Page 33 of Horror and Chill
“Wanna see me fuck myself with it?” I ask.
The screen explodes.
GothDaddy69:HELL YES
NotACopIPromise:Do it.
TonyFromAccounting:Oh god, please.
GutterPrince:I will tattoo your name on my cock.
User259:PLEASE.
ThighHighPriest:YES MA’AM.
I smirk and set my phone in the tripod so I can be hands-free. The camera’s set wide enough to catch most of the barn now, a calculated risk I took earlier to show off the full spread of gore.
Then, someone types something new.
NotACopIPromise:Who is that behind you?
The comment stalls me mid-step. I blink at the screen.
Another one pops up.
DarkRoomDoll:Wait... who the fuck is that?
And another.
DadIssuesUnresolved:Behind you. Oh my god.
I whirl around so fast I nearly drop the knife. My heart is in my throat, pounding like it’s trying to break out.
And there he is.
Standing across the barn, half in shadow, half bathed in the amber flicker of my lighting. Head to toe in black, silent, still, and watching me with a mask I’ve never seen before.
It’s shaped like a skull, but not quite. A marriage betweenThe PurgeandThe Punisher, sharp angles and black void eyes.
My stomach flips. I can’t tell if it’s panic or desire.
“You came,” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer. Just takes a step forward.
I can’t breathe. I don’t know what this is. Whatheis. He could kill me right here. Slit my throat and leave me bleeding across the floor like an art piece. I dared him to come. I asked for this. But now that he’s here?—
"Are you going to hurt me?" I ask.
He nods, and the world tilts sideways as he steps closer, my thighs clenching without permission.
"Are you going to kill me?"
He shakes his head and takes one final step, closing the distance until I can smell him—tobacco, marine soap, sweat, and something heavier, like regret clinging to his skin.
I tip my head up, staring at the mask, at the soulless black behind the eye holes. I don't see his face, but I feel him. The weight of him. The heat.
He raises one gloved hand and waves.
