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I’m waiting for the attention span to read a multi chapter fic so I can finally read all of it but i just wanted to applaud you for what little i have read of entrapment! I found your acc a while ago and i read through all of fixation before moving onto entrapment, I think it was around the time chapter 6 was posted when I finally decided I had to follow to make sure I didn’t lose track of your fic. Anyways all of this is really long winded just to say that your writing is amazing, I think about it often, and I think you deserve so much more engagement than you get. It takes hard work and dedication to write such a long series and you’ve done exactly that, it’s an accomplishment and I sincerely hope that you are proud of yourself and also that you continue writing because you have some serious talent!!

You’re so sweet…This post literally made my day. It has been very difficult for me to find motivation to write this year, especially since I’ve started college. This past year I’ve had to balance athletics, academics, my social life and mental health along with writing, and it has been pretty hard. Not to mention I’m writing multiple fanfictions at once because I just love to spread myself paper thin 😭. But honestly, I love writing fanfiction. It’s my little escape from reality and I get myself all giddy when coming up with plot and thinking of dialogue, and while stories can take forever to finish, I think it’s a part of the fun. Like I can leave the story and come back and remember what’s going to happen next and how excited I am about it. Do I have the whole story for Entrapment planned out? Yes. Am I probably not going to start another draft for at least three weeks? Also yes. And I love reading your reactions in the comments, especially when there’s some huge plot twist that just happened or a detail readers notice, it truly makes my day. So no, I’m definitely not giving up on writing anytime soon, don’t worry about that! I might take some breaks here and there like I’ve had to this past year but that’s it. Thank you so much for your love and support!! <333

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Seven: Peace & Love

Mentions of: Blackmailing, Manipulation (not from readers pov but still), alcohol, scars and mature themes

A/N: So sorry for the late update, but y’all can have a cute chapter as a reward <3

Tags: @elentiyaiswriting @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie

You didn’t want to go to work today. You felt awful after what happened with Jed. One of your biggest pet peeves was when people took their anger out on you, making you miserable just because they’re having a bad day. And that’s exactly what you did. None of this was his fault. He knew you were having a hard time and he wanted you to have fun and you yelled at him and accused him. God, you felt awful.

It would be best if you apologized sooner rather than later. The longer you wait, the worse it’ll get. So you have to rip it off like a bandaid.

With a shaky breath, you messed with the string of your purse nervously. You watched as the number rose on the elevator, waiting for them to reach your floor and the doors to pull open.

When they did, you found yourself making a beeline straight for Jed’s desk. He was typing something on his monitor, hardly noticing your presence. You took a deep breath. “Hey.”

He looked up, locking eyes with you. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were already halfway through apologizing before he could even say anything.

“I’m really sorry about what happened on Friday. I was just stressed and I was saying things I didn’t mean, not that it’s a valid excuse or anything, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and-”

He got to his feet, pressing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Your mouth snapped shut. He smiled at you warmly. “There’s something I want to show you.”

You followed Jed to his car. He opened his glove compartment, pulling out an envelope. Inside were photos of all of Ghostface’s past victims.

“He sends me these, after every time he’s killed. No matter what I do, the next morning there’s a photo in my mailbox, with the same request. Write about this, or you’ll be next. Or worse…it’ll be someone I care about. There are nights when I can hardly sleep or eat, when I hate myself for what I have to do. I don’t enjoy writing about this ______, but I have no other choice. The only thing I can do is sit and wait for the police to catch him.”

You felt guilt and sympathy twist through your stomach. You knew exactly what he was going through, how dould you think anything less? How could you be so selfish? “Jed, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know. I haven’t told anyone this, and I can’t go to the police, or else he’ll…please ____, promise me you won’t tell anyone. If anything happened to you, I’d never be able to forgive myself.” He reached over, caressing your hands and giving them a soft squeeze.

“I promise.” You murmured. He slipped his hand from yours, touching your cheek softly, before leaning in and kissing you. You kissed him back, letting yourself melt into him. Letting his lips mold with yours.

It had been far too long since someone had touched you softly, since someone had touched you with so much care. It numbed all the pain, cleansed you from the dirtiness of Ghostface’s touch. It made your mind go blank, and for once, you forgot about everything.

He pulled away, smiling at you softly. “Would you like to get out of here? Just for today?”

“...Okay.”

–

“I didn’t expect you to be such a romantic.” You remarked as he laid the blanket out on the grass. He shrugged at you with a grin. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

You pulled out a bottle of cheap wine and sandwiches you had bought from the store, pouring a glass for yourself and for Jed. You gazed over at the river, admiring the view. It was beautiful.

“How did you find this spot?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“When the Ghostface murders started up, I needed space to clear my head and to write. And it’s so peaceful out here, beautiful too. It helps me think.” You watched him, studying the sincere expression on his face. There was a dark look in his eyes, one from the pain of knowing, the pain of being tortured. The pain you had felt almost every day.

You took a long couple of sips from your wine, turning to refill your glass. “You know, this is the first time you’ve ever really told me anything about yourself.”

“Oh, really?” He mumbled, seeming slightly embarrassed at the realization.

“Yeah, but it’s not a bad thing. I mean, all we talked about was work, or about me. I kinda thought the whole mysterious guy thing was pretty hot, but having you open up and be vulnerable with me feels a lot better. I really appreciate it.” You admitted.

