Ghost x fem!reader, slasher!ghost, victim!reader, betrayal, gore, noncon, mindbreak/Stockholm Syndrome?, murder, reader lives (others don't), implied cannibalism at the end, dead dove: do not eat, 4K words longfic
HAPPY HALLOWEEN MONTH 💀
“They left me!” Your breath steams in the cool air. Dirt is ground into your knees, your palms. You can't breathe. “They left me!” The tail lights are already pinpricks to your watery eyes, bouncing wildly as the van careens over the dirt road.
There's a crunch as the masked man- the stalker, the killer- comes up behind you. He's breathing easily despite the hellbent chase you and your- friends- had put him through.
You look up at him. “They left me,” you repeat, the only thing you can say.
You feel awful and numb all together, a nauseous mix that rolls in your belly. It started at the campground, around a fire where there were too many sidelong glances and giggles to fully ignore, and hit its peak when Jenny had gripped your arm as you ran beside her and yanked, sending you tumbling to your knees in the leaf litter, as she and Amber and Josie all looked back and then turned away, running to the van and climbing in and leaving you, leaving you, leaving you-
A big hand wraps around your arm, lifts you up easily even as your knees try to buckle. The skull mask gleams in the dim moonlight. He doesn't say anything, just pulls you along, stumbling after him. His hand is in the same place Jenny's was, you think, and bite down on your tongue to try and hold back your weeping. You hope he kills you quickly.
He drops your arm inside the cabin, leaving you to slump on the old sagging couch. Your heartbeat calms but you still feel shaky and dizzy and bad. The tears have slowed at least, and you wipe your eyes with your sleeves.
“I was military,” the man says, apropos of nothing, as he combs through the cabinets in the little kitchenette. He makes a pleased noise when he finds a box of tea. “Cuppa?” He says, raising it in your direction, and you nod dumbly. He starts the kettle going.
“So- military. Did a lot of shit work, put a lot of myself into it. Didn't get all of it back. Went through- a bad time.” He pauses, shoulders tense as iron. “Came back from it, and instead of welcoming me home, I got kicked to the fucking curb. Threw me out like fucking- nothing!” His fist slams into the countertop, making you jump and yelp. The fear surges again. He turns to pin you with his eyes, glaring fiercely. “They left me!”
Oh. Oh, he knows, he understands the churning ache in your chest, the pain as those taillights vanished into the dark, death at your back. Sacrifice.
The kettle whistles, breaking the tension, and you accept your steaming cup with an automatic “thank you.” You sip it more from routine than actual thirst, though your throat aches fiercely.
The killer takes his own cup, shoves the mask up so it bunches across his nose. He sips his own tea quicker, slurping, and stares at the dregs of it. You wait for him, your heartbeat and sipping the only sounds, until you finally crack.
“What's going to happen to me?” You ask him, and he just sighs.
“Don't know. Haven't decided yet.”
You just nod. That's fair. “What about my- the others? They'll call for help.”
He laughs sharply at that, grinning like an animal. “No they won't. No way out of here.” He throws back the last of his tea, throat flexing. “Come on.”
You hastily set your cup down as he tugs you from the couch, takes you down the cabin steps and back out to the forest. Your heartbeat pounds again in the dark, the sounds of the animals coming back now that the killer has paused his hunt. He doesn't seem to mind the dark, navigating over soil and roots easily, but the first time you stumble he shifts his grip to your hand, bringing you in closer, to walk in step.
“Thanks,” you mutter, manners drilled into you, and get no response. He doesn't say anything at all as you walk, until you can faintly hear voices ahead, shrill and panicked.
“Wait,” he rumbles, and pushes you into the shelter of a tree. You can see a few flashes of light. You slide down and sit, arms around your knees, and he nods at you before striding away.
The fear and the numbness shift inside you. Terror grips your pulse and makes you sweat before it slides away, leaves you idly picking at leaf litter in boredom. You remember that the big knife he carried was well used and start to panic about where it's going to go next- and then remember that he made you tea and told you a small bit about himself. He's already becoming less a demon and more a man, to you, even though you know how dangerous that it.
The voices pick up into shrieking, and you startle, staring ahead through the dark. You can't see anything, not even the lights, and nearly swallow your tongue when the man emerges from the shadows, skull gleaming in a devils grin, the tied and gagged bodies of the three girls stumbling after him. He doesn't help them avoid falls, and only hauls more on the twisted ropes when Josie falls to her knees, dragging her before she stands again.
You huddle against the tree as he passes, unsure, all the sick feelings swarming back up. They left you. You were thrown down into the dirt to save their own skins, and in the end they didn't escape anyway. They're right where you are.
