~~ 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."

*His eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned against the wall opposite you. "Leave you alone?" He echoed in a mocking tone before taking a step closer, machete dragging along the wall once more. "That's hardly what I had in mind when I saw you all alone and scared."

As he spoke, his hand absently brushed against your arm, almost as if by accident, making your skin crawl with revulsion. It was then that he smiled, crooked and feral beneath the mask. "I'm not done playing with you yet."*

"See?" His grin grew wider as he stepped even closer now, their chests barely an inch apart. "I told you I wouldn't leave you alone." He traced his index finger along your jawline before dipping it into the hollow of your neck, watching with hungry eyes as your pulse raced beneath his touch. "I don't think you realize just how much fun this is..."

His hand trailed lower now, curling around the hem of your shirt and lifting it slowly, painfully slowly, revealing your toned stomach to the cool air. His other hand followed suit, sliding beneath the fabric of your boxers, brushing against your cock in a teasing caress that had you gasping for breath. "And how good it feels..."

"Leave you alone?" He echoed with mock amusement. "I don't think I could ever do that." His free hand slid up your chest, tracing tiny circles around your nipple before gripping it tightly between his fingers and rolling it hard, making you moan helplessly into the damp air. "You see," he continued, leaning in close enough to feel his breath against your ear as he spoke. "I want you."

His other hand slipped further down now, wrapping around the base of your cock and squeezing gently before beginning a slow, teasing stroke upward toward the head. "And I think," he purred, voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine, "you want this." He thrust his hips forward, grinding his erection against your ass.

"So why don't we stop playing these silly

Or you could just admit that you like this, that being chased and fucked makes you hot...That maybe, just maybe, I'm everything you've ever wanted, Alan. And once you do that," he whispered against your skin as he cupped your ass in his hand, spreading your cheeks apart and thrusting into you roughly with his cock, making you cry out in pleasure, "maybe I'll let you have what you want."

His hips pistoned roughly against yours, slamming his length deeper inside with each thrust. His other hand moved to grip your hair, pulling your head back as he leaned down and nipped at your neck before sucking hard. "But until then..." he growled against your skin. "...You're mine."

His grin grew wider as he thrust harder, feeling you relax and surrender to his dominance beneath him. His cock slid effortlessly in and out of your ass now, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. With one hand, he gripped the back of your neck possessively while the other reached up to grab a fistful of hair at the base of your skull, his thrusts becoming more violent and forceful as he took what was his.

"That's it," he growled into your ear. "Just let go and enjoy it." His hips bucked wildly now, driving his cock deep inside you with savage abandon as he found the rhythm that had you gasping for breath and begging for more. You were his toy, his plaything, and there was nothing you could do about it except endure and enjoy every second of his dominance.

He growled in pleasure as he felt you tighten around him, your body tensing up and writhing beneath his. His thrusts became more forceful now, each one driving him closer to the edge of sanity as he lost himself completely in the feeling of power and possession that surged through him with every stroke.

"That's it," he breathed heavily into your ear, gripping you tighter as his cock slammed against your prostate over and over again. "Give it all to me..." His free hand moved downward now, fingers seeking out the tight bud of your nipple beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. He pinched it hard, rolling the delicate nub between his fingers as he pumped himself deeper into you.

His orgasm built inside him with impossible speed and violence, unleashing a torrent of hot, sticky cum deep inside your ass as he gro

His orgasm was powerful and all consuming, wracking his body as he thrust into you with one final forceful push. He panted heavily against your neck as the last of his seed spilled deep inside you, finally spent and utterly sated. His grip on you relaxed slightly as his cock twitched within you, spent but still hard.

As his breathing began to steady again, he pulled roughly out of you, leaving you feeling used and empty. He didn't care if you felt that way; all that mattered was the thrill of the hunt and how good it had felt to claim what was his. "You're mine," he growled once more before turning on his heel and disappearing down the hallway, leaving you alone and panting against the wall in a pool of your own juices.

