THE BUTCHER OF SKYHAVEN
Word Count: +5K
Warnings: +18(mdni) Butcher!Caleb, yandere!Caleb (my beloved), slightly unstable Caleb, murderer!Caleb, mention of different types of meats (apologies to my vegetarians and vegans), minor character death, assault, knives, meat cutting tools, stalking, unwanted attention, gross old men, mention of groping (not by Caleb), asphyxiation, brief talk of dismemberment, mention of a gun, blood/gore, use of baby girl (not by Caleb), size kink (obviously), mention of pregnancy, brief mention of fingering, implied Caleb and reader slept together, I tried to keep it pretty tame in regards to describing a certain character’s death, lemme know if I missed anything!
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Happy early Halloween, lovelies
Caleb had grown accustomed to your daily visits to the meat shop. Though the space was always a level above freezing, the second you stepped in with your bright smile and rosy cheeks, a warmth would wash over him.
The scent of sweet pea that clung to your skin trailed behind you in an invisible trail, covering the smell of blood, bleach, and cold meat. You would order whatever cut of meat you would be cooking for dinner along with either bacon or sausages that you would use for your breakfast the next day.
Caleb made sure to give you only the freshest bits. He would deliberately wake up early in the morning before the shop opened in order to keep a constant influx of finely sliced bacon and tenderized meats. He couldn’t care less if Mrs. Smith received a pork-chop that was a day away from expiring or if Mister Xander from down the road picked a particularly slimy, brown steak.
No, he could never give you anything other than the best. You lived alone, someone needed to ensure you were eating and reaching the recommended dose of daily nutrients. You were far too delicate for the messiness that came with skinning and prepping your food. He would take care of everything.
When it was around the time you would pop into the shop, Caleb perked up at the familiar sound of the golden bell above the door. He could hear Gideon say his typical greeting he gave to everyone who came in.
Caleb finished packaging the thinly sliced pieces of ham before rinsing his hands with cold water and soap, using a clean towel to wipe his face. When he rounded the corner, his smile fell when he was met with another frequent flyer, Mister Raymond Xander.
“What’s with the long face, son? You don’t have that look when you’re talking with that pretty little dame who lives on Linkon street.”
Caleb grumbled under his breath, reaching for a meat cleaver and whatever piece of meat he could get his hand on. The older man paid no mind to Caleb’s annoyed, monotoned timber.
“Always a pleasure, sir. What can we help you with today? Steak for a third day in a row?”
“Was telling Gideon here that I’m in a particularly good mood, so a nice prime rib will do.”
Gideon could tell that his friend was no longer in a good mood. Your lack of presence and Xander’s comment had the same effect as rubbing salt in a wound. He took over in packaging the cut being requested, conversing with the man on the other side of the counter.
“Did the deal you were talking about last week go through? Can’t imagine what else could’ve put you in such a chipper mood, sir.”
“Bumped into Caleb’s girl on my way here. Literally.”
The cleaver cutting through the air faltered for a second before meeting the piece of lamb. Old man was walking a very fine line.
Caleb had seen how he looked at you, his eyes lingering on the swell of your ass when you leaned over to point at what you wanted. He wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was. The butcher had caught him multiple times leaning into your personal space, sniffing at your hair with a pleased expression on his swollen face.
The bitter aura radiating off of Caleb wasn’t missed by Gideon. He kept side-eyeing his friend as the old man kept babbling on and on. You weren’t Caleb’s girl, but Gideon knew he had feelings for you. He needed to make sure he paid and left sooner than later otherwise Xander might find himself on the chopping block.
“Shoulda heard the sound she made when I copped a feel of that cute ass.” The old man had the gall to adjust himself over his slacks, a small dent there showing his excitement. He resembled a teenage boy seeing his first pair of boobs. “Wonder what sounds she makes as she’s getting fuc-”
The cleaver Caleb was using met the cutting board with a pronounced thunk, a clean cut left in the wood. Poor lamb chop resembled ground beef by the time he was done with it. Not even the bone could stop the force behind the butcher’s hand. He couldn’t help that he was imagining it was a certain body part of Xander he was chopping up.
Gideon cleared his throat, signaling for the older man to follow him over to the cash register.