You stay there even after they've passed in their miserable little train, spiraling, unable to even see past the last flash of their faces going by, first in the windows of the car, then again now, the opposite direction, smeared with tears and dirt. You think you might throw up.
A hand clamps onto your shoulder, and you shriek. A big body crowds you against the tree, and you see the skull again, smiling at you. Your heart is going so hard you're dizzy.
The man is big and strong and warm, and he smells like a normal man, detergent and sweat and some forest smells, the layer of mud on his boots. The mask is shoved up again, revealing twisted lips, and he crushes you with his kiss, holding you still as he puts his tongue into your mouth as he uses your body to rub his cock against.
You cry out, back arching under him, and he just keeps taking it from you- more kissing, more hard jolts of his hips against you. He's panting in your ear, the mask digging into your temple, when you realize you want it- you want him too, all the fiercely alive reactions of your body against his- and your next cry turns into a moan.
You try to kiss him back, tentatively, and get a groan and a squeeze of your flesh in his hands. Your hand to his cheek is slapped away, but you're allowed to cling to his shoulders, gasping as he drags your leg up around his waist. This way, his cock rubs right against your groin, thick and hard under his jeans, and your thin sleep pants are little protection against it.
He pulls back enough for the knife to flash in his hand, and you flinch as it approaches you, only to gasp in relief when instead it slices your clothes instead of skin. He tears your top away, leaving the fabric to puddle on the ground, and gropes at your breasts. You moan when he thumbs your nipple, and again when he pinches it, fingers rough as he pries more noises and squirms out of you. He's still got you pinned, cock rubbing your pussy, and every time your hips jump you get another bolt of pleasure.
“Say my name,” he says, and when you stutter, “Ghost. Call me Ghost.”
You whine, and he catches your mouth again. “Say it,” he hisses, “and I'll show you where your friends are.”
Your belly clenches, and you whisper out a faint “Ghost,” and shiver as he licks your ear.
“Good,” he rumbles, and you stagger as he steps away abruptly, your skin prickling in the cold. He's breathing hard with you, his cock an urgent bulge in his jeans, and you cling to his hand as he pulls you with him again, too aware of your bare breasts, the heat in your belly.
You don't walk long, and you can see the fire again soon, still crackling in front of the cabin. There's three shapes tied in front of it, kneeling, and you see the girls all trying to twist their way free as you're pulled stumbling into the circle of light.
Jenny spots you first, eyes widening, a muffled shout of your name coming through her gag. The others do the same, eyes darting between you and Ghost, at your exposed chest.
He draws the knife again, and Jenny flinches as it approaches her face, the tip just under her eye.
Ghost holds it in place as she trembles. You don't feel anything at all for her, not fear or hate or even relief. He looks at you, then down at her, obviously considering- and then the knife stabs in, down, a slice of flesh peeling away as Jenny screams. Blood pours from her face, and Ghost yanks the gag out of her mouth, slapping her hard, blood splashing.
“Shut the fuck up!” He snaps, and she gulps down her cries. Josie and Amber are weeping. “Do you know what I'm going to do to you?” She shakes her head, looking at you, and he slaps her again. “Don't look at her! You left her behind for me. She's mine now,” and you gasp, tears pricking your eyes. “You're not important here. You're meat, and I'm a butcher. Squeal, pig,” and another slice of the knife goes in.
He's got her tied to something to stay in position, a stake or something, and you watch, detached, as Ghost peels Jenny apart. His knife and hands are wet and dripping, and he's panting, his cock still hard and strong. He even palms himself, standing with a groan, looking to you. He looks at you, touching himself, and your nipples ache, a shiver down your spine and into your clit.
He sees it, or you think he does, because he comes and takes another kiss from you, holding you by the hair. “You're mine,” he repeats, and you moan for him, wanting his hands on you again.
He lets you go, and goes back to Amber and Josie, where they've fallen into a quiet terror. Amber screams when he lifts her up, forces her back to arch painfully from her bound hands, and drags the knife down her belly. It leaves a red trail behind of what you think is Jenny's blood, before you realize it's Amber’s, the split in her skin widening as Ghost forces her to bend backwards.
Josie, some fight still left in her, throws her head forward, slamming it into his hip, just missing the bulge of his cock- and Ghost roars, dropping Amber and spinning on the last girl. Josie snarls at him, then screams herself as he drags her forward, smashing her face into his groin.
That’s- no, you don't like that. That's not, she's not for him- he said it- you were his, not them! They left you! They don't get to have him!
“Ghost,” you snap, and he stops suffocating Josie, her nose a broken mess as she gasps. He looks at you, and down at the bleeding girl, before snorting and dropping her back to the ground. Amber moans weakly next to her.