“Honestly, I don’t like to talk about myself much. My mother taught me that it was more important to listen. Most people never do, but I’m all ears. Also, I don’t think there’s a lot for me to say about myself. I mean..I’m pretty boring.”

You frowned at that. “Jed, I don’t think you’re boring at all. In fact, I think you’re one of the most interesting people in Roseville. I mean, you’re very charming, kind, and smart, and you’re an amazing writer. And to be honest, without you, I probably would be so lost.”

And that was too much. God, how much did you drink? Feeling your cheeks get all hot, you glanced down at the glass in your hand.

“I appreciate that. I really do.” He leaned in and kissed you again, after a few minutes he pulled away, reaching down and caressing your waist gently. His hand went to move under your shirt, and you found yourself stopping him yet again.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered against his lips. “I just- I need some time.”

Your scars were only starting to fade, and you weren’t in the right mindset at the moment. You felt guilt curl in your stomach, preparing him to be disappointed by you spurning his advances once again. But he wasn’t. Instead, he smiled softly, pressing a small peck to your lips. “There’s nothing you have to be sorry for. You take all the time you need, alright?”

“Thanks, Jed.”

The two of you lied back against the blanket, gazing up at the clear blue sky above. For once, you let yourself live in the moment and forget about all the pain and fear. For once, you felt at peace.

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HE GON GET ME!!!

Last stop.

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Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Five: Red Handed

Mentions of: NSFW Mentions, Slight Voyeurism, Frank being a jealous bastard, Poor Leon, Stabbing, Hooking, Character Death (not rlly tho), cheating, and pining

A/N: I’m really happy w how this chapter turned out :))

Tags: @vandeaad @prettycutebunny @mama-miya

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Frank had fucked up…again. He sat outside the ski lodge, smoking a cigarette on the curb. He and Julie had gotten into yet another fight. This time it ended with him getting kicked out. Things had been escalating between them ever since what happened with you.

This is all your fault. You ended everything with him just because he lost his cool and said something he didn’t mean and now he has nowhere to go to unwind and he’s much more irritable than before. While The Legion is his family, the others aren’t completly understanding and Julie can be a bit much at times, always wanting to be with him, practically breathing down his neck. He used to find it endearing. No one had ever wanted to be around him that much before. Now it’s just irritating.

He wasn’t going to apologize. Not again. Not unless he thought he was wrong, which he wasn’t. It was your fault for having such high expectations of him. He had the role of a killer. You knew who and what he was, and you still trusted him anyway. You thought he actually cared.

He did care..kind of. He had grown accustomed to the Entity’s realm and he had no idea how he would function if he got back to the real world. This was probably the best outcome for him: hurting people and taking out all his pain, suffering, and rage, maximizing his true potential. He also had his group and you. He was mainly helping you because he was bored..at first..but then you got him all invested, and seeing how determined and happy you were made him feel weird and fuzzy inside.

When you started to get close he got scared. If you somehow managed to escape, he could lose you. He didn’t want that.

The two of you were so different, on opposite sides of the spectrum, and yet, he felt like no one understood him as well as you did. Julie understood his hatred and anger, she understood his desire to hurt. But you understood him, and what made him like this, what made him tick. You knew the suffering he’s gone through, and all the vulnerabilities he’s tried to cover up and bury. You saw through him, you knew what he really was, and you hung out with him anyway. Even the things you said about him during that fight were true..his fears of being alone, his loneliness, and his pain. You know him, and he doesn’t know if he loves or hates it.

He hasn’t seen you since your argument, not even in a trial. You were already punishing him, so of course The Entity had to too. Out of his stubbornness, he didn’t want to go back. A part of him hoped that you would come to him first. But you didn’t. You hadn’t even bothered to see Susie. He refused to ever think about it or even say it, but he missed you. There was a longing, a pull in his chest that made him desperately want to see you, to talk with you, to joke with you, to smoke with you…to touch you.

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath, putting out his cigarette. He swallowed his pride and slowly rose to his feet, setting out to see you.

–

The cabins were eerily quiet when he arrived. It was probably late at night for the survivors, he assumed. Taking a deep breath, he approached your cabin. He slowly crept out of the woods, seeing a warm light coming from your window. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of seeing you, and he peeked through the window, unable to help himself, but what he saw made his heart drop.

You were fucking Leon.

He watched as your naked body moved over Leon’s in a hypnotic rhythm, your face contorted into a look of pure pleasure, your fingers threading through his hair while he sucked on your breast.

It was like a car crash. He couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to. Even though fiery and painful feelings of jealousy were rising in his chest, even though he wanted to tear Leon’s head off, he kept watching.

You were beautiful and mesmerizing and he couldn’t tell what he wanted more, to have Leon gone so he could get a better view, or if he could be in Leon’s place, having you ride him to your heart’s content.

God, he wanted you but he was also so fucking angry. His face was all flushed and his cock was getting hard and his hands were balled up into tight fists, tight enough for his nails to dig into his skin.

So he stayed and watched until even after you were finished and he left, even after you had fallen asleep. He stood and stared at you for a very long time until he was inevitably summoned to a trial.