The rest of the day was spent with Caleb angrily preparing the customers' orders, the tenderizing mallet used more than usual. He was disappointed when you didn’t show up, but he had a feeling he knew what was the cause of that. That damn pervert had ruined the one thing he looked forward to. The job wasn’t particularly taxing, but getting to see a pretty thing while on the job helped energize him.
Wrapping up a couple slices of bacon in butcher paper, Caleb flipped the open sign that hung on the door to show that they were closed for the day before locking the door behind him. He quickly made his way over to the road that led to your house, the street lamps lighting his way. Your home wasn’t far, but the large acre it took up kept you a bit secluded from everyone else.
When your house was within sight, his steps quickened. Your porch light was on, yet your curtains were already drawn which was odd as you tended to close them right before going to bed. He knocked on the front door, leaning his ear against the spring door to hear the familiar patter of feet.
There was no response, yet a muffled voice yelled from somewhere in the back of the house. Caleb felt his stomach drop as he made his way to your backyard. There he was able to hear your irritated voice.
“I said I’m not interested!”
Caleb remained hidden, only peeking around the corner to find you by the back door, pointing a pistol at Mister Xander who stood with one leg on the first step leading to the back porch. The shakiness of your hand let the butcher know you had never used that thing a day in your life. You most likely only had it as a form of protection, a way to deter someone who had bad intentions.
“Is it cause I’m not that damn butcher that you won’t give me a chance, babygirl? Bet you’d have no issue with him touching those pretty tits, right? Only mad cause it wasn’t him slipping a hand under your dress.”
When you clicked the safety trigger out of place, only then did Xander step away with his hands out before him.
“Have a good night, baby girl. I’ll be seeing you.”
You stayed rooted in place until you could no longer see the old man. Once he was gone, you cried out, locking the door behind you.
Caleb could feel the tips of his ears burning in anger. He had heard rumors surrounding Raymond Xander, but he couldn’t say he believed them as he never thought him capable of chasing after young girls until now. It’s too bad Xander set his eyes on you. You were far out of his league. Too sweet to be tainted by his perverted hands.
Raymond Xander better learn his place or he’ll find himself meeting the Butcher of Skyhaven.
It was impossible to go into town and not look over your shoulder every few minutes. Unfortunately, you’d find Raymond Xander trailing behind you at times, a leering look in his eye and a billow of cigarette smoke coming from his wrinkled lips.
You did the best you could to pretend that everything was normal and that his existence on the streets didn’t bother you. Too bad you’ve always had a hard time hiding your emotions.
“It’s been a few days since you last came to see me, sweetie. What’s got you looking so down?”
Yvonne, the flower shop owner commented as she arranged the flowers you selected for your bouquet meant for your coffee table. Your place had been looking a little gloomy and it was having a bigger effect on your mood than you had first realized.
“Oh-uh, just feeling a little under the weather. I think it must have something to do with the change in weather.”
“Uh-huh, I’m sure.” Yvonne snickered as she aggressively cut the stems of a few roses. “Bet it has something to do with Rascal Raymond. Don’t think he hasn’t been making unnecessary comments around town. The damn pervert’s been saying he’s gonna marry you.”
The wicker basket in your hand creaked under the weight of your fingers as your palm flexed. The old man couldn’t take a hint.
“I doubt you believe anything that comes from his mouth.” You mumbled, avoiding her sympathetic gaze.
“Of course I don’t. I’m just worried about you since you’ve stayed holed up at your place. You’re a bit secluded from other homes and to be honest, I worry for your safety. Maybe…maybe it’s time you find yourself a man or get a guard dog I don’t know.”
You gave an awkward laugh, taking the bouquet being handed to you.
“I don’t think I have the strength to stop an attacking Doberman. God forbid it goes after an innocent person.”
“True.” Looking past the glass windows and onto the busy streets, Yvonne gave an inquisitive hum. “Well, seems like the only choice you have is to find yourself a man slash bodyguard since killing Raymond isn’t a legal option. Could always give that butcher a chance. He’s like a puppy dog when it comes to you.”
Your heart fluttered at the thought of Caleb.
He sure was handsome and…large. Xander would be a fool to try anything with the Butcher of Skyhaven around. To be fair, Caleb has never done anything that earned him that nickname. In your eyes, he was a sweet guy who helped old ladies cross the street or carried a struggling mother’s groceries for her as she wrangled her kids into her car.