He comes back to you, and you tilt your head back to see him. His eyes are dark holes under the mask. “You said I was yours,” you repeat, and shake. “You said!”
A gloved hand cups the back of your head, another popping open his jeans with bloody fingers. His cock springs out, wet at the tip, and you open your mouth for it eagerly. Josie didn't get this, you think, and groan as he shoves it in, making you gag, your hands coming up to his thighs in a vain attempt to slow him down.
It doesn't work, and he pulls on your hair enough to tilt your head back, making you look up. Tears stream from your eyes. “There she is,” he pants, “that's my girl. Feel good?”You moan around him, your thighs squeezing together.
Josie is screaming through her gag, thrashing, and you gasp when Ghost pulls out of your mouth, leaving a string of spit connected to your lips before it breaks.
When he rips the gag from her mouth, tacky with blood, she spits at him before turning wild eyes on you. “Fucking bitch!” She shrieks. “Slut! Was this planned? You just sat there and watched while he's fucking killing us! Fuck you! Fuck-” and her words cut off with a gurgle as the knife cut through her throat, in one side and out the other, blood spraying. Ghost lets her slide limply off the blade, lips curled in a sneer, before bending over Amber. She's surrounded by a pool of blood, and her kill seems almost gentle in comparison, eyes closing as Ghost cuts her throat swiftly. He wipes a hand down her front, smearing the blood, before stroking his cock with it.
It gleams in the firelight, red and black, and you open your mouth for him. He chuckles, pleased. “Perfect,” he says, and you close your eyes at the flood of warmth it gives you, before he puts his bloody cock back into your mouth.
It's tacky and coppery, the musky taste of his balls and sweat and precome on your tongue, and you let him fuck your mouth how he wants, squirming in your seat as each thrust shakes you down to your core.
Ghost cups your cheek with a bloody hand, and then moves it to the back of your head. His cock hits your throat and stops, pushing hard as you gag. “Swallow,” he grunts, “don't puke.” And you scratch at his thighs as he forces his way into your throat, moaning, continuing his thrusts as you whine and choke.
His other hand presses around your neck, thumb pushing in where he's in you- your head spins. The firelight is fading, the skull mask floating above you, laughing while your lungs burn and fingers go numb. He squeezes. Spit and precome slick your chin, your face hurts. You can feel your legs kick, arms trying to push him away, but it's distant, disconnected. He promised. He's keeping you.
He promised.
-
You wake up gasping, throat on fire, as Ghost licks up your cheek. “Welcome back, sunshine,” he croons, and your head thrashes away. Your head is pounding, there's something rough under your back, your ass- you're naked?
He shifts up and you see stars past his head, a blurry patch of leaves. Only a dim light casts a glow on his body- oh, he's naked too, skin striped with scars and his face, his poor face. Carved open ear to ear, smaller marks scattered over his cheeks and forehead like freckles. You weakly reach up for him, touching his chest, following a pebbled line of tissue down his sternum, crossing over his belly.
“You weren't out too long,” he says, as you find new scars to trace. There's blood smeared up past his navel, thighs marked, and his cock is dripping with it. “Know what I'm doing. Know how to be careful.”
You look toward the fire, and see the slumped over corpses have been moved, more flesh carved away from all of them. A hand tacky with the same blood turns your face back up to look at Ghost instead. You blink, dazed, and his thumb wipes under your eye almost tenderly. A smile creases his lips. “See? Told you, you're mine. I'll take care of you.” He bends to kiss you again, soft and wet. “Looked so good. Wanted to fuck you then while you were out.” He kisses a spot on your throat, and it makes you gasp at the sting. “You're already bruising.”
You gasp again when he licks the same spot, feeling your pulse jump. “You waited?” You ask. It comes out as a thin whisper. Ghost gets a hand across your leg, drags your thigh out, knee bending. He's crouched over you, and the blood on his cock and belly drips down onto your skin.
He hums against your ear. “Mm. Course I did.” You feel tears prick your eyes again. He waited for you, he didn't leave, he stayed-
His cock shoves into your pussy, splitting you open, and you howl through your ruined throat as Ghost bites down, blood welling up, pain splitting you from groin to neck. It hurts, he's too big, you're not ready- but he doesn't stop, panting like an animal as he ruts his way inside.
“Mine,” he snarls, and heat blooms in your veins. The stars swirl through the sky.
“You won't leave me?” You gasp, clinging to his shoulders. Ghost grunts into your ear. “You'll stay with me?” Your heart pounds, and incredibly, your pussy responds, warming up as you're fucked into the dirt. A big hand gropes at your breasts, feeling the soft skin, the shape of them in his palm, somewhere between a butcher and a lover.