–

“Where’s Leon?” You asked Feng. There had been no sign of him since the start of the trial, nor had there been a sign of a killer. At first you thought that was a good thing, but Leon could only hold the killer off for so long.

She winced. “He’s getting tunneled. Don’t worry about him. It’ll do us all some good. We only have two generators left after all.”

“I guess so.” You muttered. Once you finished the generator, you split away from Feng, searching for Leon.

It didn’t take long to find him hanging from a hook, but you didn’t expect Frank to be his killer. You watched as he struck Leon repeatedly, stabbing him with his knife while he was on the hook, making him cry out more. Normally, you would walk away and take your teammate’s sacrifice, but because it was Leon and Frank, you decided to do something about it.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, striding up to Frank. Leon hoarsely whispered your name, warning you. You weren’t afraid. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He ignored you and continued to cut Leon up.

“Frank, Frank! Will you quit acting like a fucking brat and talk to me?” You stepped in front of Leon, grabbing Frank’s arm mid-strike. Leon was confused by how willing you were to be so close to the killer and how unafraid you were. Not to mention how you were talking to him with such familiarity. It was strange.

Finally, he turned to face you and tore his hand from your grip, the expression on his face icy and cold. He glowered at you. “I know what happened with you and Leon. I saw it.”

As the realization hit you, your face suddenly felt really hot and you felt a mix of anger, embarrassment, and confusion. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a loud noise rang in your ears and the ground trembled. You gazed up at the sky, watching as Leon’s lifeless body was lifted into the dark cloud in the sky, sacrificed to The Entity.

You frowned at Frank. “We’ll talk about this later.”

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Tethered

Part III- Chapter Thirty Three: Found

Mentions of: Injury, The Entity, Memory Loss, and nothing rlly

A/N: Sorry this took me forever to edit and post 😭 Hope you enjoy!!

Tags: @prettycutebunny @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @vandeaad @moonshineinasippycup

The woods were eerily quiet. You wandered them aimlessly, searching for something, anything. Any sign of yourself. Or maybe even a memory.

You walked and walked, until your legs got sore and you were convinced you were going in circles. You gazed up at the sky, unable to see it due to the dense branches covering it. Instead, you locked eyes with a crow that was sitting on a nearby branch.

It tilted it’s head at you, it’s beady eyes tracking your every move. You stepped closer, whispering to it. “Can you help me figure out who I am? Can you give me a sign?”

Just then, there were small snaps, the sounds of twigs breaking under feet. Footsteps. They grew closer, and you stood your ground, preparing yourself. The hooded figure moved closer, until you recognized who it was.

“______?” Frank called out, his eyes set on you. You groaned. Of course. He was the last person you needed to see right now.

You stepped backward, slowly. He stepped forward. You needed to lose him. So, you took off,

“Hey, wait!” He called out, sprinting after you. “Leave me alone!”

“I just want to talk. Please, just let me apologize.” He sounded like he was being genuine, but you didn’t believe him. You should’ve never believed him or the others. Killers are just trouble after all. And while you wanted to believe that there was good in everybody, you knew there wasn’t good in them.

Frank was hot on your heels, his long legs crashing against the ground. You could hear him behind you, but you just stared ahead, refusing to look back. You ran as fast as you could, until your chest burned and your feet hurt, until there were tears pricking your eyes from the pain.

You weren’t even in the woods anymore. You didn’t know where you were. Just that it was dark and quiet. You needed to be alone. You needed to think.

You finally stopped when you tripped and fell over something. Your mind snapped back to the present, and you gazed around at your surroundings. You seemed to be in some sort of rocky area. There were cracks in the ground with bright orange light flowing through them, like there would be during the endgame sequence of a trial.

“You okay?” Frank asked, rushing to your aide. You were on your hands and knees, staring at the ground beneath you.

He offered you his hand to help you to your feet. You shook him off. “I told you to just leave me alone. I’m tired of playing these stupid games. Haven’t you had enough of this? I mean, your girlfriend already beat the shit out of me and you all made fun of me. What more do you want?”

“You don’t understand. I wasn’t lying to you or anything like that. It’s the truth. I know you. You know me. We were-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the ground shook violently, other cracks starting to form. You lost your footing, falling as chunks of rock started to split up, turning the ground you were once standing on into a jagged cliff’s edge.

“______, we need to get out of here!” Frank shouted, and all of a sudden, he felt so far away. The ground was shaking beneath you, falling into a trench and clinging onto one of the edges sticking out from the ground.

You held on for dear life, trying to pull yourself up, but it was no use. You accidentally looked down, seeing The Entity’s claws reaching up to grab you, only making you panic more. Whatever you’re here for, whatever you’ve done, it seemed like you really pissed her off.

“Hey, look at me. Take my hand.” He was now kneeling above you, moving his hand for you to grab. You hesitated. “What if you let me go?”

“I won’t. I know you don’t remember me and you think I’m lying, but I promise, I won’t let you go.” You believed him. Just as you reached your hand up, the Entity’s limbs started to pinch into your sides.

You screamed in pain as the claws started to pierce through your skin, reeling back. Frank lunged forward, grabbing you and with a rough tug, freeing you from The Entity’s grip.

You fell on top of him, your faces close to another. He smiled at you, panting softly. “I told you I wouldn’t let you go.”

