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Waking up was hard. You drifted in and out of sleep and found it nearly impossible to finally open your eyes.
It was dark. That was the first thing you noticed. It was cold and dark. You fumbled to stand up from the floor, your head heavy and your neck raw. Being choked to near death was one of the most unpleasant things you’d ever experienced. You dusted off your skirt and fixed your stockings. It was funny, you were still in your typical school clothes. While you were checking yourself over for injuries Michael made his way upstairs, it was a kind of fucked up beautiful way the universe was planning this all out.
He stood in the doorway and you turned around, your breath catching in your throat. Fear pulled at you but you were done running, even though if you wanted to run there was nowhere you could go. The windows to the room you were in were boarded up and he was in the only door. You forced yourself to be brave. Fate wanted you here.
If Michael wanted to talk he would have already told you why you were here, he needed to find out where Laurie lived. But due to personal choices, that wasn’t going to happen. So he put one foot in front of the other, stalking towards you. You did the complete opposite, walking backward until of course, your back hit the wall. You wanted to be brave but it was hard to look the devil in the eyes.
He stopped in front of you, raising his knife to meet your throat. He was a great deal taller than you so you had to look up at him, trying as best as you could to pull at any heartstrings he may have. He had shown you and your friend no mercy before but there was no harm in trying.
The metal was cold at your throat. The feeling made it hard to feel brave. “Why am I here?” You surprised yourself with how calm you sounded. “I thought you were after Laurie.” His free hand slammed into the wall beside your head and you jumped a bit, looking nervously to the side. His hands were dark, but not from being tan, you could smell the blood and dirt on them. You looked back into the black eyeholes of his mask and bit your lip and tried to think of what to say. “You don’t know where she is, do you?” No reaction. “That’s why you haven’t killed me yet.” You found yourself smirking up at him, knowing you had a bit of power now. “Well, I’ll tell you if you let me go.”
He could have laughed. Inside his mask his lip twitched with annoyance, knowing you were most likely the only one who knew where she lived. What he didn’t know was that you had no idea where the exact location of her house was, only vague memories of visiting.
His knife pressed harder against your neck and you felt blood trickle down your skin onto the neckline of your white tank top. The reason you bled so fast and so much was because when he choked you earlier your blood rushed to your neck to repair the injury and had nowhere to go, so it bruised and gathered. He was caught off guard by this and found himself shamefully watching it gather at your chest, seeping through the fabric and wetting your breasts. If only you knew where his eyes wandered, maybe you could have taken it to your advantage.
Thankfully for you, he slipped up by letting out a long exhale. ‘Oh my god.’ You thought as the tip of his knife slowly scraped down your neck. ‘He is a man, after all.’
You tried to process this information, as it was the last thing you expected from him. What do you do? What could you do? Your hand made its way up to your chest, your fingertips touching the blood that stained your shirt. When you pulled back they were dotted with red. Hoping your plan would work and not piss him off, you took a deep breath and stuck your fingers in your mouth, sucking obscenely while looking straight into the holes of his mask.
Bingo.
Michael’s gigantic hand wrapped around your neck, blinding you with pain from the bruising and the new wound. You gritted your teeth and pulled your fingers from your mouth, grabbing at the fabric covering his arm. What was going to happen? Was he pissed off at your attempt? Was he actually turned on? What was he thinking? You needed to get his mask off. You had to.
You prepared yourself for utter humiliation and you grabbed the hand that held his knife, bringing it to your face. It was a struggle, for he had no idea the aim of what you were doing, but eventually, you pulled two of his fingers into your mouth.
They were so long they reached well down your throat. It was hard not to gag, they tasted so strongly of blood, some of it yours. It caught him by such surprise he actually dropped his knife, letting a third finger find its way into your mouth. If only you could get his other hand off your throat. He wasn’t squeezing too hard, so you supposed it was okay for now.
“I wanna feel you.” You tried not to cringe as you played out your only hope to get out of there alive. Your voice was thick and heavy, something you had taken pride in was your voice. It was definitely a weak spot for men, mass murderers and every man alike. So far it was working, Michael’s breathing had deepened and taken on a more intimidating pattern.
You needed that mask off. Your heart sped up at the thought, if you knew anything about him, it was that he didn’t like to be seen. Atleast, not the way you wanted to see him. That was too personal. But it had to be done. With his fingers still in your mouth, you reached up and grabbed a fist full of his fake hair and pulled. Michael grabbed your arm and you gasped around his fingers and yanked. The mask slipped off and your lips parted, not expecting him to look the way he did. You expected something disgusting and worth hiding, but in reality, he looked perfectly fine besides his left eye.