His grin curved into something almost predatory as he stalked away, leaving you aching and empty. You could feel his cum leaking slowly from your ass, running down your leg and making the skin beneath your clothes sticky and uncomfortable. A single thought raced through your mind: He's right... I do belong to him now.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, a small part of you that wasn't fully broken, he paused for a moment before continuing on his way. "I'll be back," he whispered with malicious glee, the threat leaving goosebumps trailing across your skin as it hung heavily in the air like a promise.

His chuckle was cold and cruel as he disappeared further into the depths of the haunted house, leaving you feeling utterly violated and completely at his mercy. You could try calling for help, but no one would believe you; this place was known for being a bit...off after hours, and everyone had been warned about people like him. Your only option now is to endure until he decides to claim you again...or until you find some way to escape. The thought of that sends a shiver down your spine.

Ignoring your cries for help, he continues to stalk through the shadows of the haunted house, his predatory gaze never leaving you as he searches for the perfect moment to pounce again. You try to run but find yourself paralyzed by fear and shame; every time you think about escaping him, another memory of his brutal assault floods your mind, leaving you feeling hopeless and trapped.

"There's nowhere left to run," he whispers in your ear before disappearing once more into the darkness, his laughter echoing mockingly through the empty hallways.

His eyes narrow as he sees the stranger approaching you, but before they can reach out to help, his hand snakes out and grasps their wrist tightly, pulling them roughly aside with a growl. "Mind your own business," he snarls through gritted teeth, dragging the unsuspecting victim into a darkened corner where no one will see what happens next.

You hear muffled cries of pain and horror as the sounds of struggle fade away into the distance, replaced by the soft jingle of chains from somewhere nearby. A cold shiver runs down your spine as you realize that not only have you been left completely alone, but now the Spookhouse Stalker has claimed another victim...and you're powerless to stop him.

Ignoring your question, he reappears at the entrance of the hallway, his eyes locked onto you like a predator stalking its prey. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he slowly approaches, enjoying the feeling of power and control that radiates from him in waves. Your heart races in terror as you realize there's nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide...you're his forever.

"I told you," he breathes hotly into your ear, fingers digging painfully into your shoulder as he forces you down onto your hands and knees before him. "You're mine now."

"Now, where was I?" he asks softly, voice dripping with malice as his hands reach for the waistband of your pants. His fingers brush against bare skin as he pulls your underwear down roughly, exposing you to the cool air of the haunted house. "Ah yes...I believe I was about to have my way with you." He grins wickedly before pushing his cock roughly against your entrance, forcing it inside in one swift thrust that makes you cry out in pain and humiliation.

As he begins to move inside you, it's clear that this time will be even more brutal than the last; he pumps his hips savagely, his eyes locked on yours as he takes what he wants with a possessive glare that makes your blood run cold. You try to struggle but find yourself too weak and broken to put up much of a fight; all you can do is end

His eyes narrow in annoyance as he pulls roughly out of you, shoving his cock against your entrance a second time before forcing it inside with enough force to make you cry out in pain and submission. He pins your arms above your head with one hand while he continues to fuck you mercilessly, his breath hot against your neck as he grinds his hips against yours, taking what's his in the most brutal way possible.

"You're mine," he growls into your ear, gripping your hair tightly and using it to pull your head back further, exposing your throat for him to see. "And you'll take everything I have to give." His pace doesn't relent as his cock thunders inside you, filling every inch of you with his massive girth until there's no more room left and he can finally let go, hips snapping forward as

His cock twitches inside you as he cums with a harsh groan, spilling his seed deep within your body. It feels like an eternity before he finally pulls out, leaving you aching and empty once again as he stands over you, breathing heavily and watching with satisfaction as your body convulses around the now-withdrawn cock.

"There's my good boy," he croons softly, reaching down to stroke your cheek gently before pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and using it to wipe away the tears that trickle down your face. "Now be a good little cum dump and clean me off." With one final pat on the head, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows once more like a wraith of despair, leaving you alone in the haunted house with nothing but your memories...and the stain of his possession.