You stared at him. You saw him and the boy he once was. The boy who took care of you. The boy who had your back. The boy who you had fallen in love with.

And you remembered. You remembered everything.

“Frank..Frank..” You cupped his face, studying it. He had gotten older, his eyes a little darker, his nose a little more crooked, and scars lining his face. But it was still him. It was still Frank. Your Frank.

You threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He hugged you back, before pulling away. “You remember.”

You nodded in response, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you hard, passionately. Like he had been dying to do that for so long. You kissed him back, even though you knew you shouldn’t. He wasn’t yours anymore. He was different. You both were.

But that didn’t stop him from hooking his arms around the small of your back, nor did it stop you from hanging your hands around his neck, tugging at his hair.

“I missed you…so much.” He murmured, once you both broke for air, pressing his forehead to yours. “I missed you too.”

A fiery pain ran through your body, making you wince. You gaze down at your left side, where you had been grabbed, seeing blood soaking through your shirt. Frank followed your eyes, spotting your injury.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” You reassured him. You shifted off of him, getting to your feet. He followed after.

You were only able to take a few steps, before you were doubled over. The pain was too much. “Easy. Here..” He gently picked you up, carrying you bridal style. He cradled you close to his chest as he walked out, trying to move you as little as possible and keep you from being in pain.

The pain only started to get worse..it burned under your skin, seeping through to your organs. Frank could feel your skin growing warm, almost hot to the touch.

He picked up the pace, gazing down at you and becoming more and more concerned. The next thing you knew, everything was getting dark, and all you could hear was Frank’s desperate voice.

“C’mon, stay with me…You’re going to be okay. Fuck! I just got you back. I can’t lose you. I won’t.”

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I love angry ghostie he’s so cute he’s mine i love

some ghosties with the mosties

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I WANT HIM UGHHH

After meeting at Roseville Gazette, 1993.

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Six: Sore Loser

Mentions of: Trauma, Sleep Deprivation, Paranoia, Neurosis, Stalking, and angst

A/N: Mid semester and dying…pray for me y’all…I hope you enjoy!

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You showered three times over the next morning. You didn’t care how the hot water burned your new cuts, or how your skin was all pruned, you washed and washed until you felt clean, on the outside at least.

You couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror after. Couldn’t see the cuts he left on you. Especially not the heart-shaped carving he left on your hip. You felt so disgusted with yourself for letting him do that..for letting him defile you…and even more disgusted with the small part of yourself that enjoyed it. But you knew that wasn’t your common sense or anything, it was just your body’s reaction.

You hated what he did to you that night. You hated him. And you hated yourself for letting it happen.

What made it worse was that he had all this control over you. He could use you whenever he wanted. The moment you said no, the moment you fought back, he’d kill everyone you cared about. You wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow found out where your family lived and threatened them too.

You felt a shiver go down your spine at that thought, panic and fear surging through you. You should call your mother and check up on them, but Ghostface could be listening, and the last thing you wanted was to draw attention to them. They’re safe and that’s all that matters.

Days dragged by and you couldn’t help but wonder if and when he was going to play another one of his sick games. If he was going to cut you up or use you like some fucked up sex toy. It was quiet, and while you were slightly relieved with the peace, you took advantage of it in any way you could.

—

You poor thing. Ever since that night, he played with you, you’ve changed. You have been changing, ever since this all started, but that night really changed you.

You don’t eat as much as you used to and don’t sleep as well, the dark circles hanging heavily under your eyes. You’ve even started to change your clothing, more pants and long-sleeved button-ups, hiding yourself. Protecting yourself.

You’ve become much less social and even avoid your friends, hardly making small talk or any conversation whatsoever, focusing on work instead. You’re starting to shut people out, to put up walls. You think you’re protecting them, but in reality, it’s Danny’s way of pushing you to isolate yourself. So either way, you’ll have no one left.

You haven’t given up, though. Danny’s not sure you ever will. No matter how much he breaks you, no matter how much he hurts you, you’ll bounce back even stronger than before.

You’re a fighter, a survivor. And it’s something he loves about you.

He watched as you worked for hours and hours at the office where you feel safe trying to analyze every scrap of information you can find, trying to piece together the puzzle of his identity, those little cogs turning in your brain until you got frustrated and gave up for the night and went home.

You don’t even feel safe in your apartment, spending most nights in your car. But you should know that you’re not safe anywhere…It doesn’t matter because like it or not, you always have to go back to your apartment, be it for a change of clothes or something else, you always come back. And wherever you go, he follows like a shadow..like a predator, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

—

You stretched your sore muscles, slipping off your jacket and climbing out from the backseat where you once had been sleeping. The windshield was all fogged up from the typical Florida humidity, and you wiped it away to see a light pink sky, the sun rising.

You had plenty of time before work and couldn’t help but wonder if you should head into your apartment for some clothes or go back to sleep for a little longer. But your train of thought completely stopped when you spotted something on your dashboard.

It was a Polaroid. You don’t remember bringing any pictures into your car, besides one of your family that you kept stashed in your glove compartment.

Your hands trembled as they clutched the photo. It was from that night, a look of euphoria on your face, and a gloved hand around your throat, Ghostface’s mask resting on your shoulder.

