Page 12 of The Nightmare King

“Would you like that, Lucy? You’re not doing what you’re told. I said to open the door.”

I had the distinct feeling I was not alone. Even the cats dispersed to hide under the sofa and the black and white television set. “Stop trying to frighten me, Mare. Let’s talk.”

“OPEN THE DOOR!” he shouted, making me drop the phone and realize something even scarier and more unsettling than him yelling at me. I heard him through the phone… I also heard him in the house.

He was here.

Inside with me.

The carpet snagged between my toes, and the floorboard creaked as I made my way down the hall to the bedroom. Too vivid, too real, I hated how real this all was. My always bare feet, as if he were taunting me as if to rub it in my face how tactile everything was in my dreams. Nothing was a foggy mass of nonsense anymore when I went to sleep. Peace never found me, no blissful escape into darkness and rest, no, it was only him on the other side now.

And tonight, he was angry with me.

My room was just like my real-life room. Just my queen-sized bed, messy lavender sheets. Right across from my bed, my closet door was ajar.

Open the door, he’d said.

Not the front door.

This was the door.

The monster in my closet.

The call coming from inside the house.

I had the feeling I couldn’t run away. Like I was a lamb to slaughter, and my butcher was toying with me.

Counting down from three in my head, I held my breath and pulled the knob.

He stood before me, tall, broad, draped in black, and wearing a ghost face mask. Holding a long knife, he tilted his white, long-masked face, and I screamed, stumbling backward and falling onto the bed.

“Say I’m not real again, Lilac,” he growled, still angling the knife as he took a heavy step forward. “Would you like to see if my knife feels real? Shall we play a little game and see if gutting you like a baby deer makes you stay with me?” He leaned over me and pressed the knife into the side of my neck.

The cold metal and those murderous threats should have scared me senseless… so why did I feel a rush of heat flood my core?

“What do you want me to do?” I gasped out, desperate to make him happy, to ease his anger. “I’ll do anything. Do you think I want to wake up? I don’t. I want you and only you.”

Mare hummed in his throat, and I wished I could see past the long white and black mask. “I’ll tell you once my dick is inside you and my blade is under your skin. Take off your pants and spread your legs for me.”

Tilting his head in that unnerving way he towered over me and watched as I obeyed his command. I was naked from the waist down when I laid back on the bed, perching a heel on the two bottom corners of the bed. Exposed, bare, feeling the Halloween night air cool against my wet center. For the first time, I wondered… what if this is real?

It was impossible… right?

“Can you take off the mask?” I asked, breathless, as he loomed like a demon at the foot of my bed. “I want to see you.”

“You don’t get to make demands. Not after all you continue to put me through.” His tone was harsh, and he was still so angry.

“Why are you mad at me?” My knees trembled, and I gasped as he trailed a lazy finger down my wet slit.

Reaching under his black robe he pulled out his cock and stroked himself, positioning right over my naked core. “Touch yourself,” he demanded. “Right now.”

I did as I was told, slipping my fingers over my erect clit and rubbing as I watched him. He pumped his cock harder and faster, breathing heavily until suddenly, he yanked my hand out of the way. “What are you?—“

My question died in my throat, and I could only watch as he came atop my pussy. Ribbons of cum soaked me, sliding down my center warm and erotic. I moaned as he then positioned himself on top of me, pressing his still hard cock against the sticky liquid of our combined pleasure.

“You know what’s going to happen, Lilac?” Mare rubbed the flat side of the knife against my cheek before slowly pulling it down my neck and over my breasts. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you don’t question if I’m real or not. When you wake up in the morning, you’ll know from how sore you feel.”

“Yes,” I panted, the sensation of the knife trailing down my stomach and stopping at the apex of my thighs. His hard and rounded tip nudged at my opening, and I sucked in a breath feeling him push inside. “God,” I moaned. “You feel so?—“

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