Members: BTS x Reader X Got7 *Mystery for assigned characters*
Genre: Horror, Angst
“Glass house huh? I guess there won’t be anyone casting stones tonight …am i right?” A laugh escaped your lips at your not so funny joke. The crowd of 5 turning around to stare at you with unamused eyes. A large glass house surrounded by a black mass of thick oak trees stood before you, lights already on within the translucent walls. Words written in what could only be thought of as latin adorned each glass panel to each floor and small metal like plates separated each window. The stairs were thin but sturdy, leading up to the lead door with a cog similar to a bank vault on it. You walked up to the front door with a key that had been attached to the original invitation, looking like something out of the 15th century, you pressed forward placing the key in the lock. The key sinking into the lock and wheels on the door slowly turning, the lights on the top floor ignited as the pendulum on the cog began to swing and the door slowly opening behind it. “Three floors for a glass house… they must have thought the higher the floor then their neighbors won’t be able to see them fuck..haha”
“Y/N this isn’t funny. It’s barely even a joke. There’s 5 million dollars on the line here and we all agreed this is either a hoax or we should be worried. Can you please be a little more…oh i don’t know… SERIOUS!” Your best friend reminds you. After receiving an invitation to attend the worlds most haunted house for a night, you had to admit, you were skeptical. All “haunted” houses were always hoax and if by chance they actually turned out to be haunted, nothing ever happened. You quite enjoyed creepy shit to say the least, but this time you were offered a rather large reward if you made it out alive and well… you were going to test this “dangerously deadly” opportunity even if it killed you… *no pun intended* You were allowed to bring five other people of your choosing who will each receive an extra 500,000 for surviving the night, so you brought along your four best friends and your boyfriend of a year.
Taehyung is a brilliant, funny, and handsome young man you had met in the library of your school. Although he admitted to not going to your university, he had friends who had graduated and showed him how to sneak into the library to use our books. He was pre-med and was planning to attend Harvard in the fall. You valued his intelligence almost as much as you valued his good looks and well, maintained manners. You’re not sure why or how you found him but you were glad you did. It was odd though… for someone who was indifferent about scary things, he seemed to be more excited about this then you were. “AH IT’S BEAUTIFUL HUNNY! JUST LOOK AT IT” Tae marveled at the house as he walked up the front steps. “To think after we win this…this could be ours!” He smiled, grabbing your hand. “That wasn’t in the instructions.” You retorted. “It’s in the fine print!” He giggled walking into the living room. You shrugged it off before entering behind him.
Stepping into the house you placed your bags on the floor by the couch and the coffee table. “Lighten up will you! This should be a breeze!” You smile plopping down onto the couch and placing your feet upon the table. “She’s right, this place is pretty sweet but in like every horror movie…. the nice houses often cause the most horrific killings so… let’s lay out some ground rules.” Kenny says, pulling out her notebook and readying herself to write notes. You agree, sitting up properly and being joined by Jenny, Kai, Tae and Leo. Just as you were about to speak, you could hear a swirling sound, as if metal plates were grinding together. “Hey… can you hear that?” Leo asks, getting up and heading for the next room. In the center of the room on the floor stood 13 rings with different cryptic symbols, that seemed to resemble hieroglyphics upon them, while the center rotates. “What the fuck is this!” Jenny yelled from a cross the room.
A book with gold accents and a black leather casing laid still upon a pillar off to the corner. Old aged pages with writing in latin containing the same cryptic language as the floor stood upon the pillar but this time toward the center of the book were illustrations of disturbing depiction. At the bottom of the podium stood a note that read. “Now that you have come to play, make it out alive you must, to claim the treasure and the prize, your lives in our hands you trust. Stay the night, until morning with all our grizzly ghouls and ghost, to hold the gold and behold, the lives you love the most.”
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT MEANS BUT I DON’T THINK WE SHOULD BE HERE” Kenny yelled, before rushing to grab her belongings. “Oh please! They're just trying to scare us!” You laughed, grabbing a pair of the glasses that laid on the table besides the book walking down the hall and down the staircase that was beside the podium.