On the back, written in bold black Sharpie read the words “MISS YOU” with a little heart symbol. Your heart was pounding, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You almost screamed when your fingers brushed up against some foreign sticky substance on one of the corners you held.

You rubbed your hand against the seat, ridding yourself of the fluids, before tearing the Polaroid up into tiny pieces and throwing it out in the trash.

—

You still went to work at that. You refused to let him win, and staying at home would only make you feel more vulnerable. It was getting to the point that here was the only place that you felt safe.

“Hey, want to get drinks? Everyone’s going out and I thought it might be fun.” Jed offered, making you look up from your computer. Your coworkers were leaving, making you realize that it was closing time already. You shot him down almost instantly. “No thanks, I have to work late.”

“Seriously? On a Friday? C’mon, it’ll be fun.” Rachel pressed you. You shook your head once again. “Maybe another time.”

With that, she shrugged her shoulders and left, dropping it. But Jed didn’t. He lingered by watching as you continued to work, while you were hardly paying attention to him your eyes glued to your monitor.

“______, can we talk?” With a sigh, you turned away from the monitor, facing him. You thought you made it obvious that you weren’t in a talkative mood today.

“I’m just worried about you. You haven’t been yourself lately. You’ve been distant and much more focused on work. Not that it’s a bad thing, but I know it can take a toll-”

“Oh really, Jed? Can it really take a toll? I never knew that writing about an evil fucking psychopath serial killer could possibly take a toll. You’re so worried about me, but maybe you should be worried about yourself. In fact, you hardly seem to care about the fucked up things he’s done. Sometimes with the way you talk about him, I think you like doing this. I think you like the publicity and money you make off of him..Just go have your stupid drinks and leave me alone.”

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Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Four: Alone Together

Mentions of: NSFW/Sexual Content, P in V, Oral sex, and slight drug use

A/N: Trying to post this for the fifth time today bcs tumblr fucking sucks. Enjoy!!

Tags: @vandeaad @prettycutebunny @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya

You watched as your handsome companion paced around your room nervously. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I came here. I just- I can’t stop thinking and I can’t sleep and-”

“Leon, it’s fine. Here, sit down and relax.” You told him. You would offer him another form of relaxation, but it’s the illegal kind and he kind of was a cop…so you’re not sure if he’d approve. You stuck to words of reassurance instead. “You know you can tell me anything right? We’re friends.”

He hesitated, taking a deep breath. “I can’t stop thinking…about you. I can’t get you off my mind, and it’s driving me crazy.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what he was saying. oh. Oh.

“I know it’s a lot, but it’s been killing me. I just had to tell you. I want you, _______.” You had to be dreaming, or hallucinating, or something. All you knew was that you wanted this too, more than anything.

So, you leaned in and kissed him. You kissed him hard, feeling the lust and want thrumming through your body, your heart racing. He kissed you back, slightly surprised by your actions, but reciprocating nonetheless. His lips were so soft against yours, keeping up with your quick pace.

You hadn’t done anything like this in a long time…even before you wound up here. You were far too busy with taking care of your sister, working constantly to make it by. Most of your sexual experiences had been average at best, but you had a good feeling about this one. Especially with how you could feel the butterflies and fireworks going off in your stomach as the kiss deepened.

You straddled him, pushing him back against the bed. You began to kiss down his neck, sucking hickeys into it, and nibbling occasionally. He groaned when you sucked on a sensitive spot, making him buck his hips against your lower back. You smirked as you felt his hardness pressing against you, repeating the action a couple of times.

“Wait, y-you’re sure you want this? You’re sure that I’m- that we’re not moving too fast?” He asked, slightly apprehensive as you began to unbuckle his belt.

“Yeah, You want this and I want it too. Nothing wrong with that. We’re just two adults who want to have a good time.” You pulled his pants down slightly, eyeing the bulge in his boxers. You stroked him through the material, before running your thumb over a damp patch where some precum started to leak through.

“Don’t you want to feel good?” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his earlobe.

“Yes- yes. I do. Please just- touch me.” His head fell to the side as he begged. You smirked at him, reaching inside and stroking his cock, making him moan.

You pulled away from him, moving down and positioning yourself between his legs. You wiggled his pants and boxers further down, smirking up at him. His cheeks went bright pink. “You don’t have to-”

“No but I want to, so I’m doing it.” You leaned in and pressed a small kiss to his tip. He had a pretty cock, larger than average, not too thick and not too long, with a throbbing pink tip. You opened your mouth and loosened your jaw, slowly working yourself down him.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned as you began to bob your head on him. You moved his free hand to the back of your head, letting him run his fingers through your hair and guide you.

Despite his hand in your hair, you went at your own pace, going a little faster just to watch him struggle. He gripped your hair hard, but not hard enough to be painful, his eyes rolling while he moaned. “God, You’re so good.”

He was a pretty sight, blonde hair sticking to his forehead, his face all flushed and sweaty, and pink lips parted. His chest heaved and his were thighs spread wide open, jerking in sensitivity.

“W-wait-” He moaned as you went faster, and you could feel him throbbing in your mouth. You made sure to keep eye contact as you watched him finish, committing the sight to memory.