“I’ll think about it, but I doubt a guy that cute isn’t seeing someone.”
“Well, for the sake of that girl, I hope not cause I’d hate to have a boyfriend who’s making googly eyes at another.”
You said your goodbyes before making your way over to the meat shop. Sneaking a peek, you found Gideon along with a few other workers servicing the customers, but no Caleb. Maybe you should take it as a sign.
“What’s that pout for, baby girl? Sad your little boyfriend ain’t around?”
At the familiar voice, your skin crawled. You ignored him and took off across the street without looking at the incoming traffic. Looks like you’d be having your pasta without chicken tonight.
“That girl is too young for you, Ray. Not to mention, inexperienced with the things you prefer in bed.” The man who accompanied said as he sympathetically watched you scurry away. “You’d be better off finding someone who’s older and knows what she’s doing.”
“That’s what makes it more fun. Can break her in and teach her how to do things the way I like them. She seems like she’s a fast learner. I think I’ll pay her a visit tonight.”
A familiar gruff cadence caught their attention as a figure snuck up behind them with surprising ease for a man his size.
“Gentlemen, you coming in or are you gonna keep harassing an innocent girl?”
The older men turned to find Caleb who carried what looked like a newly packaged meat cleaver along with other sawing tools. The pinch between his brow expressed utter annoyance. Raymond wouldn’t admit it, but his stomach dropped as he realized the butcher may have heard what he had said. Yet he tried to appear unfazed. Who was he to stop him from visiting you?
Raymond’s companion gave a shaky smile, looking up at the younger man.
“Caleb! Not use to seeing you outside of the shop, son.”
“Mister Gregory got a shipment of tools and I needed some new ones. The old instruments were getting too worn down. One swing wasn’t enough to behead the poor chickens. Should’ve heard them.”
The color in the face of the older men drained as Caleb rambled on, describing the way he prepped the poultry they feasted on daily. If one of them only knew that the butcher was explaining what he would be doing to Raymond Xander once he got his hands on him.
“Ah, anyway, I should get inside. Have a pig I have to deal with later on, so I’m closing the shop a little earlier than usual. Why don’t the two of you come on it? Give you a good deal on the steak since I’m in a good mood.”
Though Caleb’s voice didn’t sound cheery at all, Xander pulled his friend along with him as he wasn’t one to pass on a golden opportunity. Tonight, he would have his fill of steak and beer like an inmate on death row before meeting his executioner.
The butcher made sure to give him a fresh T-bone steak. He wanted nothing more than to rub it along the sole of his combat boot, but refrained from doing so as he would enact his revenge before the old man took his final breath.
Raymond kept glancing over his shoulder has he sneaked onto your property. He could feel a sharp gaze watching his every move, but there was no one around. The multiple trees that formed the woods were completely still. There was a lack of breeze and yet a shiver ran up his spine.
Closing in on your home, he peeked through the window that offered an insight into your living room. Though the sheer curtains were pulled shut, he was still able to see the light that filled the room and hear the noise coming from the television.
At what sounded like a pair of feet walking through grass, Raymond looked around. His movements were jittery, almost squirrel-like like with how fast his head turned from side to side. There was no one in sight. Gathering his bearings, he wiped the palms of his hands on his pants before trying to open the window.
It made a loud thunk sound, which made your unconscious body that was lying on the couch jolt slightly in your sleep, but not enough to wake you. The lack of sleep over the last few nights had finally caught up to you.
Figuring the lock on the window was in place, he walked along the side of the house until he reached the back door. Before he could even try turning the knob, a huge gloved hand covered his mouth and nose.
The hand pressed down hard to the point that Raymond’s screams were drowned out in the night, covered by the sound of crickets. His nose was fractured under the amount of pressure which aided in limiting his amount of air. He tried to scream which only created an awful squealing sound as he bucked in the stranger’s hold.
He tried to free himself, but the hold on him refused to budge. Whoever had managed to catch him off guard must be part animal as they easily wrangled him into submission. His vision was blurring. He could feel how his blood pounded in his ears and a burning sensation erupted in his chest, spreading to his throat.
“I told you I had a pig to deal with, didn’t I?”
Raymond’s eyes widened at the gruff voice. Though he couldn’t see him, he knew it was Caleb. It was the damn Butcher of Skyhaven.