Taking a few steps into the maze of glass, you found yourself tracing the letters on the walls. “See nothing to be…” A loud hiss sounds emerged from your right side, as you turned towards the glass. “…scared…” Looking to the side and nothing was there to be seen “…of…” As you moved closer to the glass from where the sound came from a loud bang ricochetted off the walls as a bloodied and battered man appeared with a bat continuously banging against the glass. “LET. ME. THE. FUCK. OUT!” He screamed, spitting blood on the glass with every word. His face had been torn to shreds on one side, his chest cavity completely visible, major lacerations to his torso and abdomen and his clothes torn to pieces. He wore a black and red plaid shirt and a leather jacket that had been burned off. “NOWWWW!!!” he growled. You screamed running back up the stairs afraid for your life.
“WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW! THIS ISN’T A FUCKING JOKE”! You grabbed your bag throwing your jacket and shirt into it and putting back on your shoes. Kenny right beside you with bag in hand. Just as she approached the opened sliding glass door with a cog, it slammed shut, the locking mechanisms springing into action. “We’re fucked!” You silently whispered, sliding to the floor and clutching your knees. The book falling right beside you. You noticed the piece of paper that had slid out of the back pages as everyone began to bang on the door and the rotating ring on the floor slowly turned into two rotating rings. “Every hour one of my pets will be released. If you can survive the 13 hours the money is yours. Use the glasses to see my friends up close and personal. And may God be with you…”
“Pets…” you whispered to yourself. Sliding the glasses back on you read the list of pets and in what order they were going to be released. “ The First Born Son, The Torso, The Bounded, The Withered Lover, The Torn Prince, The Angry Prince, The Great Child and the Dire Father, The Pilgrim, The Hammer, The Jackal, The Juggernaut…and there’s one missing…. THERE’S ONE MISSING! WHO TF IS THE 13TH GHOST!” You screamed as everyone fell silent.
“I don’t know wtf is going on but we got bigger things to worry about!” Leo shouted at you. Everyone’s glasses placed on their face as you picked up the pair you had in your hands, placing them on yourself. As blood droplets fell onto the scattered pages of the book,You looked above you, a nasty shiver running down your spine…
-But for now please catch up on the installments we have out!
“I AM NOT AFRAID TO PULL THIS FUCKING TRIGGER. DON’T TRY ME…I will if I have to.”
“You wanna nail me? Then you better get your story straight bitch! Because I aint telling you a goddamn thing.” He smiled. He sat back in his chair, legs spread apart in a comfortable position as he tossed his head back to let out a chuckle. You only had 9 hours left. Maybe there was something you could dig up that would make him talk. Till then, he was just sitting pretty, twirling a daisy between is fingers. “oh trust me…I will.”
Case Closed <- click
The Black Zodiac (based on the movie 13 ghost)
A large glass house surrounded by a large mass of thick oak trees stood before you, lights already on within the translucent walls. Words written in what could only be thought of as latin adorned each glass panel to each floor and small metal like plates separated each window. The stairs were thin but sturdy, leading up to the lead door with a cog similar to a bank vault on it. You walked up to the front door, a key that had been attached to the original invitation, looking like something out of the 15th century, you pressed forward placing the key in the lock. The key sinking in to the lock and wheels on the door slowly turning, the lights on the top floor ignited as the pendulum on the cog began to swing and the door slowly opening behind it. “Three floors for a glass house… they must have thought the higher the floor then their neighbors won’t be able to see them fuck..haha”
Until Dawn (Multi-group Horror Fic)
Welcome to the Redrum Hotel, Once you check In, You can’t check out….
8 groups commandeering a hotel in the middle of no where seemed to be the norm for these kinds of events. A convention for all kinds of K-pop fandoms to partake in festivities, buy merchandise and chat with their favorite artists seemed like a good idea at the time. So naturally when you got the invitation to attend the Annual K-Pop Meet-Up, you were excited. Until you realized your ex, Junior of GOT7, was chosen to be the Group of Honor at this years meet up and you were less then ecstatic to see him. However, you did have your eye on someone else you had met because of him and that was enough to end the relationship.
24 Hours Until Dawn….
When you find yourself stuck in the middle of nowhere with 8 boy groups and a Killer on the loose, There’s bond to be blood…
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Ya’ll don’t know how much I love October and I’ve been out of this writing game for a bit some I’m excited to be back out here with the creepy shit!!!!
When you receive a mysterious invitation to stay overnight at a haunted house for 5 million dollars, you gladly accepted the offer. Except you only thought this was a hoax. Easy money, or so you thought but when run in with multiple and furious ghost cross your path, who will survive the night...?
Drabble Series : Each chapter will be less than 3.5k
Warnings: This story does contain graphic depictions of death, murder, sex and witchcraft. If any of these bother or disturb you in any way i advise you don’t continue to read.
