time for day 2 of Frisky February!! i’ve chosen danny for this one and it’s before the entity’s realm!
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
@slashthedice
Day 2 - Choking, Ghostface (Frisky February)
You met Jed in a restaurant after you’d been stood up by your online date. Of course, he couldn’t help himself seeing a pretty girl looking so forlorn. He just had to come over and speak to you, find out more about you, and that’s when his obsession with you began. You were so intriguing to him, the way that you thought the worst of the world and everyone in it. He wanted to know who had hurt you so badly in the past, so he could kill them. His charming self managed to persuade you to have a few drinks with him, and from then on you met up regularly, exchanging a few texts here and there. Obviously, he was stalking you the whole time, taking pictures.
Today, you were at his house where he was cooking dinner for the both of you. Whilst he was in the kitchen, you decided to go snooping around his house. He hadn’t told you much about himself and you wanted to find out more before going any further with him. But what you stumbled across made you wish you’d never bothered looking.
In one of his drawers, you found all the twisted pictures of the murders Ghostface had committed. As he is a journalist, your first thought was that he probably kept them for... research or something. Then you found the mask, the eerie, creepy mask staring at you in his wardrobe. And a picture of yourself attached to it.
“You found it then” You heard Jed say from behind you. Spinning round on your feet, you gripped the mask in your fingers, visibly shaking. You gulped, dropping the picture of yourself to the floor.
“Ghostface” You whispered. He smirked at you, taking a few steps closer making you stumble backwards.
“That’s me. But I prefer Danny” He folded his arms and came to a stop. You frowned to yourself, why was this evidence so easy to find? Surely as a killer you’d hide it much better than he did. Unless...
“Y-you wanted me to find this” Bile was rising in your throat.
“Clever girl” He rasped and ripped his mask from your shaking hands.
“Why?” You cried out. Your eyes frantically searched for an escape route.
“I wanted you to be scared of me. It turns me on” He winked. Your chest heaved, quickly moving up and down as you thought about what to do. You attempted to run, but his arm effortlessly wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him.
“Please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone what I know” You begged. It was the only thing you could do to try and save yourself.
“You think I’m stupid? I know you’d run straight to the police” He chuckled. He moved a strand of hair off your face and pushed it behind your ear. You hated that his touch still felt so good to you. Before you knew what you was doing, your knee quickly jerked up, hitting him in the balls.
This was your opportunity to escape. He doubled over, holding his crotch as you pushed past him, running out of his bedroom and towards the stairs. You felt a hand grab the back of your neck and pull you backwards. You broke down into tears when you felt the hard chest of Ghostface behind you. You were going to die.
You were now up against the wall, Jed’s hand - you should actually say Danny’s - wrapped around your throat. His mask was now on and over his face, but you could feel his physical anger. His hand tightened around your throat, squeezing hard, your vision going blurry almost immediately. Stars clouded your vision, a blackness seeping in. You scratched and pulled at his hand to try and get him to remove it but to no avail. At least you wouldn’t die by his knife.
“You won’t get away from me” He growled and continued squeezing. Your eyelids started to flutter, the darkness taking over your vision completely. Just as you were about to pass out, Danny released his grip and allowed you some air. Your pained lungs struggled to get air into them as you gasped and coughed.
“Just kill me” You said between breaths. He shook his head.
“I’ll let you live if you do a little something for me” He trailed his finger down the side of your face, the other still wrapped lightly around your now sensitive neck.
“What?” You asked. Whatever it was, you wasn’t going to do it.
“Fuck me” He slid the mask on top of his head so you could see his face again. His eyes were almost black.
“No!” You exclaimed. “That’s disgusting!” His grip tightened on your neck. Stars appearing even quicker this time.
“It was going to happen tonight anyway, so what’s the difference?” He grinned at you.
“The difference is you’re a murderer!” You tried to shout but it came out as strangled words.
“I still make you wet though, don’t I?” He smirked and popped the button of your jeans with his free hand. He still kept a strong grip around your neck, you holding his wrist and tugging.
“No” You croaked, losing almost all of your oxygen. He pulled your jeans down far enough for him to spread your legs a little and give him better access. His finger dipped into your entrance before holding it up between you, it was glistening.
“I think someone’s lying” He cackled.
“I don’t want you” You managed to say just as he loosened his grip, allowing you a few short breaths before returning to his vice grip.
“Hm, if you say so” He pushed two fingers into you, making you shudder. He smirked at your reaction to the intrusion of his fingers. You refused to moan, to let him see how good he was making you feel.
“I can’t breathe” You scratched hard at his hand and dug your nails in but he didn’t even flinch.
“Say I make you feel good and that you’ll fuck me, then I’ll let you breathe” He continued to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit. You would be lying if you told him different to what he asked, you wanted him badly. And if this allowed you to live then it’s not so bad, is it? He loosened his grip as your eyes met his, he knew what you’d decided.
“I-i want you to fuck me” You whispered. He raised an eyebrow. “And you make me feel good” You choked out, a moan shortly following suit.
“Let’s get started” He smirked and took his hand from your neck and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to his bedroom.
You never left that house since that night. You were stupid to think Danny hadn’t already planned it, he knew you weren’t leaving once you entered. You were his.
