Day 18: Hate-fucking (billy loomis)
- Fear? — Eric repeats the same question in a provocative tone.
She turns her face in the macabre, dimly lit environment, letting me see her irritated expression.
— It’s going to take half an hour, damn it — He says between his teeth.
Jack barks and tries to go after a doll that walks by us singing a little children’s song that isn’t peaceful.
Eric laughs, but stops when a bloodcurdling scream rings through the room we’re in. More people who entered with us begin to scream and scatter throughout the house, disappearing from our sight.
— You talk about me so much, but you’re also peeing your pants — Briana teases Eric.
— Oh, shut up and walk — He orders, pushing us forward.
When I go to stow my small bag on my shoulder, my eyes lock on the person with a mask and black hoodie staring at me through the countless pieces of glass. My heart accelerates and I look back, seeing him disappear through a door.
— I don’t think we should have come to this shit — I say, still staring at the door where the clown disappeared.
—Are you scared? — Briana laughs, but seems nervous.
— I have a bad feeling… — I say, looking around.
I feel something strange and the masked man intrigued me, even if he was just another attraction.
— Have you seen the place you are in? — Eric is sarcastic, but I see his throat swallow hard.
We move to another room and I scream softly when someone runs their hand through my hair, and when I look back, there’s no one there.
— Someone also touched my arm! — Eric says, looking around.
Jack barks and growls, position ready to attack.
— Relax, they’re just fantasy people… — She stops talking when a faceless, all-black figure advances towards her. Briana does the most unexpected thing in the world. She punches him.
The figure, which appears to be a guy, staggered back a few steps with his hand on his non-existent nose. Jack barks, but at least he doesn’t seem aggressive.
- Cum! — Briana curses, grabbing the hand she used to punch the man.
— Shit, Briana! — Eric says, but he seems to want to laugh — The guy is just working — He walks up to the guy.
Briana rests her hand on her heart looking at her victim with an awkward smile, but I can say for sure that the blood has disappeared from her well-defined face.
Eric laughs, but it stops when zombies start coming through the door Briana is heading towards. She stops in place and starts walking backwards, pulling Jack with her.
— I… I’m afraid of zombies… — Eric whispers next to me, his eyes wide.
When I least expect it, he runs through the other door and Briana follows suit, tugging at the skirt of my dress so I can follow them. Jack tries to stop in place when I see that I haven’t even left mine and barks, as if calling me.
My breath catches when I see a spider crawling up the face of one of the zombies, specifically in its eye. Or what’s left of it. I scream and run in the direction my friends went.
I see Eric running in another direction and when Briana goes to follow him, a woman dressed in white blocks her path, making her go in the opposite direction. As if her neck was broken, she slowly turns it towards me, fixing her eyes on me.
She walks towards me and I look at the door next to me, seeing the zombies coming. Unable to follow my friends, I run in another direction. I clutch my bag against my stomach, fearing it will fall in the process. A man with a knife comes up to me and I widen my eyes, entering the first room I find.
I slam the door, locking it and move away from it a little. Someone turns the doorknob trying to get in, but fails miserably. I sigh, relieved that at this moment I have at least a little peace in the chaotic environment.
That’s what I thought, but chills rise throughout my body and I swallow hard, looking back. Standing just a few meters away from me is the same masked guy who stared at me in the mirror. He takes a step forward and I take another step back.
I turned my back and walked towards the door, grabbing the handle. Just as I’m about to turn it, a hand slams against the old wood, making me jump in fright. My heart is in my mouth, refusing to beat properly again.
He’s after me, and has me right where he’s wanted me this whole time. Alone.
I take my pocket knife out of my bag and slowly turn towards him, raising my eyes to him.
- Who are you? — I ask with a trembling voice, gripping my knife tightly.
The stalker is leaning on the door by his elbows, his arms on either side of my head, trapping me in his cage. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to get out of it.
- What you want? — I insist, ready to kill him if necessary.
The stalker tilts his head to the side, seeming to study me.
— I won’t ask again — I say through gritted teeth — Who. Cum. AND. You? — I ask for the last time.
He takes one of his hands away from the door and carefully, I see his hand go up my neck, his fingers sliding over my skin in a gesture that I almost don’t feel. He grabs my neck, pressing me against the door.
The gesture is so familiar that my heart missed a beat when I recognized it.