Could I request BTS reacting to their girlfriend having to constantly climb onto the countertops due to her being too short and unable to reach the top cupboards (it's a daily struggle for me XD) THANK YOU!
Suga: YAH! Can you get this for me? You yell as u tried to reach for a can on the top shelf. Yoongi had specifically asked for spicy noodles for dinner and instead of helping he has been sitting on the couch watching his favorite show. You hear no movement from the couch so instead you jump up on to the counter to reach. looking to the side you see yoongi sitting there staring.*watches as you climb on the counter* “Why are you so cute and tiny?”
Jimin: Jumping up and down to try and reach the box of cereal on the top shelf of the cabinet, you made a loud bang hitting your leg on the bottom one. Jimin popped his head in to see you struggling to climb the counter. He stood at the door frame, leaning his right shoulder on it, smiling. “When did you get so small?” he laughed before giving his body a good stretch. “Here Let me get that for you” (A/N even though hes equally cute and smol <3 )
V: Sneaking into the kitchen at 3 am for a snack was you specialty. You tiptoed into the room quietly looking for your chocolates… well technically Tae’s. You had opened every single draw and cabinet in the kitchen except one which you knew only had one lonely top shelf that was always out of your reach. There they were on the top shelf peering down at you begging you to eat them. Losing all self control you jumped on to the counter to reach for them when the light flicked on. Looking back there was Tae standing in the door way. “I knew it was you this whole time jagi! That’s why I put them where you couldn’t reach.”
J-HOPE: You always keep your favorite mug on the bottom shelf in the kitchen for a reason. Being 4′9 is hard work when everything in this world is built for someone 5′5 and taller. Looking for it was no easy feat especially when Hoseok was around. You opened the last cabinet which could only mean it was on the third top shelf. “HOBI!!” You yelled stealing a chair to climb on the countertop. From the couch you could see Hobi laughing to himself before he turns to send you heart hands. “I just couldn’t help myself!”
Rap Mon: He was always taller then you so putting things out of your reach was an ordinary thing for Namjoon. You had constantly asked him not to but that never stopped him. Climbing on to the countertop you grabbed your cup and attempted to climb down before falling onto the floor completely. Namjoon emerged from the room, face full of concern when he found you on the floor rubbing your knee. “How many times am I going to tell you, just ask me for help.”
Jin: The Kitchen was basically jin’s domain. NEVER MESS UP THIS QUEENS DOMAIN! So sneaking into his fortress was one thing, but when you had to climb on the counter to reach the only bowl in the house that jin had not claimed, you had to do it fast. Running into the kitchen you hopped onto the counter in the smoothest motion possible. Just as you reached the bowl you heard a shriek come from the other side of the room. BUSTED! “WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY BEAUTIFUL COUNTER!”
Jungkook: Everyone knows this joker could never help himself when it comes to playing pranks on those smaller than him and you are no exception. Everything from your hairbursh to your shoes, he puts in places he knows its out of reach for you. One morning as you get up to get ready for the day you notice your toothbrush is missing. It doesn’t take you long to figure out it was jungkook and you knew exactly where he would put it. You walked into the kitchen half awake, pulling a chair to climb on to the counter top. As you stood there scratching your butt and looking on the top shelf, you heard a camera shutter go off. You turn to see jungkook laughiing at his phone which now contained a picture of you scratching your but standing on the countertop. He then waved his hand which had your toothbrush in it. “Priceless. Noona you are a mess!”
Hope you liked it. sorry it took FOREVER! I’m hardly ever on here now a days-Jel
Rules: Here is a list of phrases! I want you guys to pick a phrase to write a drabble on, with whom you would like the drabble to be on, and during what season! They can be complex ideas and I will try my best to give you A 3-6 PARAGRAPH drabble on what you choose!! When I find one that I like I will cross out the phrase to leave the rest open for others to choose from!
LET THE 13 DAYS OF DRABBLE BEGIN!!!!!!
1: “The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That’s what I hope to give you forever."
2: “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
3: "All, everything that I understand, I only understand because I love."
4: “The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”
5: “Hate the sin, love the sinner.”
6: “These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.”
7: “Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.”
8: “In time we hate that which we often fear.”
9: “Fuck you for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway?”
10: "And remember, as it was written, to love another person is to see the face of God."
11: “I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.”
12: "The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that."
13: "The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart."