When an arm wrapped around his neck and pressed against his throat, Raymond stilled. All the fight he had in him was gone. Tears burned his eyes.
“Should’ve listened when I said to stop harassing an innocent girl.”
Caleb’s movements were quick. With an insane amount of force, he pulled Raymond’s neck out of place, a nasty crack reaching his ears.
At the dead weight, Caleb allowed Raymond’s body to hit the ground. Hidden behind your home, he was able to take his time ensuring the man was dead. No one had seen what had just occurred and the butcher couldn’t be more thrilled.
Settling the limp body across his shoulders, Caleb made his way into the woods and down the hidden path that kept him from being spotted. Living on the opposite side of the forest had its perks.
He worked quickly, using the worn-out tools from the shop he had brought home over the years.
The clothes Raymond wore were thrown into the fireplace Caleb had left lit ahead of time. He was grateful the old man wasn’t carrying any personal items such as his wallet, having left them behind in his home. With no spilled blood and no signs of a struggle, the best they could do was claim Raymond went missing as his belongings at home would indicate he hadn’t skipped town.
Though he wasn’t particularly religious, Caleb remembers his grandmother always mentioning that if the body of someone who has passed isn’t buried completely intact, their souls would linger and never find peace. With the thought in mind, he kept a piece of Raymond as he quickly dismembered him.
It was surprisingly easy for him to dispose of the old man. Mixing pieces that once formed a human being with spare pieces of beef, he was able to create a perfectly normal looking meal for the pigs that belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Everett a few roads over.
With a few hours left until morning, he cleaned up the shack behind his home that had been used. The blood of the older man was lost amongst the faded stains left by the various animals Caleb worked with in the past as well as the cleaning supplies used to disinfect.
A ziplock bag crinkled in his hand as he made his way down to the cellar. In a large icebox, he hid the baggie under the array of packaged meat he kept for his meals.
As he showered, he scrubbed at his skin until it was a soft pink and raw. He scrubbed away at the blood that had slipped under his nails and into the cracks of his skin, replacing the metal tang that clung to him with the scent of his body wash. He would visit you in the morning and he needed to make sure he didn’t look like he went to hell and back. Your sensitive stomach and tender soul would never be able to handle the horror that had occurred in the shack.
With a huge sigh of relief, Caleb settled into his cushiony mattress. Looking at the empty pillow beside his, he pictured waking to the sight of your sleeping face. Your scent would permeate his blankets, soothing him to sleep as he wrapped his arms around you. While he would forget, you’d be oblivious to the organ of the man who had kept you on edge stored in the cellar.
He would play the part he always had when it came to you; the charming love-struck puppy. He would pretend nothing had happened the night before, using the excuse of dropping off slices of bacon you would use for your breakfast.
The knock on the front door startled you as you stood at the stove making your breakfast. Lowering the level of the flame so that you wouldn't return to scorch food, you quickly made your way over to the door. It didn’t sound like one of Raymond’s knocks, but you could never be too careful.
Peeking through the edge of a curtain, your body relaxed as you saw a familiar muscular body. Letting the curtain fall back into place, you hastily tried to smooth out your flyaways and brushed any imaginary dust off of your dress. As another knock echoed out, you pinched your cheeks to achieve a “normal” flush.
Clearing your throat and rubbing your hand over your racing heart, you opened the door, smiling at the sight of Caleb.
“C-Caleb…Hi!” You wanted to face palm at your overly cheery tone, your nerves evident. “What-uh-What brings you here?”
“You haven’t stopped by the shop in a few days so, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about you.” Wrapped in butcher paper and tied with twine, you handed you a package of thinly sliced bacon, just the way you liked it. “Figured you would need some for your breakfast.”
“Oh! Uh…Thank you!”
Taking the pack from his, you could feel your cheeks heat up as your fingers brushed along his.
“W-Would you like to-to join me for breakfast? Unless you’re needed at the shop?”
You were able to see how his purple-colored eyes sparkled as he smiled down at you, accepting your request. He trailed behind you, shutting the two of you away from everyone else in the world.
When it came to you, he saw the world through rose-colored glasses. You looked like a perfect little housewife, fluttering about throughout the kitchen. The simple breakfast you were going to make was metaphorically thrown out the window. Now replaced with a hefty one that would fill the belly of the man in your kitchen; maple and vanilla flavored pancakes were placed neatly onto two plates along with scrambled eggs and crispy bacon.