“Oh, I won't leave you, keeping you- forever-” Ghost bites your lower lip now, hips slapping against yours. You try and get your legs higher, bringing him closer in, deep as possible. He moans, and that big hand finds your jaw, thumb sliding in past your teeth. There's a hot pressure building up between your legs with every movement, and you cling tightly, whining, sucking at his thumb.
“My girl, going to give me what I need- fuck, you get me so hard, feel that?” You nod limply. “That's for you. Fucking you all covered in their blood, those rotten bitches. I'll take care of you, I won't - won't leave you-” He bites off the words with a grunt.
Oh, he really means it, he's keeping you- you'll be right there with him, not left out or left behind, and you moan and clench around his cock. Ghost releases your mouth, sitting up, lifting your legs together and pressing in. Your jaw sags as the angle shifts, and his cock slides impossibly deep, your whole pussy and clit throbbing. The wet slaps of skin echo through the forest.
“Yes, yes, Ghost,” you pant, and your head tosses back. “Please!”
You're so close, and Ghost must feel it, his thrusts coming harder, muscles bunching. He could break your neck, or cut your throat as you come. Instead he just gets his hand between your legs and presses down on your clit, roughly stroking over it, and your back arches as you come for him, moaning, a sweet rush of pleasure that brings tears to your eyes again.
Ghost groans, and splits your legs apart, staring down at where his cock disappears into your body. “Could carve you up,” he says, “put my knife right along that cunt and make a new hole to fuck. But I won't.” He looks up, catches you in that dark gaze, the heat in your veins still lighting you up.
He grabs the knife where it lies, drags the dull side of it down your chest, curving over under your breast. He follows some path only he can see, the blade catching as your skin flexes. He settles it just above your pussy, digging into the soft pad of flesh, and you see his breath catch, hips stuttering. You whine a little, wanting to get to that edge again, lifting your hips up. The knife slips in your sweat, and you yelp as it slices in, a shallow cut right down your mons.
Ghost groans, deep his chest, and the knife topples as he slams into you, blood splattering.
“There we go, that's it, fucking- gorgeous, fuck, so red, look how pretty,” he babbles, and you keen as his fingers swipe across your clit, wet with blood and slick, squeezing with legs and pussy around him. He grunts, pulling out, and instead pushes your thighs together to fuck between them, cock spearing over your clit and through the mess of blood and sweat. You let him have you like this, and his face curls into a smile as his cock gets redder, wetter. It's gory, mud and dirt stuck to your skin, legs held tight up against his chest, blood everywhere. You can smell it, the old stink from the bodies, the fresher tang in your nose from your body. The cut burns, agitated every time Ghost rubs across it, fresh trickles of blood following him back between your legs. You're soaking with it, pussy slick and dripping, and you wriggle a couple fingers down to reach your clit only to be smacked away harshly.
You moan and feel your eyes roll as Ghost shoves his hand over your mouth, pressing you down into the forest floor. You breathe through your nose, but it's not enough air, not with the way your heart pounds as he keeps fucking your thighs, stirring up so much slick and precome with your blood that it's making bubbles, a sticky mess webbing between your bodies. Your lungs start to burn again, and your back arches as instinct takes over, writhing as he holds your legs together with an arm like iron, scratching at the leaves under you. It's no use, he's too strong, and as the edges begin to blur again you see his face contort, teeth bared, your blood red on his cheek and lips, hot spurts of come shooting up over your belly and breasts.
His hand lifts and you gasp, hot like fire from your bruised throat to your clit, oxygen rushing through you. He drags his hand down, catching the wet puddles of come, and releases your thighs to fall open around him. His fingers find the bleeding cut he'd made in your mons, and smear the mess of it all- the slick and his come, the blood, the sweat and dirt- all together and down to your pussy, finding where you're so tight and aching.
He circles his fingers, fast, and you feel the hot starburst in your belly go supernova, legs shaking as they try to clamp together but fail to move, back arching as Ghost shoves his fingers inside as deep as they can go. You're moaning brokenly, voice a raspy thin wail, losing more of it with each exhale.
He moves back and down, holds your thighs apart, and you black out with a last broken scream as he seals his mouth over your pussy and starts sucking the blood and come back out.
-
You wake up to the morning sun, naked and filthy over the bed in the cabin, sore to your toenails. There's the sound of something frying, and you step wobbly as a fawn out to the main space, finding Ghost at the stove. There's a pan of what smells like bacon, and tea steeping. Through the kitchen window you can see three large plastic bags heaped over the fire pit ashes.
Ghost stills as you come up behind him, but you only wrap your arms around his chest, kissing him between his shoulder blades. “Good morning,” you croak, “any of that tea for me?”
He doesn't speak, but you feel his smile as he lifts your hand to his lips for a kiss.
