Page 41 of Shadowface

Eventually, her body slackened, and her hands reached for my face. Scraping, pulling and yanking the cloth mask. It wasn’t the frantic clawing one would expect someone to exert when they were dying.

She wanted to see me.

Her body and mind gave in to me, and my hand found her soft breast. I leaned down and brushed my lips against her, tickling her earlobe with my mask.

“Pretty girls shouldn’t sleep in the dark,” I had whispered. “It’s where the monsters hide.”

Her clawing hands froze, and her body stiffened in response. She didn’t move or scream, even though I could clearly see the whites of her eyes sparkling from the light in her window.

She stared right at me…for the first time, she could see me. My fractured essence manifested through her vision of my mask.

Her heart rate evened out. Not a single uptick in its beat as I enjoyed her soft, supple flesh under my fingers. All she could do was part her lips and stare at me, unblinking.

I pulled the blankets off, revealing her supple body. Her legs parted, allowing me to slide between them as she wrapped her thighs around me.

I fit into her like the last piece of a puzzle.

I leaned down and kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. My hand drifted between her legs, and I slipped my fingers between the fabric of her underwear, teasing her clit before slowly removing her panties.

Her little cunt was dripping like I knew it would be.

I unzipped my pants, pressed my cock into her, and I fucked her slowly, lovingly. And I enjoyed how tight her pussy was as I worked my way into her.

Blood on the sheets afterward caused my heart and head to split. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. I truly loved her.

That’s when I let go.

That’s when everything went dark.

I have no idea how long ago that was, but I can tell Summer is older now. Her face has matured, her tits are slightly bigger, her curves more defined.

Her life almost ended that night, but I’m thankful it didn’t. Because I prefer blood to asphyxiation, and when I kill her, I want there to be lots of blood.

My fingers run over her face, visions of her crystal blue eyes gouged out waking up the part of me society can’t handle.

I usually go for the eyes first, petrified and pretty. Eyes that cry. It’s what Shadowface did to all his victims, too.

Her breathing becomes shallow, and her body relaxes under my touch. She remains in a deep slumber, her body completely limp.

My hands slip to her breast and her nipples instantly tighten, and in her molten state, she moans like she missed it.

“Did you miss me, pretty girl?” I whisper.

Given she still sleeps with an open window, even after I defiled her, I would say she does.

My hand finds her cunt, my fingers slipping just inside her folds. She parts her lips and arches her back, but it’s not because she’s awake; it’s how her body always responds to me.

I keep pushing her until the muscles tighten around my fingers, and she finally lets go and squirts her juices all over my hand.

He must have given her something to keep her unconscious, which means she’s not in the semiconscious state I want her in.

The state where dreams seem real.

With my fingers deep inside her, I lean over her tight body. “I’m going to kill you soon, Summer.” I press a kiss on her cheek. “Sweet dreams, pretty girl.”

It’s a promise.

I smile at how easy it would be to take her—to slide my blade over her throat and move it up her ivory face until all she sees is the sharp shiny edge.