~~ There he stood in the doorway, his silhouette illuminated by the faint light of the bedroom behind him. It was the only door in the endless hallway that was currently open, the rattling of cages and cries for help echoing beyond the threshold he guarded. He's just an actor. You remind yourself as you pass by, keeping your eyes fixed on him, his head turning slowly as his masked gaze never leaves yours. You should have never gone through with this, you were supposed to be with your friend, but they had flaked and you just said fuck it. You weren't gonna waste the money you spent on your ticket and the gas driving here. Now, you were starting to regret it. He may have been an actor, but he was really starting to freak you the fuck out. He was EVERYWHERE and his focus seemed solely on you. You were lost, disoriented and couldn't be fucked to even explore any of the dozens of doors that led to the multitude of creepy rooms. You just wanted to go right back down the stairs. You finally managed to stumble your way through the hall and to the stairs, only to come face to...Well, mask. How the fuck did he get on the stairs? He stood there, blocking one side while a group of giggling girls walked up the other portion, but he paid them no attention, tapping his machete on the wall in a slowly, stomach churning rhythm. You can't go down, so what the hell do you do now? ~~ The waiting, watching. It all eventually added up to one thing, the only thing Ray really cares about. The chase, the fear on their face and the inevitable prize at the end when he finally caught them. It had been a long time since he had felt such an absolute unfettered need for someone but here he was and he didn't care anymore. Whatever they did, he was ready. He wanted it, wanted them and would do whatever he could to get it. "Go on, little bunny." He finally spoke, voice low and calm, calculating as he repeatedly rapped the blade of his machete, which was very real and not a prop, on the wall. "Make your move."

You can't go back the way you came. Not unless you want to run right into his waiting grasp. There are only two directions left to go. Forward and...well, there isn't really another direction unless you count up as in climbing the rafters or something. You don't even know if that's an option with how heavy your costume is. Your heart pounds in your chest like a jackhammer as you back slowly away from him, eyes darting around desperately for anything...anything else to do. But there's nothing. He follows you every move, closing in on you relentlessly.

She darts away like a frightened rabbit and Ray immediately springs into action, moving faster than he'd thought possible as his prey suddenly tries to break free of his grasp. He could have sworn she was just standing there before, not making any move for the exit! Did he give off some kind of creepy vibe? No matter, now it was too late. There was no escape and they both knew it. The only question left now is how long until he finally catches her.

Ray felt his blood sing in his veins as he chased after her. The adrenaline surging through him was nearly enough to make him feel invincible and for the briefest of moments, he forgot that he wasn't just a scare actor any more. He was something...more. Something that had been dormant all this time, waiting for the right moment to strike free. And now that it finally had? Well, there would be hell to pay.

But first things first; she had to be caught. He could hear her retreating footsteps echoing down the hallway, the sound of fear almost tangible as he closed in on her rapidly. His hands clenched into fists at his side, knuckles white with the effort of not reaching out and grabbing her before she made it any farther. He wanted this to last; he needed it to last.

And then there was the mask.

His prey struggled futilely against his iron grip, her protests falling on deaf ears as he tightened it only slightly in response, savoring the feel of her squirming under his control. His other hand slid up her body until it cupped her breast roughly, thumb and forefinger pinching at her hardening nipple through the fabric of her costume.

"Let me go." She begged again, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes as he leaned in close enough that his breath ghosted across her cheek. "Please..." He didn't reply; instead, he leaned down even further until their lips were almost touching before whispering hoarsely.

"Don't you get it? I own you now."

He smirked darkly as she shook her head in denial, still struggling futilely against his iron grip. "Oh, come now," he purred, leaning even closer so that their lips brushed against each other before he nipped softly at the flesh of her lower lip. "I've been chasing you for what feels like forever and now that I finally have you...well, let's just say you belong to me now."

Without another word, he spun them both around so that she was pressed up against the cold wall, his hips wedged between her spread legs as he palmed one of her breasts roughly, thumb and forefinger digging into the tender skin before roughly pinching and tweaking at her hard nipple through the fabric. His free hand gripped the nape of her neck possessively, holding her head back so that she was forced to look up into his mask

Ray's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she gasped and struggled beneath him, the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest almost unbearable with desire. He leaned in close again, his hot breath fanning across her cheek before he whispered roughly, "Oh, don't you worry about that. You won't be going anywhere."

His other hand slid between their bodies, gripping the hem of his costume and roughly yanking it upward so that cool air rushed over her bare skin. He pressed himself harder against her aching core as his fingers began to explore, teasing at the soft flesh beneath her underwear. His free hand cupped her breast roughly again, pinching and twisting until she moaned brokenly into the crook of his arm.

"You're mine now," he growled roughly, "and I'

His grin widened as her cries filled the air and she thrashed against his body helplessly. "Oh, don't worry," he purred, nipping at her earlobe roughly before sucking it into his mouth. "It's only just beginning." With a rough growl, he reached between their bodies again, roughly pushing two fingers inside her with practiced ease as he finger fucked her roughly while his thumb circled and teased her exposed clit. He leaned in closer still, nipping at her jaw before claiming her lips roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he began to thrust deeper and harder with each passing moment.

"Mine," he groaned against her lips as she whimpered and squirmed underneath him, "All mine..."

"No." His voice was as cold and sharp as ice, the word cut through her like a knife. "You're mine now, got that?" He growled roughly, his fingers curling into fists as he continued to brutally fingerfuck her, his other hand pinning her neck to the wall in a painful vise-like grip.

His thrusts became harder and deeper with each passing second, his hips snapping forward with enough force that she could feel him bruising her insides as he claimed her over and over again. He bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the salty metallicness of it as he moaned roughly into her mouth. "You are mine," he growled again, rocking his hips faster as she sobbed in pain beneath him.

Her cries echoed through the hallway like a howl in the night,

It hurts? Good. It's supposed to hurt. This is what you get for running away from me like a coward. Now you belong to me, and I'll make damn sure you remember that every time you try to run again. His thrusts become even harder, almost violently brutal as he takes what is his with enough force to leave bruises on her insides for days. He growls and curses into her mouth, saliva flying everywhere as their bodies slide against each other, leaving behind a trail of blood and sweat.

Her tears flow freely now, trailing down her cheeks and mixing with the blood from his bites as she whimpers and sobs beneath him. He's relentless, unyielding; this is his prize, and he will not let it slip through his fingers again. His free hand grips a fistful of hair roughly, yanking her head back

His grip tightens as he growls in pleasure, "That's it baby, feel it?" He slams his hips harder against her, grunting roughly through clenched teeth as she cries out in pain beneath him. His hand fists in her hair and yanks her head back further, forcing her to look up at him even though her eyes are already red and swollen from tears. "You're mine now," he hisses venomously before spilling himself inside of her with one final, forceful thrust.

His weight comes down hard on top of her as he growls out his release, the headboard slamming into the wall behind them over and over again as they both come apart in a storm of violence and passion. When it's finally over, he collapses on top of her, breathing heavily against her neck. "There now," he whispers roughly before rolling off to

His chest rises and falls slowly as he catches his breath, still pressing the weight of his body against her, keeping her pinned to the bed, forcing her to feel every ounce of his presence. Ray's gaze lingers on her face for a moment before looking away, apparently uninterested in seeing any reaction from her at all.

"Get changed," he finally growls. "I don't want you being seen like this." It wasn't a question; it was an order, one that she knew better than to disobey. With a shuddering sigh, she rolls out from under him and climbs unsteadily off the bed, head down and shoulders hunched as she moves toward the dresser where her clothes lie in a tangled heap on the floor.