Michael has stalked you everyday for two weeks. standing in the darkness as he watched you undress in your room, standing in the hall as you showered, he knew no limitations when he stalked her. so small and fragile, she was prey that he would usually murder instantly but she strunk a feeling in his gut that he can't get rid of and it made him angry. his bloodied hands gripped the handle of his butcher knife as blood dripped to the floor. slowly he started to creep down the hallway and to the bathroom, looking silently around the room and then back at her. the woman was scrubbing herself as she sung. her singing run his ears though her voice was soft and it only made him snap.
Myers laid his knife on the bathroom counter that was in front of a large mirror, CLINK. the noise caught her attention by by the time she had turned to look myers was busting through her glass shower with his hand instantly gripping her throat, pushing her against the wall. his head tilting to the side as she trembled in his hand. light as a feather, he lifted her from the ground before throwing her out of the shower. landing on the ground. he stepped out of the shower, leaning down slightly to miss the metal that once held the glass he broke through.
as she got up to run towards the door, he lunged at the door before she could reach. breathing heavily in his mask, sounding like a hungry predator. slamming the door, he locked it behind him as he slowly approached her but he stopped in front of the mirror before his cold eyes shifted to the mirror. staring for a few moment before giving her his full attention. Myers continued to slowly approach her, grabbing her by the arm with a powerful grip that might just leave a bruise knowing how delicate her frame is.
he threw her into the side of the sink, approaching from behind with his hands gripping her hips to admire his prey before devoured her innocence in one night. her beauty gave him goosebumps, feeling such a thing made him only grip her more aggressively. leaning into her body, his smell of dirt and blood got all over the clean girl that was beneath his body. his hands traveled up her sides and to her breasts that was smaller than his hands, between his fingers he would pinch her nipples just to hear her whine.
he watched her face in the mirror, his eyes piercing into her as she whimpered and groaned. Myers could feel heat on his knee from her privates that wetted his coveralls, a gross twist in his mind was fed. holding her down with one hand, with the other he would unzip his coveralls to reveal his butch body that was scarred up from bullets and melee attacks that he survived. his breathing deepened with excitement to see her dripping all over herself, she was a mess.
pulling down his boxers just enough for his large length to hang. her privates were so pretty, he wanted to take a minute to look down and admire her before destroying her insides. soon, his full length could be felt being crammed into her walls that was tight and hard to get in. he grunted softly, avoiding looking into the mirror so he could collect himself because he did not expect her to be so small or maybe because it was his.. first time.
thrusting aggressively, he would growl as he grabbed her hair to roll it in his fist just to yank her head up so he could watch her pretty little messed up face get flustered as he pounded her so roughly that she couldn't catch her breath or talk without drool rolling down her lips. loud claps filled the room from him pounding his waist into her butt. soon his fingers would clean her drool before sticking his fingers into her mouth, her mouth was so warm on his cold fingers.
everything about her made him so primal. stop. with her head still lifted to force her to watch him pound her senselessly, his head remained drooped until he finally stared up into her doe eyes with his cold predator eyes.
IM LITERALLY SO FUCKING NERVOUS. ITS LOWKEY RUSHED AT THE END BECAUSE ITS 4AM I NEED SLEEP SO IF Y'ALL WANT A PART TWO I CAN DO THAT.. IM SORRY IF THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU EXPECTED I REALLY DID TRY THO
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The masked gaze seemed to follow you everywhere since day one, the moment you moved into the infamous Myers house of Haddonfield. You’ve heard stories and even considered he’d be living in the house still but it was empty and cold, not livable for any sane person.
It never leaves you alone. Leaving for work, his shadow can be felt lingering somewhere behind you. There’s no doubt that The Shape knows where you work, where your family lives, it knows your life like the back of his often bloodied knife, his signature weapon to take lives with no shame.
The Shape preferred to stalk you during the day for a while. The fearful and paranoid energy coming from you fed him nice and full yet he always craved more. Soon he began stalking at night, hiding himself at the perfect moments only to show a glimpse of himself before walking away into a void you never dared to enter. A white mask is all you remember.
Michael had stalked her for weeks, she was unknowning of this until she was showering and heard a creak in the wooden floors. a gasp, she lived alone. who was there? she saw a tall blurred out figure behind the smokey milked glass of her showers. her mind was crooked, her fantasy. was it coming true? her eyes batted from him to turn off her shower but before she could turn off the shower, he busted through the glass and grabbed her by the throat therefore slamming her against the wall. with Myers being so much taller, he had lifted her off the ground. hearing a soft groan from underneath his mask. the shower was still running, soaking him as he just held her there, his digits tightening around her throat.
he was satisfied with what he was seeing, that might’ve saved her life. before she could gasp for air he had thrown her over his shoulder, his hand roughly gripping her waist so she couldn’t escape. this is a lot more scarier than she thought it was be. he is intimidating and silent. before she knew it, she was in her bedroom and with the door being shut and locked, she was thrown on her own bed. he truly did stalk her and knew where her bedroom was.
the sound of heavy and wet clothing could be heard dropping in the floor, he was hung. not the size she is use to receiving which was kinda scary. She couldn’t protest, something about him was too demanding and scary. before she knew it, he was ontop of her. smelling like sweat from a hard days work. nothing too overpowering for her nostrils at least. her eyes batted up to his mask, he towered so far over her and her body seemed hungry.
his large hand covered over her mouth as his other guides his member to her vagina, it didn’t take long for this hungry beast to find her tight hole. she had whined into his dirty hand as her fingers grabbed his large wrists, her digits not even wrapping around his wrist.
before she could whine some more, he had forced his whole length into her. breaking the wall to her womb. her eyes shut as she moaned loudly into his hand, causing him to press down on her mouth and pulling her head to the side so he could bury his face into her neck. than she could hear his breathing and it was steady for now. all she could feel was his aggressive pulsing member and his veins against her walls as he kept a steady thrust into her tight hole. his other free hand was used to force her legs above his shoulders, so he could go deeper inside of her.
heavy breathing and groans could be heard from inside of his mask, causing her to moan. it was so contagious and he had felt so good, and him muffling her screams into his large hand. his tip had broken through to her womb, with how deep and aggressive he was she couldn’t help but moan uncontrollably and scream.
“hush.” Michael said with a low and growling tone.
she got tired of waiting , days upon days he had stalked her outside her house . holding his butcher knife and she waited to wake up to cold steel against her warm skin but wakes up disappointed . so she grabs a butcher knife of her own and walks outside right before dark , where he usually stands and holds him at knife point . DEMANDING he walks into her house before she slits his throat , once he so kindly obliged to walking inside her house , she would use the sharp knife to cut his clothes , accordingly so she has easier access .
but it had seemed that she wasn’t the only one enjoying herself . or maybe he was scared ? do serial killers even feel anything ? no matter to her cause she had seen him peeking at her every night , even when she was undressed . He had teased her with his appearance every night , making her hungry for his touch that he never gave , but tonight . . . she is taking it from it .
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