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He thrusts inside me once, twice, before reaching for a corn on the side of the ground.

“Open your mouth,” he commands.

I shake my head, staring defiantly into the pumpkin mask’s carved-out eyes—two black holes. When he notices I’m not listening, his hand grips both sides of my cheeks, pressing them together until my lips protrude, and then he pushes the corn against my half-parted lips before pushing it inside me completely.

He thrusts into me, the sound of his hips slamming against mine slicing through the October night air. Each groan that escapes his lips ignites something within me—damn, it’s intoxicating.

“You’re going to take this corn like the good little slut you are, spreading your legs for a stranger in a pumpkin mask,” he moans, ordering me, pushing the corn until it hits the back of my throat.

I gag around it, the taste horrible as my eyes water, but he leaves me no other choice than to accept it. I’m so turned on right now, lost in the feeling as he thrusts inside me with ease, my arousal coating his length. It doesn’t take long before I’m clenching around him, desperately seeking release, coiling tighter.

“Beg me to let you come,” he whispers, grunting out his pleasure before removing the corn from my mouth.

I cough out, gathering my breath before looking straight into the pumpkin mask’s eyes.

“Fuck. Please let me come.”

“You’re pretty when you beg,” he murmurs, and I imagine a hint of a smirk on his lips behind the mask.

He hits that sweet spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back, and before I know it, an orgasm is tearing me apart.

“Beg!” he shouts, anger and command lingering in his words.

“Please let me come. Please!”

When he stuffs the corn back into my mouth, pushing it until it hits the back of my throat, that’s when the orgasm fully takes over every part of me. He sends me plummeting to my death, his thrusts relentless, until I’m sure I’ll bruise. He moves faster, his curses loud as he gags me with the corn.

“That’s fucking it,” he groans, and then he’s coming inside me, filling me up.

My eyelids flutter closed, the corn leaving my mouth as I’m finally able to breathe properly again. He slips out of me, and I’m unable to open my eyes as fatigue takes over, the ecstasy having washed over me like a wave I’m now forced to ride out.

When I eventually come down from the pleasure-induced high and sit up, I still feel the remnants of his touch—how he slithered into me, digging a hole for just him, despite the fleeting moment we shared.

As I open my eyes, he is nowhere to be seen, as if withered away by the wind, and I’m left wondering if the pumpkin man was real or a figment of my haunted imagination, at last possessed by the phantoms on this Halloween night.

The Puppet

One year ago. Halloween night.

A lingering sense ofobsession fuels my insides once more.Fuck, she is gorgeous. The overwhelming need takes root deep within me, slithering through my heart ever since I first laid eyes on her that fateful Halloween night years ago. There’s only one thing I can do—I need to have her, to own her completely, aswe’vealways dreamed.

Lifting my phone, I callhim,listening to the annoying beep of the signal before he picks up. Excitement thrums through me, a dark pulse in the air.

“Hello?” The gruff voice crackles on the other end, distorted from the bad connection this far away from town. It coils a deep pleasure within me, making my cock stir for the second time tonight.

“I’ve been watching her again, and I finally had my taste. She’s the perfect doll,” I tell him, knowing this is the start of our carefully crafted plan.

“I know she is,” he replies, a smirk evident in his voice, and I can picture his twisted grin.

It’s finally time to own what I’ve claimed as mine. The countdown toward Halloween next year has begun.

As I lower the phone, a wicked grin spreads across my own lips. I can almost imagine the terror on her face, the sweet, delicious panic that I’d lick up—comfort.

As my doll master has always said, a doll must be broken before being remade, and my little pumpkin will become the perfect subject.

Game fucking on.

Chapter 3

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