You swallowed around him, letting him finish down your throat. Then, you pulled away with a parting kiss to his tip, making him jolt with overstimulation. “Jesus- that was- that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

Smirking, you leaned up and kissed him, brushing the hair out of his face, and letting him taste himself on your tongue. You pulled away. “Trust me, we’re just getting started.”

You removed your clothes and helped get rid of the rest of his. He kissed you, reaching down to caress your cunt. He ran two fingers over your slit, groaning at how soaked you were.

“So wet.” He mumbled against your lips, before kissing your neck gently. He rubbed slow gentle circles on your clit, and you couldn’t help but melt in his grip.

He pressed one finger in, and then two, slowly working you open. You gasped when he rubbed against that spongy spot inside, your eyes fluttering. This was so much better than you could’ve ever imagined.

You whined when he pulled his fingers out, your cunt clenching around nothing, needing to be filled. “I’m sorry- I just- I have to be inside.”

You nodded rapidly and straddled him, letting him slowly push his hips up and inside. The stretch burned just a little, before it became nothing but bliss. Once you were fully adjusted, you moved first, planting your hands on his chest and slowly rocking yourself.

Your nose brushed against his as you kissed him again, gazing down at him and watching his body. It looked like something carved out of a statue. His lean and muscular body and abs tensing with every roll of your hips.

He pushed his hips against yours, letting his cock brush against your G-spot, hitting it every single time. You moaned and dug your nails into his shoulders. It had been so long since you felt this good. Since the euphoria took over your senses and left you to just think about this.

“Fuck, Leon. Just like that.” You moaned breathlessly. He held your waist, his hips moving in unison with yours.

You were bouncing even faster against him now, and you let him lean in and wrap his mouth around one of your nipples. You arched your back, letting your eyes flutter as you moaned louder.

You had forgotten how good this felt. How good it could be. You should’ve done this a long time ago.

He rubbed at your clit and pushed into you harder, managing to get you to come first. He whined at the feeling of you pulsing around him before he finished quickly after, pulling out and climaxing on your stomach.

The two of you lay there in an exhausted heap, panting softly. You smiled over at him. “You feel better now?”

“Yeah..I do..”

It wasn’t long until he left, he had to go to a trial. You didn’t mind him going. To be honest, you weren’t sure how you felt about having him stay the night. He got dressed and walked over to you, kissing you goodbye. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you.” Once he left, you lit a cigarette. You took a few deep drags, slipping under the blankets and melting into the mattress, satisfied, exhausted, and alone…or so you thought.

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Part III- Chapter Thirty Two: Trouble

Mentions of: Fighting, Injury, Slut Shaming, Past Bullying, insomnia and amnesia

Julie loomed above you, jaded blue eyes clashing against your own. She frowned at you, a mean, threatening frown. You immediately backed off. “Oh, I’m sorr-”

“What is she doing here, Frank?” She hissed poisonously, glaring over at him. Even though she wasn’t talking to you, you could feel the anger radiating off of her. You shrunk, trying to sneak away and get away.

“I…it’s none of your business, Julie.” Was all he managed to reply with.

You crept past her, and just when you thought you were in the clear, she grabbed your wrist, tugging you back to her. “It is my business. This is my home and you’re my boyfriend. I have a right to know what you were doing with her.”

“Listen, I know this looks bad, but I swear, I don’t want anything to do with your boyfriend. I was just here with Susie but she left. I honestly have no idea what’s going on right now.” You tried to reason with her.

“She’s right.” Susie chimed in. You felt some relief from that but where did she come from? Was she here the whole time? Or had she just gotten back from her trial? Wherever she was from, she had great timing. “Just let her go, Julie. She’s not doing anything wrong.”

“Shut up, Susie! Butt out!” She snapped at her, her grip only tightening on your wrist. “What do you want with Frank? And what does he want with you?”

“Literally nothing, I swear. Please, just let me go.” You tried to reason with her.

“Fine, but you stay away from Frank, you hear me? Or else I’ll fucking kill you.” She threatened, before finally releasing you.

“Trust me, that won’t be a problem.” You muttered under your breath as you walked off. You didn’t even want her stupid asshole boyfriend anyway. It’s his fault you were in this situation anyway.

Unfortunately, Julie must’ve heard what you said and took offense to it, because right before you left she spoke again.

“Yeah, that’s right. Run away, stupid whore.”

You felt your face get all hot and something sparked inside you. Something ugly. You didn’t remember much about yourself, but you knew you weren’t a slut or anything like that. You knew you were a good person.

You felt your hands ball up into fists, your nostrils flaring. Don’t let her get to you. Be the better person. Let it go.

You couldn’t help but look over your shoulder, seeing Julie wearing a smug grin. She thought she could walk all over you and talk to you like that. She was wrong.

You turned on your feet, marching right up to her.

“I am not a whore. For the third time, let me repeat myself, I don’t want anything to do with your boyfriend. He’s rude, selfish, and scary. I think you’re just so insecure about yourself that you feel the need to push people around to feel better, and that’s sad. Really really sad.”

For some reason, right then, a memory flashed in your mind. Maybe it was the situation you were in, or what you said, but all of a sudden, you were a little girl again, shouting at a group of boys.