Caleb could get used to this. He could already picture you barefoot in his kitchen with your belly swollen with his seed.
He was pulled from his thoughts as you gestured for him to follow you to the kitchen table. You giggled at the sight of the six-foot something male settling into the wooden chair, the poor thing squeaking under his weight. For the first time in a long time, you ate your breakfast with gusto. It was nice having someone to chat with as you ate. Before you knew it, your plates were empty, Caleb surprising you by eating the leftovers without flinching.
He was on his second cup of coffee when another knock was heard at the door. It didn’t slip past him as you tensed, your hand shakily placing your cup on the table. He watched as you checked who was there before opening the door.
“Hello?”
It was more of a question, your confusion at the presence of the detectives was evident. Feeling Caleb come up behind you, the anxiety running through your veins settled as he placed his hand on your lower back.
“Can we help you with anything?” Caleb asked.
“This man has been reported missing and we were told he’s been a bit of a nuisance to you, so we wanted to see if you know anything.”
At the photo of Raymond, your brows furrowed. The man hadn’t even crossed your mind.
“Last I saw him, he was with a friend on the streets, b-but he made an unwanted comment so I took off.”
The detectives shared a glance as they nodded. The younger one motioned to Caleb with he jut of his chin.
“What about you?”
“I bumped into him and his friend on my way from Mister Gregory’s, but that’s about it.”
To the detectives, the two of you resembled a couple who had spent the night together. Unbeknown to you, you had played the part of the perfect alibi for the butcher. Any suspicion that would be placed on either of you would be put aside. Taking a few notes on a small notebook, the detectives apologized for intruding before bidding you goodbye.
Softly shutting the door, you took in a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Your teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, a thousand thoughts running through your mind per minute. Turning around, your watery eyes looked up at Caleb.
“Is-Is it…D-does it make me a ba-bad person if I don’t f-feel sorry for h-him?”
You were already small when compared to the butcher, but the way you shrank as you wrapped your arms around yourself fueled the primal part in his brain. Second-guessing himself for a moment, he placed a hand on the back of your head before tugging you towards him.
Tucking yourself along his warm body, you found the comfort you had been lacking for a while now. Your arms went around his torso and you absent-mindedly nuzzled your face against his broad chest.
“I know he had the habit of tormenting you. Heard a few of the things he had said to you, so I wouldn’t blame you for not pitying him.”
From then on, you found yourself spending a lot of your time with the butcher. He became a metaphorical security blanket, his presence allowing you to feel as though nothing could harm you. After a few months, he officially asked you to be his girlfriend one night as the two of you had dinner at his place. You would never forget the red that stained his cheeks and how he shyly rubbed the back of his neck.
You had caught him off guard when you threw yourself into his embrace, landing a fat kiss on his lips. With you straddling him and the skirt of your dress bunched around your waist, he could feel the warmth that emanated from between your legs. Sweet, shy kisses turned into something fierce. Before you knew it, his hand had slipped under your dress and fingers spread your soaked lips to find your tight, quivering hole.
By the time you came to, the sun had set and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. You had expected to feel a stickiness between your thighs, instead, you found that your body had been wiped clean. Touching the arm wrapped around your middle, you turned to find Caleb fast asleep. His breathing was soft, chest brushing your back with each breath he took.
For someone who was known as the Butcher of Skyhaven, he sure did look awfully gentle. Though he was awkward at times and was unable to properly describe his feelings for you, he had no problem showing his love through his actions.
Damn the people of the town who unfairly judged him.
Feeling a dryness in your throat, you could only blame the man behind you who had spent the night breaking in your body, creating an imprint of his size in the apex of your legs. He pulled sounds from you that you didn’t know you were capable of making. Your cheeks burned at the memory of you calling his name as you spilled around his cock. Henceforth, your body would never know the flesh of another man, Caleb had seen to that.
Despite his size and reputation, he had been gentle.
Without waking him, you slipped out from beneath his arm and dressed in the flannel that lay on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. Besides the creaking floorboards, the house was eerily silent as you made your way towards the kitchen.
Grabbing a glass, you filled it with cold water and took small sips. Though you had disassociated, staring blankly at the apple-patterned curtain, you didn’t miss the humming sound coming from behind the door leading to the cellar. The air slipping through the crack in the bottom was especially cool. When the breeze caressed your skin, goosebumps erupted in its wake.
