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I hesitate before sliding my finger sweetly between her lips, instantly shivering in pleasure. She’s not just excited; she’sdripping.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I lose all control and come hard into my fist, soaking the front of my pants in cum. My mask thankfully muffles my moans as my body jerks and flexes while lightly hunching forward. I continue to slide my finger up and down her wet slit a couple more times while rubbing out the last drops of my ejaculation, imagining our wetness mixing together. “Oh God,” I whimper as my fingers hit her clit. It’s swollen and peeking out between her lips, begging to be touched.Fuck it.I begin to trace her clit, moving my finger further south as I stroke her wet opening. She moans softly against her pillow as my cock aches in my hand, overwhelmed and exhausted. I collect her arousal and bring my fingers to my mask, slipping it up. I stare at her wetness glistening in the moonlight, rubbing the tips of my fingers together, admiring how it glows a faint blue.

Mine.

I immediately open my mouth, sucking my fingers clean, my eyes rolling in satisfaction.Fuck. She tastes so good—too fucking good. She’s something I can become very addicted to very easily.

As my excitement calms, my senses return, and I have to force myself to back away from her body. It takes all my strength to slide the furs back up around her naked self, my muscles flexing as I fight my own strength, refusing to climb on top and bury my dick in her right here and now. I need to get away from here, away from her.

I fix my sack, returning the thick, burlap mask to my face as I begin to step toward the window when she stirs. The immediate fear of being seen rushes me as I panic and run out the bedroom door instead of the window. I quickly rush down the steps and silently make my escape without getting seen... this time. My racing heart slowly steadies as I exhale, ducking into the shadows and begin to walk toward the forest. The image of her naked body remains burned into my mind, the feel of her wetness still lingering on my lips. She’s consuming my entire being, but why?

Fuck. Reality begins to brutally settle into my thoughts. I’ve not just seen and stalked her; I’ve felt and tasted her. How am I supposed to just go back to casually existing, playing the game and sitting outside her window, watching her? Part of me begins to wonder what it would be like to be with her…Fuck, no.I snap at myself.She’s not the type I can fuck—she’s a doll. I need to keep my distance.Even as I think this, parts of my consciousness scramble to figure out how it would feel if I was to slither inside her tight body.Fuck, get your shit together!I snap at myself, wandering back in the direction of the haunted woods.

She’s a creation, a fucking doll.You can’t do this. You need to control yourself. You’re not Stingy Jack; you can’t just go fucking people without their knowledge.I run my tongue along my lips, the taste of her lingering as I savor the reminiscingmoment. “Fuck,” I groan out. Having morals, even just a measly few, sucks ass sometimes. “Okay, I’ll go back one more night. That’s it. Then, I’ll stop. I’ll leave her alone, no more stalking, no more hyper fixation, just focus on the game.” That little bargain sounds easier in my head versus speaking it out loud.Right, I can do this, one last time and it’s over.

Just one more night.

Chapter 4

The BOOGEYMAN

Ifeel as though tonight can’t get here any slower if it were trying. However, despite my excitement and need to see her again, I’m unfortunately not alone. This time, all three of my shadowing minions decide to tag along, thanks to Havoc’s ridiculous words:

“Danger here, danger there, danger, danger everywhere. Boss must have the company of three while he sits upon the knowing tree.”

Charisma is enamored by the idea of a doll walking around in Nightmare. They’re eager and ready to lay their pale purple eyes on the creation with the unusual hair and mismatched eyes. Sullen, on the other hand, could give two shits about anyone other than himself—except for Charisma, which is the only reason he decided to tag along.

Havoc skips ahead of the rest of us, leading the way as we try to keep up with her surprisingly fast strides. For such a little thing, she’s always extremely quick on her feet, even while wearing those ridiculous platform shoes.

“I still don’t see why you all had to join me tonight,” I grumble to Havoc as she dances along the dry, winding dirt path that leads up to the doll’s home.

“Oh, but youdoknow why, boss man. Such a naughty bug you’ve been.” She taps her button eye and giggles to herself, her grin stretching in such an unnatural way. My cheeks burn with embarrassment beneath my mask as I remain silent, wondering how the hell she could possibly know what I did. “Fireflies must be careful, for they could be squashed and make a messy mess. Frightful fate for fluttering friends, to lose their playthings in the end,” she rambles, making less and less sense.What the fuck is she even saying?

“I must say,” Charisma chimes in with their ostentatious tone, “I can’t wait to see this pretty little doll Havoc has been going on and on about.” They flick their feather boa at Sullen's irritated face while blowing him a kiss, causing the redhead to hiss, his demon eyes burning with annoyance as his devil tail slaps away Charisma’s feathers.

“Dolly is quite pretty, is she not, boss?” Havoc beams while singing the last of her words. I growl a low warning at Havoc’s teasing tone. No way am I falling into that trap.

The four of us quickly approach the large, decrepit home perched peacefully atop a lonely hill. “You three are not to enter the home, do you understand me?” I quietly snap.

“Well, you’re no fun,” Charisma snarks. I roll my eyes while approaching the large black tree that grows next to the home, carefully beginning my regular ritual of climbing the tree and scaling the thick branches that reach the outside of the doll’s window.

Idiots, all of them. I don’t understand why they had to tag along, but I wish they’d just fucking leave.

As I reach the large, lingering branch that scrapes against the glass of her window, I peek inside to spy not one, but all three of the fucking minions just standing around the doll’s bed.What the fuck?I push forward, swinging the window open as I tumble inside.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I snap harshly, trying to keep my words quiet, breathing heavily as I stand.

Havoc giggles, kicking her feet as she plops down at the foot of the sleeping doll’s bed, picking at her sharp teeth. Charisma carefully raises the stuffed rat’s body, pinching their nose as they examine it closely, their face doing a piss-poor job at masking their obvious disgust as they respond.

“Havoc over here let us in, right through the front door. Why else would it be unlocked if she didn’t want visitors?” They continue to poke at the limp, stuffed rat. “It seems your doll is knocked out for the night. What a shame. We were really looking forward to playing with your new toy.” They toss the rat down in revulsion. “Plus, you know how much Sullen likes these creations.”

Sullen grins, his fluorescent face paint smeared like a Glasgow smile as his fiery pupils clash against the blacks of his eyes. “What’s the matter, boss? Don’t trust us with your new toy?” he asks, his voice low and demonic.

My breathing increases at the same alarming rate with which my patience disappears. I feel a surge of anger rush through me as the blood in my veins begins to boil. My hands curl into fists at my side, trembling with rage as I stare at the three of them, all smiling as they watch me. Of course I don’t trust them with her. These three love to wreak chaos, especially Havoc. They get off on torturing and killing wandering souls and creations like Blue. Normally, I’m the same, but there’s something about Blue that makes me stop and question myself.

“Good thing Havoc brought you dolly,” she sings, rocking her head back and forth as she kicks her feet.

“What?” I blink, her response hitting me out of nowhere. I look at the slumbering doll as a question hits me. “How is she still asleep? You three are anything but quiet.”

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