“What’s wrong with you guys? Do you seriously hate yourselves that much that you have to pick on someone smaller to feel better? You’re all pathetic. Go do something productive in your life and grow up.”

You couldn’t really tell what was happening, but from the context of the situation, it seemed like you were standing up to some bullies. But you still had so many questions. Where were you? Who were you protecting? Who was the boy you were shouting at and why did he look so familiar?

Your head throbbed in pain. Maybe it was from the overload of information, or maybe it was from the slap that landed across your face. You stumbled backward, the slap snapping you back to the reality of the situation.

You didn’t think, just reacted. The next thing you knew, you slapped her back. Your hand stung and left a bright red print on the side of her face. Oops.

She grabbed your hair, smashing your face against a door, only worsening the ache. That’s going to leave a mark and probably a black eye. Luckily, Frank and Susie pulled her off of you before she could do any more.

You got to your feet, wiping your bleeding lip, and taking off while they attempted to keep her restrained.

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By the time you had reached the campfire, you were exhausted. You trudged over to a log, a dull ache in your head and face from the beating you took. One of your eyes was blurry and probably bruised, you had split your lip.

Nea spotted you, immediately coming to your side. Grabbing a medkit from a nearby chest, she treated your wounds. “Jesus, (y/n). What happened?”

“Jake was right.” Was all you responded with. You never should've trusted them.

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Later that night, you tossed and turned as you tried to get some sleep. But you couldn’t. Your mind was racing from before. You remembered something somewhat clearly. You replayed it over and over in your head, along with what Frank said.

“You have to remember.” What did you have to remember? Him? It couldn’t be possible. If you knew him, you were sure you’d remember by now. And obviously, from what you just experienced, you knew that both him and Julie were bad people.

He was messing with your head. But why did a part of you want to believe him? Why did a part of you think he was right?

No matter what, you had questions. And there was only one thing that had the answers. The Entity.

You sat up straight, wide awake. Your eyes darted around for any signs, anything that could lead you to it. They settled on the dark woods behind you. You suppose you had no other choice.

Slowly, you got to your feet and wandered over to the woods, slipping through the treeline. You need answers. You need to find out the truth.

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Five: Claimed

Mentions of : Heavy Dubcon/Noncon themes, NSFW Content, Fingering, Intercourse, Choking, Cutting, and Past Injury, etc.

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“And that’s it. Seems like we’re finally done for the day.” Jed said with a grin. You plastered on a smile in return. “Yeah.”

You haven’t been feeling well lately. Not since your last encounter with Ghostface. Now, you weren’t going to give up. You refused to. But things were starting to take a mental toll. You couldn’t be close with anyone. Not if you wanted them to live.

The guilt, fear, and disgust of knowing he was watching you..waiting to do such perverse things had your stomach churning. You felt like you were losing control of your life, like you were just a marionette, waiting for him to pull the strings. Sometimes, you wish he would quit toying with you and just get it over with already. But you were in for this long game and you wanted to win.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Jed asked, his voice soft and soothing, a look of concern on his face. You felt comfort in that, a small smile crossing your lips.

“Yeah, I just want to finish this paper. I mean, all of these murders have been awful, but this one is really gruesome.” And you also felt guilty. Maybe if you were paying more attention instead of fooling around, you could’ve been able to figure this out and stop him.

He moved a hand over your shoulder, caressing it gently. “I know, I’m sorry. Writing about this kinda thing

is difficult. It’s affected me a lot too. If it ever gets too much, just let me know, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, before switching off your monitor. You got to your feet, grabbing your jacket and slipping it on, preparing to walk out into the cool winter night.

Jed followed close behind, grabbing his coat too. He touched your shoulder again, turning you to face him. “Maybe I could help you relax and get your mind off of things..”

You felt yourself grow hot from his touch and the intense look in his eyes. Granted, it had been a while since the two of you had slept together, but you couldn’t..even if you wanted to.

The scar Ghostface left on your stomach was still there and noticeable. If Jed saw, you knew he would have questions. And the last thing you need is for him to get hurt too.

“Oh, I’m sorry..I’m just not in the mood right now. Maybe another time.” You put your hand over his, patting it softly. “Oh, okay. No worries. Want me to walk you to your car?”

“Sure.”

While you didn’t want to sleep with anyone tonight, Danny had other plans.

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After a nice shower, you walked out to your bedroom, wanting to relax for the night. Things changed when you walked out to the living room area, finding Ghostface sitting on your couch, watching TV.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” He greeted, and you felt yourself instantly tense up. Of course he was here when you were in nothing but a towel, vulnerable and at his mercy. You should’ve known changing your locks wouldn’t do anything.

He grabbed the remote, turning it off and getting to his feet, and sauntering over to you. You stepped back, cautious, but not afraid. You shouldn’t show him fear. You couldn’t. That was just what he wanted.

“Oh relax, will you? I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway.” He reached a glove hand over, playing with a wet strand of hair. “Look at you, rejecting all of your little boyfriend’s advances and then prancing around your apartment in a skimpy little towel. Such a tease.”

“Last time I was a slut, and now I’m a tease? Which is it?” You hissed.

He tilted his head, and if you could see his face right now, he’d probably be wearing an entertained expression. “Mouthy today, are we? It doesn’t matter what you are…because you’re mine. Now, drop the towel.”