— Billy… — His name leaves my lips in a whisper.
For proof of something I feel deep in my bones, I reach for the back of his head, and rip off the mask in a quick motion.
A gasp escapes me as I stare at the messy strands falling into the cruelest icy eyes I’ve ever seen. And they’re staring at me with unparalleled amusement and mischief.
—Are you calmer, love? — He asks in a hoarse voice, looking into my eyes.
I swallow hard, trying by some miracle to get through the door with the strength of my mind. He’s too close for my own good.
— Are you silent now? he asks, stroking my chin with his thumb.
His eyes scan my entire face with a kind of adoration, but there’s also anger in them.
— I told you to leave me alone, you psychopath — I find my voice, moving his hand away from my neck.
Even though my skin misses your touch, I ignore it.
— And I said you only had a few hours to calm down — He says, resting his arms on either side of my head — Tick tock, time up, little monster… — I smiled.
I take a deep breath, clenching the blade.
— I don’t want you anymore, can you understand that in that sick mind of yours? — I touch my own temple — We’re done here, whatever shit we had — I lift my chin.
Billy laughs softly, shaking his head. I just feel the anger slowly grow in my chest, radiating throughout my body.
— Own, I love your naivety — He leans towards me until our noses almost touch — You’ll have to kill me if you want this to end — He slides his nose along my cheek.
— As you wish — I reply, raising the knife towards his neck.
I don’t know if it was anger or an impulsive desire, but I really intend to kill Billy. But he notices it too quickly, managing to dodge in time. But not enough to stop me from cutting your left cheek.
Billy lets go of me, taking a few steps back. He touches his cheek, staring at his blood-stained fingers. Then he lifts his head, letting me see the small cut, about two centimeters long.
I slightly widen my eyes when I see his darken darkly. I move my gaze down when a bulge in Billy’s pants catches my eye. He’s hard?
In response, I clench my thighs as I feel my core throb.
- Congratulations love. You just need to be more accurate — Billy says through his teeth in a dark voice, approaching me with blood running down his cheek.
He makes to grab me, but in one quick movement, I manage to hit his groin with my knee. Billy lets out a grunt, falling to his knees in front of me. I don’t think as I turn to the door and open it.
Before I can pass it, a huge hand grabs my ankle and I turn to Billy. I kick his face with my other foot, making him fall on his side and consequently letting me go.
— If you wanted to play tag, you just said so, love! — I hear Billy scream, and it seems so, so close.
Desperate, I quicken my steps, feeling my heart want to come out of my mouth. It’s like a horror movie and Billy is the ghostface trying to kill me. Following me. He comes without rushing because he knows that at the end of this, he will eat me alive.
I go into a room where there is no one and lock the door.
— Little monster… — Billy knocks on the door — Let me in, okay? You don’t want me to blow and knock it over… — He says between his teeth, then laughing.
— Fuck you, you sicko! — I growl, running towards the other door that will lead me out.
— I bet you’re wet right now… — Billy says, making me stop with my hand on the doorknob — Are you turned on by all this chasing? Is your pussy dripping for me, love? — He asks in a hoarse voice.
I rub my thighs together, denying myself. Refusing to believe that I’m enjoying this. No, I abhor what he’s doing now. Because admitting that his pursuit turns me on is also admitting that I’m just as sick as he is. I ignore how affected I am and open the door, running into the other room. I need to get out of here, I need to find my friends and get out of this damn house.
I walk past her when they grab my hair from behind and pull me back inside, making me scream. I try to hit Billy again, but he grabs my arm and pins it behind my back, turning me to face him.
- Let me go! — I command, trying to pull my arm from his grip.
Billy looks up at me and my breath catches in my throat when I see the cut I made on his cheek and the thin, short trickle of blood escaping his nose. Consequence of my kick.
— Every time you use that knife on me, I get harder — He says, licking his lips while staring at mine.
Yes, I can feel the bulge poking my belly.
— It’s because you’re crazy — I say with disdain, raising my chin in affront.
— Yes, for every detail of yours — He says between his teeth, grabbing my hair with one of his hands again — But damn, I want to kill you now — He growls, squeezing my throat.
I stand on my tiptoes as his grip becomes almost unbearable and I feel my pussy throb. Traitor.