Hi✨ May I please have a selca ship with BTS, Got7, Stray Kids and Fromis_9?
(Idk if you are still doing ships or which groups do you write for, so sorry if I broke some rule 😓)
“Hobi Stop!” you shouted from the opposite side of the dinner table as he continuously flicked at his plate making a horrible scratching sound. He only sighed as he continued to play with the food on his plate. “how many times are we going to do the same routine with no end in sight.” he mumbled before looking directly at you. “I want to be with you officially jagi...no more games! I’m tired of you turning me down but stringing me along anyways. You know i’ve always wanted you...just say yes already!” he insisted before you nodded along with him. “fine....we’re together now. no more games....okay?” he looked up in shock before showing you his small smile dimples and breathlessly giving a small “okay”. He never stopped making the scratches.
Got 7: Bam Bam
”Mark i’m getting real sick of you always hitting bambam!” you yell as you chase mark out of the room and into t he living room. “BAMABM’S GIRLFRIEND IS DEFENDING HIM!” he taunted. “How cute is that” Jaebum chimmed in. “I am not HIS GIRLFRIEND” you yelled back as bamba entered behind you. “you’re not?” he asked kind of coy behind you. “Am i?” you responded. The other two boys remaining in suspense. “I mean you can be...if you wanted to?” he shyly stroked the back of his neck with his left hand looking down at the floor. “i think i would like that” you smiled as the two jerks broke out in laughter.
Stray Kids: Lee Know
“He’s way to far out of my reach!” you told your friend as your crush was rapidly approaching your lunch table. Clearly he was only coming over to speak to the girl across from you since she was a cheerleader and visibly more popular than yourself but you had been friends sine the 3rd grade and nothing in this world was going to change that. But the boy you had a crush on for the last 3 years has been making his way over towards you two and you couldn’t help feel a little bit bitter for your friend. “excuse me _______ do you have a second?” he spoke. You froze, you must be dreaming...he said your name...YOUR NAME. “Huh?” was all you could get out before he was rocking back and forth on his heels shyly. “I mean if you don’t that’s cool too. I was just wondering if you were free tonight? There’s a movie i wanted to go see and well....I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now....so how bout it? wanna go out tonight?”
Fromis_9: Jiwon
*sorry i don’t write for girl groups but I think she’s so pretty and you guys would be adorable as friends or as anything else!!! (not trying to assume sexual orientation but she’s hot af so i would understand if you did swing that way lmao)
“Hoseok I won’t say this again. If you confess now we’ll go easy on you! I Promise! But If you continue to hold out, You’ll force my hand!”
You scream, throwing the file of crime scene photos on to the table next to his restrained hands. Three gruesome pictures of young girls hogged tied and strangled to death. The look in his eyes seemed off, as if his soul had left his body.
After the first 12 hours, he was smiling and cooperative. He would give small spurts of giggles when a question that sounded a little odd was presented. He genuinely seemed like a sweet guy. His physical description seemed to fit that of the assailant people had been describing and he did work in a flower shop where a rare breed of lavender that was planted on the victim was available. That store seemed to be the only place to sell it in the city. We questioned everyone. Continuously asking for who may have purchased the flowers, he seemed as if he couldn’t have done something as grotesque as these crimes. But when asked about a crime that happened in his hometown, just 10 years ago, he froze. It was as if his soul had been sucked out of his body but the reaper himself, as he mouthed her name repeatedly.
“Leena….Leena… Leena…” He continued to repeat. The life slowly draining from his eyes, as they were replaced by a dark ora, creeping into his dilated pupils.
“Hoseok?” You call to him but he seems to be in his own little world. He was scratching his arms, rubbing his thumbs in circular formations on his biceps, repeating her name. “WHO IS LEENA!” You yell. Throwing the papers on to the table in a loud clap, he froze. His dark eyes trained on you. “WHO THE FUCK CARES!” His voice breaking you from your cold demeanor, making you stumble back a bit. You hadn’t expected this side of Hoseok, since he was so sweet and cooperative before. But this was someone else and you weren’t sure who you were talking to anymore.
The shackles on his hands rattled as he guided his hands up and down his arms in a soothing motion. “You have nothing, own nothing, are nothing to me. Must you have me chained like a fucking animal? You’re not scared of me yet…But you should be.” His voice was deeper then before and you were beginning to get the idea that this was no longer the sweet boy that worked in a flower shop.
