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"such a good pornstar for daddy" to "such good rapebait for dad" pipeline
Slasher! Choso ♡
MDNI - - - POTENTIAL DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT !
You're running. All you can think about right now is running.
Theres nothing left of your previous life now, all that's left now is gore, entrails of your loved ones, and the sickening squelch of blood beneath your feet. You have no idea who even did this, all you know is that the house party you came to attend a couple hours ago was infiltrated by someone, something, and now your life is probably over as soon as it finds you, next.
The forest floor is unkind to you, you have no idea how many bruises and cuts you probably have on you now, your white dress decorated in lace and glitter is probably shredded. You threw off your heels a couple yards ago now, and you're starting to regret it, even if you might've broken your foot trying to run in 3 inch heels. The thick brush and leaves scrape your face as you continue running through the forest you're trapped in, caged in the jaws of an unknown force that you're sure will crush you as soon as it sinks its teeth into your tender flesh. You feel hopeless, but maybe by at least trying to fight, you can have the assurance that you tried, even if it was all pointless.
It's sickening really, how wrong you really are. Choso never had any intention of harming you - well, not in a permanent sense, at least. Choso wasn't invited to this party of course, they just happened to all be at the wrong location, at the wrong time. Choso has lived in these woods for about 5 years now, and has always lived off of the thrill of bloodshed and carnage. The screams, the draining of life as they look at him for their final moments, and the sickening crunch of his axe into their limbs, it all felt so real and exhilaratingly poetic to Choso. Life was cruel to him, so in turn, he believed that gave him the special right to take it as he felt necessary or even just desired. As Choso stalked through the thick pine leaves and brush of the forest, covered in thick red blood, he couldn't have felt more alive than in that very moment setting his eyes on you first at that little house party that was crudely disrupting his privacy and peace in his forest. You, the soft little thing that reminded him of a dove, your hair and makeup done up in a beautifully seductive manner, your delicate little laugh and silly mannerisms, the way that you shined so beautifully with tears and mascara streaming down your horrified face...oh, Choso liked you.
He really, really liked you.
Perhaps that was a worse fate than getting mauled by his axe like the others.
He wanted to keep you, and by God, nothing would prevent that anymore.
After all, you're in his forest.
Theres no way you'll get out, not at least without him finding you first. He's never been so horny, so desperate in his entire life. Sure, he's had urges, but he never felt the need to act on them. Instead of acting on them, he always just killed instead. That always felt the same, at least he thought that, until he met you. Chasing you down in his forest has made him feel so, so hard and needy, sweating profusely, and so desperate to get his hands on your soft beautiful body and claim you as his treat after another successful culling of people within his forest.
You've been hiding for the past hour behind a large group of shrubbery. You're so exhausted, the running and tripping has worn your body and soul completely out. It hurts, everything on your body hurts. You're pretty sure your ankle is swollen, possibly sprained, but who even cares at this point. You know you're dead, it's only a matter of time before he finds you. You just hope he does it quickly-
You hear it before you see it.
Eager, heavy footsteps. Twigs beneath his feet snapping. The soft trilling of the birds above you have come to a sudden, frightening stop.
His big, heavy boots are seen not even 10 feet in front of you. Fuck, he's here. He's here to torture you, chop you into pieces, it's going to hurt so bad-
His voice. It's so deep and makes you feel your head rattle, but it's so...gentle. So soft sounding.
"Come out, please my dove. "
You must be so cold and scared, aren't you?"
"I know where you are. Please don't make me drag you out."
"I don't want to hurt you."
There's no way this guy had no intention of hurting you. You literally witnessed him brutally axe murder your friends at this house party, and he's trying to tell you he has no intention of harming you? Bullshit.
You sweat. He says he knows where you are. Maybe that's a bluff? He hasn't looked directly at your hiding spot, so maybe there's a chance..?
"You know, before I found you tonight, I had the thought in my head that love didn't really exist. That it was a fabrication, a lie."
He's started talking again. That voice....
"But once I laid my eyes on you, the world just stopped. It felt like those cliche romance movies I used to watch with my brothers, years ago."
His back is turned to you, so you take a moment to peek out at him from a hole in your shrubbery. He's so tall, probably around 6"4...his hair is dark, around shoulder length, and he's wearing a thick and soft looking black and purple flannel with dark black jeans with a belt loop holding his axe. His build is very impressive, he's stocky and lean at the same time, such big muscles and those broad shoulders...if he wasn't a mass murderer, you might consider being flustered by him, but that doesn't matter now. His head turns to you, suddenly.
You two lock eyes for probably 2 seconds.
Fuck, you need to run. It's over. He sees you. Like a frightened rabbit, you freeze for a moment, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel like you can't even swallow. He smiles, suddenly, then begins speaking once more.
"I knew as soon as I saw you, you were mine, my dove. I can take care of you. You have nothing to fear anymore."
You stand up to run, you have to escape. You have to run. There's no way you can physically counter him, he's twice your size. Bracing yourself, you begin trying to sprint away. God, your ankle feels like it's on fire. It hurts so bad, everything hurts really.
Suddenly, all of the air is completely knocked out of your lungs as you embrace the coarse dirt below you, and you for a moment sputter and struggle to breathe.
You feel a massive pair of pale arms encased around you, squeezing like a python with a rat within its grip. It's over. He's caught you. Maybe he'll have a little mercy and just strangle you instead of chopping you into pieces-
He breathes deep into the crook of your neck, sighing. You can feel his teeth, smiling broad, pressing into your neck. His breath tickles your neck, and you feel like you can't breathe at all. You've never felt so afraid in your entire life. Is this what death feels like? You haven't even died yet, and you already feel so lifeless.