— She calls me sick but she’s rubbing her thighs like a masochistic little bitch just because she’s being hanged — She tilts her head to the side, looking at me.
— I knew you were sick, but not to the point of delirium — I tease with a smile, my voice muffled by his hand on my neck.
— I love your debauchery, but I’m very angry with you, love… — He says — You hurt my dick, but I’m sure it wasn’t because you wanted to, right? — He asks with an affectionate intonation.
— I’m sorry, next time I’ll make sure your heirs aren’t born — I smile disdainfully.
I try to free myself once more, but it seems impossible.
— Next time, they’ll be growing in your belly — Billy smirks, letting go of my hair and running his thumb along the wrist of my neck.
— Kneel — he orders, making me throb.
— I’m going to hate you at the end of all this, Billy — I whisper.
— Lie with your mouth on my dick — Send it.
He squeezes my scalp and I moan, falling to my knees in front of his body. Looking from below, it gets even bigger. It’s like a giant that can crush me at any moment.
He lets go of my hair and takes his own hands to the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and undoing the button. He reaches into his underwear and pulls out his dick. It stands before my lips and I sigh, seeing it harder than ever.
The head is so red and the veins stand out around it. The pre-cum leaks out, sliding through him.
Looking at him in defiance, I place the thick head of his cock in my lips, sucking it. The salty taste of cum explodes on my palate and I go down even further, putting almost half of it in my mouth.
I see Billy throw his head back and groan, but still looking down at me. I narrow my eyes at him the moment I bite down on his dick. He curses, gripping my strands hard enough for me to let go and walk away.
— If you only knew how much this turns me on… — I smiled, sliding the head of his cock past my lips.
The gag reflex kicks in but controls it in time, at the exact second that Billy drags himself out and comes back with a vengeance. Tears well up in my eyes from the lack of air, but I find myself relaxing my jaw and moaning around his cock. My thighs tighten and I try to keep up with his rhythm.
He doesn’t let me reason when, with his hand in my hair, he pulls me up. Billy turns me onto my back and presses my cheek to the cold wall, and I feel his cock between my thighs. He lifts my dress and then I feel a tug and the sound of tearing fabric. My panties.
- What are you doing…? — I ask even though I know the answer.
Billy doesn’t answer me, he just shoves himself inside me and in a quick gesture my eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, my head kicking back and a scream escaping my numb lips.
— Fucking beg — He orders, his hand grabbing my neck.
I smirk slightly, pulling the knife away from his neck and grabbing the back of his head as I lean towards him. My lips brush his as I wrap one of my arms around his shoulders, hugging him.
— Please fuck me. Take me…” I whimper, pulling his lip towards me.
I scream loudly when in one quick movement, Billy thrusts himself inside me without an ounce of gentleness at the same time he bites one of my nipples hard. I should be disgusted by all this violence towards me, but I look more and more ready to explode.
I hate that. I love that.
I scream as the orgasm explodes, taking over my entire body and clouding all my senses. I hear nothing but a thin buzzing sound and see nothing other than the stars twinkling in my field of vision.
I whimpered as my orgasm-sensitive pussy contracted around him. Around your dick that seems to want to tear me in half. He fucks me so hard that I choke and I don’t know where he starts or where I end.
— S-Stop… I can’t take it anymore — I moan, scared by the desire that grew again in my stomach.
Billy’s laugh makes my pussy throb and suck him in, like it’s hungry and only he can finish it.
My body is turned sideways and one of Billy’s hands is on the side of my head, while the other is holding me by the thigh, pulling me against his body. This position allows me to feel his cock from a different angle.
— I…I’m going to cum again — I cry. I’m so sensitive it hurts.
His hips don’t stop and my breathing quickens.
— I-I’m going to… I’m going to pass out — I whisper with a broken voice as my legs shake.
But Billy ignores me, his hips speeding up and his thrusts becoming more animalistic. I cry, shaking my head as I flatten my hand on his broad chest through his sweatshirt.
— Even if you deny it, your body is mine, as is your heart. And no one else can have them, love.
Just when I think he’s going to continue, his whole body goes rigid and he stops abruptly, spilling himself inside me. Hot jets fill me and it’s impossible not to moan and whimper at the sensation.
— You have until tomorrow at 11:59 pm to stop acting like a spoiled brat and start believing in me again. — Speak, giving me a peck.
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