You pulled his fingers slowly out of your mouth, making sure to wrap your lips around them as you looked into his blue eyes. “You gonna fuck me now?” You asked after his fingers left your lips. Your heart hammered against your chest. He was definitely going to kill you. Your only hope to distract him from the fact that you just took off his mask was to appeal to every desire any man could have.
It was hard not to take in his features. He held no emotion in his face, his eyes seeming indifferent to everything that was happening. They stayed locked on you. He had a beard that ended at the bottom of his neck and he looked so fucking normal it was chilling. It was almost worse without the mask because he was suddenly so much more real.
There was no verbal response which was expected. You began doubting yourself and turned up the desperation in fear of him losing whatever urge he had. “Come on, Michael.” You breathed and rubbed your thumb over the hand you still had in yours. “Fuck me.” You pulled his hand down between your legs and almost cried in relief when he started moving again. He removed the hand that was at your throat and placed it on the wall beside your head. ‘Good.’ You thought and took off your jacket, letting it fall to the ground. The hand between your legs suddenly came to action, almost sending you into cardiac arrest from surprise. You had expected to lead him this entire time but he sprung to life. He grabbed onto your black stockings and yanked them down your legs, leaving them at your knees. He would deal with that later.
Was this really happening? You couldn't believe your luck, though at the same time you began to wonder if this was a bad idea. Were you really going to fuck Michael Myers? And what was going to happen after that? You could only hope to catch him in a spot of weakness and somehow overpower him.
The hot touch of his skin on your thighs snapped you out of your thoughts and you blinked, shivering when you saw he was looking you in the eyes. God. He was so fucking intense. You swallowed hard and grabbed the bottom of your tank top, slowly pulling it up. He looked down and watched, his gaze lingering on your belly button piercing for a little longer than necessary. When your shirt came over your head you tossed it on the ground and ran a hand through your hair, trying hard not to actually let your body give in to his touch. His hand was on the outside of your panties. This was really happening.
Far too quickly for your liking the two fingers you previously had in your mouth pushed aside the fabric of your panties and slipped between your lips. “Oh, fuck.” You breathed and shivered. You were actually wet. Were you enjoying this? Seriously? You were humiliated, disgusted and horny all at once. One finger forced its way inside you and you almost collapsed. “Mmmm.” You moaned as you bit your lip while looking him in the eye. When he curled his finger you completely lost it, closing your eyes and grabbing onto the collar of his coveralls for dear life. ‘Stupid. You fucking idiot.’ You moaned loudly as he repeated the action quickly, another finger pushing inside you as well. Your core was tight and hot and your walls clung to him.
You didn’t care anymore, you needed Michael to fuck you. “Yes.” You whispered and let your head fall back against the wall, arching your back and grinding your hips into his hand. His palm rested against your clit and provided enough friction for you to pull yourself to an orgasm. This wasn’t about surviving anymore, no, this was about primal human instincts, something even Michael couldn’t escape from. He curled his fingers faster and grabbed a fist full of your hair with his other hand and started walking.
It was hard to do but you let him lead you out of the room and down the hall to a room with a bed, his fingers still inside you and working to bring you to orgasm, you were dripping wet around them. Once you were in the desired room he sat you down on the bed and pushed you flat on your back. You had no time to sit up before he ripped the rest of your clothes off, your shoes and all. You were naked in front of him, it felt so raw and wrong. How old was he anyway? Wasn’t he sixty? Fuck, it turned you on even more. Everything about this was so fucking wrong and disgusting.
A hand was on your throat again and he climbed on top of you. His gaze was inescapable. “Please.” You begged as you looked up at him. No emotion. He simply squeezed your neck and leaned down so his face was next to yours. His breath was hot on your skin as he made his way down your body. Chills rose on every part of you, your legs spreading on their own to welcome him. Your mind raced and you cried out when his beard rubbed against your thighs. ‘This is real. This is really happening.’ You closed your eyes and arched your back, bliss and fear rippling through you. Something about this felt so horribly amazing. Privilege, that’s what you had. If only you knew how lucky you were he decided to succumb to your advances instead of what he originally planned.
