bottoming out immediately. Your lips collided as you grabbed desperate handfuls of his hair.
"Oh fuck, you're so tight. God, it feels so fucking good." All you could see were his lips, parted slightly as he gasped and moaned. "You like my thick cock pounding your little pussy? I bet you do you filthy fucking whore. You like getting fucked by killers." His hands gripped tightly at the flesh of your hips, nails digging into the skin as he set a brutal pace that only seemed to get faster. How did he have this much stamina? He couldn't be frenzying during sex… Could he?
Your next orgasm snuck up on you. Heat rushed to your core quickly as his thrusts hit your deepest points over and over.
"Ah! Frank! I-I'm gonna cum again!"
"Oh, fuck yes! Cum on my cock! I want to feel your tight fucking cunt twitch!" He ground his hips down roughly watching you writhe in arousal below him.
The little bit of friction was all you needed to be sent screaming into your next climax. Your nails dug into his back, scraping a path of red welts as you bucked your hips in time with his.
"Fuck! Oh f-fuck! So good…" He groaned. "Gonna fill your pussy up... Make you all mine! You want that? Want me to c-claim you? Make you -ah, my little whore? Huh?"
"Yes!"
"Yes, what?!" He grabbed you by the throat and slapped your cheek sharply. "Tell me what you want!"
Tears flooded your eyes again as you desperately pleaded for him to wreck you.
"Yes! Cum inside me, Frank! Please! M-make me your little whore! I'll do anything for you! Treat me like the dirty little slut I am! Please! P-please!"
He rubbed the thumb of his free hand vigorously over your clit, sending you spiraling into white-hot convulsions. He followed, throwing his head back as his own climax overwhelmed him. His cock pulsed, spilling warm thick cum inside you.
“Hoooly shit...” He groaned. His seed was already starting to leak out onto the mattress below. “You were such a good girl for me.” He praised, running his thumb endearingly over your cheek. “I think you earned your prize.”
He handed you back your clothes. You could barely move enough to even get dressed. Your body felt boneless, wrecked by your multiple orgasms. Frank noticed you struggling and picked you up, to cradle in his arms. It was sweet. It was entirely different from what he had just been like only moments ago.
He carried you down the stairs, whispering soothing words of admiration.
“Such a good girl. You did so well.”
Was this aftercare? You couldn't tell, but the idea of him trying to at least attempt to seem affectionate felt strangely calming.
The creeping howl of the hatch grew louder as Frank made his way through the resort lobby. He placed you on the ground by the swirling black mist, his mask gently resting against your forehead.
“Thank you…” You sighed as he brushed a lock of hair from your face.
“No problem, but don't expect me to be this nice all the time." He chuckled.
You were definitely getting a hook in the next trial you shared…
"See you soon.” He touched the mouth of his mask to your forehead like a kiss.
You slipped into the hatch letting the darkness of the fog engulf you.
Opening your eyes to the view of the campfire you looked at your hands and felt around your body.
No trace of what has just happened was to be found.
"See you soon…" You whispered to yourself, less as a statement, and more of a wish.