Scenario 1: It’s Halloween night cold and breezy outside. You just got done with a party out drinking, smoking, sniffing whatever all dressed up with your friends. (Obviously you’re not) You’re wearing your skimpy costume, what did you decide to be? A seductive vampire? A slutty nurse? A naughty school girl? A sexy clown or mime? The hauk tuah girl ffs it doesn’t matter because what this night would have store for you. You look at the time and decide to split from the party oddly tonight your friends don’t leave with you. You decide to take a shortcut through the woods maybe because you had really make it to work in the morning or maybe you decided it’d be in the spirt of the holiday. As you near the entrance of the woods you see a tall guy dressed in a bomber jacket, steel toed boots, a cheap mask cocked up just enough to have the rose of my cigarette illuminate my sharp masculine face. You walk up to me asking for a smoke. A little voice in your head tells you that you know better not to talk to strangers at this hour. You’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight so that voice gets pushed aside like chekov’s gun. You ask me for a smoke; which you love to do in only in your special occasions. I smirk, put out my still half smoked cigarette, while pulling down my mask simultaneously and hand you a fresh one from a pack of spirits. Odd but okay.. you think to yourself. We make small talk. you ask: “so you smoke spirits?” “Yeah they last long. What are you supposed to be?” “I don’t know? Can’t you tell?” Your half joking sarcastic response is met with silence. In this awkward moment the cigarette finds its way between you lip, you hear the click of a zippo and inhale. Before you can clear the smoke. You hear leaves crunching as I walk away. “It’s unsafe to be out this late. You should get home.” I say with my back turned away. You let out a sigh and think “what a freak”as you step into the woods. Or did you say it out loud, like a silly little girl? You check your six to find me turned around halfway across the street watching you. You sense furrowed hooded eyes peering at you angrily from underneath that cheap expressionless mask. You start walking faster around the bend into the woods. Hoping you’re safe without that creep staring into your soul you let out a sigh and begin walking along the path. It’s awfully dark out besides the moonlight the ember from the cigarette lights your way. They really do last long you think to yourself. You turn the bend and hear a twig snap behind you. Your heart jumps and you turn around to see something that makes it sink. A familiar silhouette of a man. (It’s me duh 🕴🏻) you break off into a run hoping to loose me in the dark and find a place to hide. You hear leaves crunching quickly behind you as you turn a few bends and duck under a bridge like some JRPG horro protagonists. You hear the leaves catch up above turning into stomps on the wooden overpass. There’s silence for a bit as you hear feel your heart pulsing in your throat. Then you hear them cross the bridge and fade off into the woods. You let out a sigh and turn your back to leave just to feel cold leathery fingers wrap around your warm soft neck. “But how did he..?” You look down to see your still lit cigarette burning bright enough to give your hiding spot away. How cliché! You’re one silly bitch. I yank you back and slap it out of your hands it’s dark now. You feel my arm hold you by the neck, against my body, my crotch squarely pressed against your ass with my cock stabbing you between your cheeks and my cold fingers wrapped around you mouth. I shush you while letting out a chuckle. You should’ve known better the little voice in your head give you an I told you so moment you find me saying it simultaneously. I’m in your head. With my arm on your mouth I reach over and begin groping you. You try to scream but it doesn’t work you hear my belt unbuckle while while you feel something deceptively warm creep up on your ass. I pull my cock out it’s soft but it’s getting hard. You know what happens next. You feel me push you against the wall as you fall down on your knees you scream just for me to yank you by your hair, putting your face against my cock. You feel a sting on your cheek and see stars while I slap your pathetic little jaw open and force you to give me head. Every time you beg and plead you’re met with more punishment and insults. I pull you up by your hair and push you against the cold concrete you hear me rip and tear off your skimpy costume that you worked so hard on. My cock forces it’s way into your pussy, as I pull your thighs open, while you attempt to resist. I’m fucking you senseless while you cry and beg ruining your makeup. You look back to try to catch a glimpse of the face of your assailant just to feel it pressed up against you. “Don’t you dare look at me you stupid slut. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. If you look back I’ll snap your neck.” There’s only one way you’re getting out of this alive if at all. You obey. After a while you stop begging and pleading you’re broken. You feel me cum all over you and what’s left of your tattered pretty costume. I pull you over my back and take you out the woods. You’re my prize now. I carry you to a car parked right outside and throw you in the trunk bound by rope and gaged in my trunk begging and crying. I pull out your license from your purse with your address slide it back and throw it in with you. All you hear now in this dark trunk is my engine vibrate as the wheels jump into motion and drive away from the woods. After a while of sobbing to yourself you hear the breaks screech the wheels to a stop. I open the trunk take you up to your place and put you down on your feet. There’s no trick or treaters out anymore not this late. I plant you down and untie your bonds while promising I’ll be back again especially since I know where you live. You see me turn to leave around the block where I parked my car and speed away. You reach into your phone to try and call the police but it’s conveniently dead. You can’t help but feel that perverted guilt wash over you as the voice in your head sounding different now gets your to admit you liked it. Scenario 2 This one’s much the same except you get a knock on your door a bit after curfew. You open it thinking it’s just some more trick or treaters just to have my force my way in and have my way with you in at your own place. I drag you to your room by my hair after I’m done and keep going over and over again until I’m satisfied and leave much the same promising to be back.