He definitely didn’t plan on this, he had no idea why his head was between your legs. He also had no idea what he was doing, the only experience he had was watching. In his life, he’d seen most of what you could expect a stalker killer to witness, but acting it out was something entirely different. You weren’t complaining though, his tongue was talented enough to convince you he wasn’t as inexperienced as he really was.
“Michael.” You moaned. God. What would Laurie think? The thought made you feel incredibly disgusting and humiliated, this was so wrong and fucked up.
Thankfully you were unable to think too much on it after Michael sat up, grabbing you by your thighs and pulling you to him so your hips were flush against his. He looked over your bare body, his rough hands roaming over your soft skin. He was crazy about how it felt under his touch. So supple and pure, it was perfect. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t killed him, you were so perfect and pure.
You closed your eyes and waited, hearing the movement of fabric as he pulled his cock out. You still felt disgusted and violated, but at the same time, you wanted it. You tried to convince yourself that this was the only way, and you were mostly right, but there were many chances you could have escaped. Your thoughts were cut short when you felt his cock push against your cunt. Snapping your eyes open you let out a huff of air and sat up, looking at him nervously.
He pushed you back down roughly and kept his hand at your throat, holding you down as he guided his cock into you. Your walls happily accepted him inside you and you groaned. God, he felt amazing. “Fuck.” Your breath was choppy. Looking back into his eyes you shivered when you saw he was already staring into yours. His hand at your throat tightened as he moved deeper inside you until the tip of him bumped your cervix. ‘Please don’t try to go further.’ You thought. If he tried you most certainly would die from the pain.
Eyes remained locked as he began thrusting, his movements were rough and quick. Then was when you lost your ability to look at him, your eyelids fluttered shut. The pressure was building up in your head from the choking but for some reason, you didn’t mind, it was different when he didn’t want to kill you.
You wished he was vocal. It was unsettling how quiet he was as he fucked you but at least his eyes were no longer drilling into yours. His hips smashed into yours so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if he broke them. He fucked you with no mercy, quick and hard and deep, your core tingled when he changed an angle and his skin ground roughly against your clit. “Oh god.” You cried out and grabbed at him, your hands clasping together around the back of his neck. The urge to kiss him was so strong it propelled you to do something about it.
You opened your eyes and tried to sit up but he pushed you back into the mattress with his hand at your throat. Okay, predictable. “Let me fuck you.” You were going to have to be vocal. “Please.” You tried to sit up again and he paused to think before letting you do so. You pushed him into a sitting position and climbed into his lap, running your hands over the fabric of his coveralls. They had blood stains all over them which was surprisingly okay with you. Through half-lidded eyes you slipped his cock inside you, shuddering.
His hands settled at your waist first, savoring the feeling of your warm smooth skin. His eyes drifted over your naked form, from your navel piercing to your nipples. You were so fit, it was overwhelming for someone his age. He slid his hands up your body, his fingers rubbing over your nipples momentarily before he continued upwards and gripped your neck with both hands.
You bit your lip and looked down at him before you started rocking your hips. He made the first verbal noise he had since you met him, he groaned. The noise sent a shock wave of pleasure through you and you tossed your head back while his fingers tightened around your neck. “Yes.” You muttered and moved against him in what felt like a ritualistic dance, you were so wet it felt slippery where you were connected. The urge to kiss him came back and you looked back to him, surprised to see he wasn’t already looking in your eyes. He was looking over your body but when he felt you looking at him he automatically met your gaze. ‘Fuck it.’ You thought and leaned down to smash your lips against his. He gladly kissed back but for only a few short seconds before he grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked your head back. His teeth then latched on to your neck and you gasped, the walls of your cunt clenching around him as a reaction to the pain.
You felt an orgasm a building so you started moving faster on his cock, sliding up and down on the slick organ. Apparently, he was nearing his own end as well, he kept one hand on your throat and moved the other to grip your hip. He helped you move so you were bouncing on his cock. Before you could register it your orgasm grabbed you by the throat. “Michael!” You called out and gasped, grinding hard down on him. “Michael! Yes!”
He came a bit after you, grabbing you by the shoulders under your arms and pulling you down on him. His cock was buried deep into your pussy when he came, his hot cum coating your insides felt like heaven. He let out a deep groan and thrust up to you once more before the wave of pleasure left you. You sighed and left kisses all over his face, the result of the hormones that followed your orgasm. You felt on cloud nine and everything that felt wrong before was made right.
You looked down at Michael through half-lidded tired eyes and saw he was staring right back at you. Well, now what?