Suddenly, his hands encase your face gently, like a man holding a porcelain cup within his hands. His arms are still tightly wrapped around your entire body like a snake. You feel his entire body on top of you, and it's so warm. For such a cold blooded killer, his presence and body feels so...comforting. Suddenly, he speaks again, and his voice feels even more like a rattle to your skull now that he's so close.
"You're...you're so soft...haah..."
He sounds out of breath, which is ironic considering your situation. His long, pale fingers stroke your face in such a gentle manor, as his fingers slowly trace around to touch your face, detail by detail. His hands trail down to touch your neck, tracing gentle shapes into your skin as he speaks again.
"I love you. I love you so much, my dove. Please let me love you. Let me take you as my own. You need me like I need you. I just need to show you that."
He then presses gentle, soft kisses against the skin exposed to him from behind you, his breath tickling your neck as he sighs again, and borderline huffs your skin and scent between the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
You suddenly feel the bravery to speak back, for the first time.
"You..y-you don't even know who I am, h-how can you say you love me?" God, your voice sounds like you haven't spoken in weeks. It's so gravely and strained, you begin to wonder if he even heard you, until he replies once more.
"I do love you. I have full confidence in that. I knew as soon as I saw you that you were going to be my bride, mine to love and protect."
He stops for a moment to trace your face again, before continuing.
"I know what you probably think of me, and I don't blame you for that. But please, please give me a chance to show you that I would never harm you. I know how cruel this world is, I want to keep you protected from that, my dove. Those people that I've killed...I know I'm a killer. A murderer, actually. But," he stops for a moment to kiss your skin oncemore. "I know that you're different from all of the rest. My instinct never lies."
He then turns your body gently to face him for the first time, and you begin to take in his features. His pupils are so dialated, you can't tell if his eyes are actually brown or just completely black. He has a strange, thick black line across his nose bridge, and eyebags so heavy you wonder if he's ever slept longer than two hours. Suddenly, he grabs your face and leads you into a hasty, yet passionate kiss. He immediately groans and you don't even have time to react before he pulls away, face red and flushed as he looks deep into your eyes.
"That..that was my first kiss.." He reaches up to trace your lips again, his thumb pulling your lower lip down as he trails his hand further down your neck. He looks erotic in this moment, honestly. You don't really know if you should be scared anymore, the adrenaline making you feel like you probably should, after his love speech along with that kiss, maybe he's not so dangerous..well to you, at least. His hand encases yours, dwarfing it entirely as he leads it to touch his chest right where his heart lies.
His heart is beating so rapidly you wonder if he's having some kind of reaction to something serious. You'd think he was the one in danger by how hard it's beating, but you both know who the true danger is at this moment.
"Do you...do you feel that? I've never felt this before. I questioned whether or not I had one for a while, up until this moment." He bites his lip, sharp canines peeking over his lip as he locks eyes with you and leads his hand lower, and lower...
Oh..oh...
..You can feel his bulge pulsing against your hand immediately at the contact through his black jeans. He gasps, manipulating your hand to press a little harder.
"That's...that's my..um.." He's suddenly shy, almost, face heating up even more as if he's not the one who initiated you touching his dick print through his pants. Wow, he's actually kind of...cute like this? Your hand is still resting on his dick before he groans again and leads up to kiss you again, pinning your soft gentle body against the ground as he furthers his kissing, quickly getting more and more desperate. You can tell he's never kissed anyone before, as he gets sloppier and sloppier the more he gets worked up.
Fuck it, you decide, if you're going to possibly die by tomorrow morning, you might as well have a little fun with the killer in front of you that's never felt the touch of a woman before. You begin to hesitantly kiss back, and as soon as you do, Choso notices and gets even more passionate. You slowly open your mouth, probing him to open his up as well. He's confused at first, but as soon as he complies, you slip your tongue in and he moans at the contact. As you intertwine your tongue with his, he starts to get the idea and begins to take initiative as he palms your body, groaning and drooling into your mouth at a concerning degree. As he parts his lips from yours finally, face flushed and a trail of saliva between your lips and his own, the look in his eyes makes you begin to rethink your decision. The way his stare is currently boring into you makes you feel like a rabbit within the hungry jaws of a wolf, with no way out apart from complete destruction of what you once were.
It's too bad that you didn't realize giving Choso even the slightest way into the door would seal your fate indefinitely. Now that you've given the wolf a taste, he won't stop until there's nothing more to consume.
Oh, you poor dove.
Part 2 for this should be out by Tuesday!!👀 Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list, I'm also currently trying to finish the Bully Satosugu part 2 (hopefully out by Monday night) so please bear with me my babies!!! I'm so happy to be back!! ˃͈◡˂͈
about me
i'm journeying back into my submission! i was too dominant for too long and lost my subby side until very recently<3
dumb bimbo sluts like me cum so fast n easy :( not even five minutes and i'm already shaking around cock :(
i'm so high i think i deserve to be raped bc i'm pretty
if he truly loved you, he'd rape you and threaten your life :/
can i rub my face all over your bulge or do u hate me :/
good christian girl in the sense that i won't freak out and accuse a pastor of inappropriate behaviour unbefitting of a man of god when he tells me to get down on my knees and worship at the altar of his manhood
who am i to question a man of righteousness? a man so clearly chosen by the Lord Himself to spread His word?