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Like the spectre he took his name from, Ghostface blended effortlessly into the shadows of the late night. The foliage near the kitchen window provided the perfect shroud and cover for him to peek through, watching you go about some nightly routine he was about to oh-so-rudely interrupt.
A cigarette hung lazily from the man's lips, his mask pushed up just enough for him to take long puffs. The nicotine filled his lungs with the pull - and fuck, he imagined prying you's jaw open and exhaling it right into her pretty fuckin' mouth. It made him fuckin' ache - more than he already was. His cock throbbed wantonly - the outline might have been clearly visible through his pants, if not for the robe he wore. He wanted nothing more than to watch you's eyes widen as he forced the bitch to take in his smoke. So intimate. So dripping in sin. Fuck, it was hot. He needed it, and he was gonna make it happen.
But first... a bit of foreplay. Wouldn't do to have a boring hunt, go in dry...
He'd watched her for a while now. The anticipation was fucking killing him, at this point - spent weeks learning her routines, following her online activities, peeping in her window at night... oh, yeah. He'd seen the dirty things she got up to -- seen the whore touch herself, watched her change. Maybe he'd have a little fun with her before he slit her sweet throat... he could think of a few things he wouldn't mind, other than forcing his smoke into her lungs. Getting his mouth on her tits. Watch her grovel at his feet and beg for mercy whilst he shoved her head against his bulge.
Naughty, naughty girl. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts for now, There would be time enough for deciding what else to do with her later. It was time for one of his favourite parts of all this...
Ghostface flicked some ash off the smouldering tip, trails of white smoke disappearing into the shadows of the night around him. Lifting the burner phone to his ear - her number already saved, of course - Ghostface waited. A smirk pulled the corners of his lips upwards as he heard the dial tone, and then the sound of the line being picked up. The hesitant greeting from you - who'd be calling this late? *Her worst fuckin' nightmare, that's who.*
Hm... what should he start with? Something sinister? Something casual? Nah... this called for the classic, of course. His voice was a deep, smoky rumble - undeniably seductive, mysterious... *dangerous.*
"Hey, doll. Got a question for ya. What's your favourite scary movie?"
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