“What?” You were shocked by his words, processing what he just said. But he was far too impatient.

He pulled out his knife, raising it to your throat, his voice turning murderous and stern. “I said drop the towel, or else I hurt you, Nate, and your little boyfriend.”

You knew that you had no other choice, your lip wobbled slightly in fear and humiliation as you dropped the towel to the floor, revealing your bare figure to him.

“Good girl.” He purred, before turning you around and walking you back to your bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. He caressed your ass as you walked in front of him, making you bite back a whimper and a shiver going down your spine.

He sat on the bed, slipping his boots off, and gesturing for you to sit on his lap. You did so, feeling his hardness pressing against your lower back. There was something about his clothed body pressed against your bare one that made you feel powerless and embarrassed.

“Such a soft, pretty little thing. Like a doll.” He held a knife to your throat with one hand, while the other caressed your thighs, and then your stomach, rubbing a finger over your scar, before he groped your breasts.

You quivered slightly in his hold, causing him to hiss in annoyance and nick your side with his knife, drawing blood. “Don’t move.”

You stilled in his hold, and he moved his legs between your legs, spreading them wide open. You let out a noise of displeasure, which he ignored, resting his masked chin over the crook of your neck, gazing down at your cunt.

“What a pretty pussy. And it’s nice and soaked for me too..Seems like you like this.” He reached a gloved hand down, and spread your lower lips, eyeing it even more, as you felt him hold a breath against you. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, before he started to rub at your clit.

You arched in his hold, immediately sensitive and biting back a moan. He tsked, reaching down and cutting your left thigh, punishing you again. “Don’t hide back those moans, doll. I want everyone to hear what a slut you are for me.”

He played with your clit faster, rubbing at it with two fingers, and you groaned in response. The next thing you knew, he was shoving those same two fingers into your pussy, curling them and finding just the right spot on the first try.

“Oh fuck-” You gasped, your eyes fluttering. You reached around to grab something to hold onto, and took purchase in your sheets. He continued to hit that spot over and over again, rubbing his palm against your clit. Growing more needy, you found yourself grinding against his hand.

“There you go..good girl..that’s it.” He watched as you reached your peak, moaning and tensing up as he worked you through it, before your body melted against his, becoming completely boneless.

He pulled his fingers out and moved them under his mask, sucking on them. You couldn’t help but watch as he did so, feeling your clit jolt slightly in arousal and sensitivity.

“Turn around and get on all fours.” You did as told, hating how obedient you’ve become, hating what he’s turned you into. You heard the clinking of his belt becoming undone, and the next thing you knew, the head of his cock was grinding against your folds, before pushing inside.

You winced at the stretch but quickly became accustomed to it, listening to his grunts, and slight groans. “Oh fuck, squeezing me so tight.”

He starts with slow thrusts, before he moves faster. You grabbed white white knuckles, unable to help the moans falling from your lips. “How does it feel to be fucking a serial killer, baby? You like it? Knowing that someone who’s killed nnocent people is fucking this pussy?”

Apparently, your body did, because your cunt clenched around him, making him groan in approval. “Yeah, I knew you would..See? I told you we’d have fun together.”

“F-fuck you- oh god.” You moaned as he pounded into you, unable to try to protest or be angry, not when he was this deep inside, not when he moved a hand down to rub at your clit. “Ghostface- oh shit-”

You reached your peak, milking his cock and he groaned, giving your ass a smack, watching as it pounced with every roll of his hips. He followed suit, cumming deep inside of you and filling you up.

Panting softly, you let your body go limp once again, thinking it was finally done. He grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head back and having your back rest against his chest.

“Oh, you really thought it was over? Just like that? I’m not done yet.” He growled into your ear, as he pushed himself inside, making you moan, your legs shaking.

“I- I can’t.” You whimpered. “Oh, but you have to. I get to use this sweet cunt as much as I want, or else everyone you love and care about will die.”

He fucked you even harder this time, and didn’t bother to go slow. His dropped the knife on the sheets, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. As he went faster, he squeezed your throat harder, limiting the amount of air, and making you see stars.

“Look at this, cute little journalist girl all fucked out on my cock. What happened to the strong independent woman we saw before? All ambitious, daring and smart. But now you’re just a fucked out slut. This is perfect. I need to get a picture.” The next thing you knew, he was slowing slightly, and forcing your head to face his camera, his hand still around your throat. “Say cheese.”

Then there was a bright flash, and you heard the camera fall to the floor as he went hard again, rubbing at your throat. “You belong to me. Understand? I own you. This body, mind, and this sweet little pussy all belongs to me. Not Jed or anyone else, just me. Now say it.”

“I- I belong to you.” Your voice was hoarse from moaning and being choked. He slapped your clit, making you jolt. “Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Ghostface.” He rubbed at your clit with four fingers, pushing you over the edge and making you cum all over his cock, making a mess on him and your sheets.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl, good fucking girl. My good girl.” He kept going until he reached his peak, pulling out and finally finishing.

Exhausted and done, you felt him lay you back on the sheets. There was another flash, and then a slight searing pain on your side as you felt a blade carve something into you. You were too tired to care.

Then, you felt him stroke your hair softly and whisper in your ear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You and I will have a lot more fun from now on.”

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