Maybe it was because you hadn’t been in Caleb’s home in the middle of the night before, but the thrumming sound coming from below had caught your attention.
No longer thirsty, you set the cup down onto the counter and pressed your ear against the door. You took a glance behind you, met with nothing but the dimly lit kitchen, and Caleb fast asleep on the floor above.
A part of you knew it was wrong to snoop, but having taken your relationship a step further, you assumed there was no harm in exploring the house you would be frequenting more often. Right?
The metal bolt was loud as you slid it out of place, the scraping sound similar to the one you heard when Caleb sharpened his knives. When you were met with complete darkness, only the first few steps were visible, your fingers fumbled as you looked for the light switch.
The small amount of light it offered was better than nothing, illuminating your way as you proceeded down the stairs. You cringed with every squeak, a sigh of relief escaping you as you finally touched the concrete floor.
Most of the space remained hidden by the shadows, but the humming was louder than ever.
A large rectangular freezer took up most of the space. It was surprisingly clean as it was the only thing not covered in a layer of dust. Opening the lid, you saw finely cut pieces of meat, different types having their own section. Due to his profession, you weren’t surprised by the amount he had stored. If anything, it was rather convenient.
Remembering that there was no bacon or ham in the fridge upstairs, you wandered over to check if he had any stored in the freezer. If so, it would be best to have it thaw while you slept so that you could cook it in the morning for a hearty breakfast. Lord knows Caleb’s stomach was a bottomless pit.
You rummaged through the packaged meat. Pork chops, ribs, venison, and so much more. It wasn’t until you looked through one of the back corners that you found something that stopped you dead in your tracks.
There was no way to muffle the gasp escaping your lips. You couldn’t tell if your hands were shaking from the freezing temperature coming from the icebox or because of the sight of a frosted-over heart encased in a plastic baggie.
Your curiosity got the better of you. The plastic crinkled loudly when you pulled the bag out, wanting a closer look at the piece of meat. You couldn’t ignore the strange feeling that bloomed from within the pit of your stomach. It was almost as if you shouldn’t be seeing the organ face-to-face. You were only meant to see it illustrated in medical diagrams.
It was too big to belong to a bunny or fox, but too little to belong to a deer.
Turning the bag around, you found something written, covered with a layer of frost and condensation. Wiping a damp hand on the flannel shirt you wore, you rubbed away the melting ice. Making out the letters, your stomach dropped.
RAYMOND XANDER
His name was followed by a date, consistent with the day of his disappearance.
Just as you connected the dots, the cellar door slammed shut and the light went out.
Whether frozen from fear or from the cold, you couldn’t move. Though you couldn’t see it, the plastic bag was still in your hand, the grip you had on it being the only thing grounding you to where you stood. The stairs creaked under the weight of the figure waltzing over to you, causing your eyes to be squeezed shut and your lashes to brush the apple of your cheeks from the force.
The other person in the room’s presence could be felt from the moment their bare feet met the cellar ground.
Though you knew screaming would do you no good, you couldn’t hold back the tears that slipped out. You could feel how your lips pursed as you refrained from sobbing, that awful burning lump in your throat begging for release.
A pitiful cry came from deep within your chest when a pair of hands settled onto your waist. They fisted the material of the shirt you wore, a nose nuzzling the back of your head in a twisted caress.
Caleb took in a deep breath, savoring the mixture of you and him lingering on your skin. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he savored your lingering taste on his tongue. Even though he was irritated with he fact that you ignored his request to stay out of the cellar, it wasn’t enough to stop the yearning he had for you, nor the bulge pressed up against your ass.
“Don’t be scared, honey. I could never hurt you.”
His voice was uncannily calm, but you knew better for you could picture the blank expression he wore when irritated. You had to swallow the lump in your throat to speak up, yet you were only able to form one simple word.
“Why?”
As he chuckled, you could feel how his chest vibrated against your back.
“His torment wouldn't let you rest.” He spoke directly into your ear, his breath causing a shiver to run up the length of your spine. “So I killed him and buried him in an unmarked grave, but not before taking his heart. That way, even in death, he’ll never find peace.”
Since i didn’t participate in kinktober, here’s a little something for spooky season. Enjoy mwah
