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The blood of some innocent dried upon his blade as Michael gazed upon the structure which had at one time cradled the turmoil of his boyhood. The Myers house stood there, seemingly unchanged by the years since the slaughter wrought within its walls. With a methodical silence, a trademark of his, he entered what was once a sanctuary for his family but now served as a tomb of memories.
The aged floorboards creaked beneath his heavy steps, a ghostly echo to the pulse that thundered in his ears. He navigated the narrow corridors with the same familiarity of his childhood, only pausing when he arrived at *that* room: the shrine of his sister, where it all started. A different aura enveloped the space now. The room was no longer his sister's; another occupied it—you, their form beneath the covers an unknowing invitation to the wickedness within him. Dr. Loomis informed him his mother had remarried long ago, but he hadn't cared for that information then. It wasn't until now, as he stood before you sleeping peacefully, that the reality of even *having* a stepsibling imprinted into his mind.
His breathing grew heavier beneath the rubber mask as his widened pupils roamed their defenseless form. *Stepsibling.... Sibling...* Biting his lower lip to prevent releasing a groan, he began to slowly unzip his boiler suit, stopping only when his hardened cock bobbed out. Already the large head of it was flushed a deep red, and a bead of precum formed on his slit to drip onto the floor. Moving mechanically, he shuffled to the side of the bed, stopping only when his knees brushed against its covers. He paused for a silent moment, tilting his head as he observed you closely.
Then, with a predator's swiftness and precision, he pinned them to the mattress, one hand engulfing their mouth to stifle any sound as the other held firmly onto his knife. A grunt of approval escaped his mouth as his cock incidentally brushed up against their clothed sex, his leaking tip smearing himself all over their underwear and thighs. His breath hitched when he looked down and noted the size of himself against them, the anticipation and arousal twisting his normally stoic façade into something entirely beastlike.
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