Killer’s POV
We met at the shop. Oh how her luxurious blond hair glows in the sunlight, looks like a golden river flowing peacefully down her back. Rapunzel would have a run for her money with this one. She has a radiance to her, a kind of happiness that people would….kill for. She’s stopped here twice within the last few days asking people for their names and for some odd reason, just to buy lilacs. She must really love lavender scented things.
Perhaps she would like one that we gathered from the west. We had it sent in especially for someone but I think it would better suit some one of her beauty. Her green eyes playfully dance in my direction multiple times before we lock eyes and shy away like two bashful children. Perhaps she would like to play with me, become part of my collection.
I grabbed the Angel White lilacs from the vase and take my leave towards her. She looked so please to see me, I could feel it from across the room. So much love coursing in her veins, it was almost hard for me to want her for my collection but still I press forward to her.
“Hello, do you need help with something?” I asked. Trying to be as warm as she was. “No just looking around. I just moved into the neighborhood. I love flowers so i visit all the flower shops. I think it’s important to get to know my neighborhood and the people in it, You know? My name is Kristy…and yours?” She reached out her hand towards mine. I wanted to pull her into an embrace so passionately but i refrained. only shaking her hand briefly.
“ My name is… Well that doesn’t really matter right now. It’s whatever you want it to be beautiful.” I laughed at my own joke awkwardly. “Then I’ll call you… Angel. Like my favorite flower.” Her smile was blinding. “Um.. Would you like these? These kind of remind me of you. I think they fit you rather nicely.” Smiling, I handed her the Lilac flowers. She was in awe. Her smile had such a glow, is radiated warmth within the store. “Thank you so much! THESE ARE THE EXACT FLOWER I JUST MENTIONED… how’d you know?” Her voice was so soft and angelic, I could listen to it all day.
“I guess I could just tell…A few friends of mine are getting together tonight… At the bridge. I was wondering, if maybe… you weren’t to busy later… maybe…You would want to go with me?” I stuttered. I wonder if she noticed. “Oh… Well I have some homework to attend to…but should I get it done early. I would love to.”
She accepted the bait. How foolish she was. A beautiful girl like this, I would think she would ask more questions, but than again, Romance always seems to tickle a woman’s fancy. We exchanged one of my many numbers and just like that…she was gone. I had a lot of preparation I must attend to…for the events that will transpire later will be…spectacular.
11:36 pm The Bridge.
I waited, quietly twisting the Lavender in my black leather gloves. The sun had set and She had confirmed she would be on her way to see little ol’ me. I must say this was probably going to be my favorite event of the year. Today was the day of the Lanterns. Where the people of the city came to the bridge to release hundreds of lanterns with hopes, prayers, and dreams for the living and the dead. But what better way to go then to be looking at the lights as they float between this world and the next. Ahh.. just the thought of it… Makes my heart flutter in ways I’ve never felt before.
“Ummm excuse me?” Her sweet voice rang out from behind me. I laughed. She was so naive to come, but even more to come alone. “Hello my sweet, are you ready for the lights?” I smiled as she took a seat next to me. “Sounds so romantic. Where are all of your friends?” she smiled, letting the cold water on the shore brush against her feet. She didn’t seem bothered by it at all. “Ahh those guys. They seemed to have left me for recreational festivities. It looks like you’ll be stuck with me for the night. That isn’t a problem is it?” I asked out of sheer concern but then again, I knew what was coming next for her. “Of course not. I would have preferred it this way anyways.” her laugh graced my ears. The sweet sound of her voice. I want it! I NEED IT.
i giggled intently, scratching at the back of my neck. “Did you not invite anyone? Do your parents know where you are?” I needed to know what exactly were her last steps, last people she contacted. I had to make sure. “I live alone. Study most of the time. I don’t really go out much and my family isn’t from this part of town. It’s just me. I’ve never seen the lights before. My mom use to tell me stories before she died. I use to dream of seeing them up close.” She gave me a reassuring nod before swiping the hair out of her face and behind her ear. The sadness in her eyes… was mesmerizing. “Well at least you have me tonight. We should get a better look before the lights go. I hope it is everything you’ve dreamed of.” I got up and she wasn’t to far behind. She gave me a peck on the cheek before taking a few steps in front of me walking towards the bridge.
Now was the perfect time. Reaching out I covered her mouth with one hand, a rag of chloroform in my palm, pulling her into my chest, she looked at me. Eyes full of terror and regret. She pulled at my arms frantically, trying to tug away from my pry on her throat. “Scream for me my sweet.” I laughed as her eyes began to flutter, her body going limp in my arms. The lanterns were released and the lights began to fill the dark sky. The reflections beaming against the water. Her breathing became sporadic, she was heaving, pulling at my hands as best as she could. Pulled closely to my chest, I rested my head upon hers, rocking her gently. “My love you have been chosen, with a voice like an angel and a smile of gold, you are a memory of which I will hold, for the lights in the sky, resonate deep in my heart, a beauty like yours will remain, till death do we part.” Her arms dropped and her eyes fluttered one last time before she was completely inert. “I’m sure you enjoyed the lights. They were beautiful weren’t they my sweet?” I asked petting her head before laying her down beneath my feet. “Till death do us part, My beautiful Leena…”
9.5 Hours till stature of limitation
“TELL ME THE TRUTH HOSEOK!” You couldn’t hold your composure any longer. You straddled his waist gripping his face between your palms. He had been staring at the floor for the past 20 minutes. You were beginning to loose it when you thought of using your sex appeal to possibly get him to react. He looked you in your eyes, lowering his guard ever so slightly. He seemed shocked that you would go to such lengths to get a confession out of him, but then again others have used worse methods to coheres a confession.
He was face to face with you, hand pressed against his chest still in shackles. “I can’t help you if you don’t help me. I want to help you…but without that confession… My hands are tied.” You tried to soften your voice to make it more believable that you were here to help not to fight him.
“Well mine aren’t.” he smiled. Showing you his hands that had been set free. He had spent the last 20 minutes of staring at the floor as a distraction to pick the locks on his chains. You jumped, startled you rushed to get off of his lap but he gripped your face, pulling you into a passionate kiss and pressing your back against the table. Shocked by his sudden actions you stood frozen, allowing his hands to explore your body. Reaching for your gun in your hip holster, he placed his hand on yours. Both gripping at the gun, he bit your neck harshly, causing you to jump.
“Ah ah ah not so fast _______, I know you. Better than you think. You’re from Busan, a small time fisher’s daughter, you went to all the right schools, got all the good grades you could. Failed your ASCT tests more then 4 times. Now you’re working as a small time detective because the FBI didn’t want you. Not married, No boyfriend or children, You have a dog, a shiba, Charlie. He's 3. You live alone, no family and possibly one friend. I know all about you my sweet. I know everything.” His laugh was low, almost purr like in your ear. He slipped his fingers of his free hand down your neck, gracing your chest to your waist and past the button of your black pants. Gripping your seamless panties and rubbing circles above your entrance, his breathing became grunts in your ears. You froze, you didn’t want to admit it but you were terrified. How could he have known all of this about you. Had he been watching you for longer than you knew about him?
“I had always been two steps ahead of you. I must admit, I’ve always wanted to be this close to you. Inside of you… This wasn’t the right moment I had waited for but it will do. I just want to taste you. Just once.” He whispered into your ear as he pushed his fingers past your folds and into you. You clenched the gun harder and so did he. He pumped his fingers inside of you a few times before pulling them out, slowly bringing the two digits close to his lips and into his mouth.
“Mmmmmm Just what i had imagined. You taste wonderful darling…” His smile was sinister. “You are one… sick… bastard.” You pulled back, rolling over the table, out of his grip and drawing your gun. You pointed it straight at him, the sights set for between his eyes. “You don’t look like you’re in the right state of mind to be wielding that weapon _______, you should put it down and let me finish what you started.”
“WHAT I STARTED?!” You yelled, breathing labored. “No one told you to straddle me. Did you really think you would get me to confess with that method? sweetie….Nice try…” He was gloating beyond any suspect you had ever interrogated. You were bothered. somewhere stuck between fear and feeling a small sense of sexual frustration between the two of you. He was a criminal, a killer, and he used his charming looks to his advantage.
“I AM NOT AFRAID TO PULL THIS FUCKING TRIGGER. DON’T TRY ME…I will if I have to.”
“You wanna nail me? Then you better get your story straight bitch! Because I aint telling you a goddamn thing.” He smiled.
He sat back in his chair, legs spread apart in a comfortable position as he tossed his head back to let out a chuckle. You only had 9 hours left. Maybe there was something you could dig up that would make him talk. Till then, he was just sitting pretty, twirling a daisy between is fingers. “oh trust me…I will.”
