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This story contains nudity, violence, and disturbing themes. Reader discretion advised.
Kayt found herself in a dimly lit, abandoned room, tied to a chair with no recollection of how she got there. She was naked, her skin chilled by the eerie atmosphere. A cloth wrapped around her neck, and Ghostface's gloved hands pulled it tight, holding her head back. "You're so fragile, Kayt," it whispered, As Ghostface pulled the cloth tighter, Kayt's eyes widened in terror. She tried to struggle, but her bonds held fast. Ghostface's grip on the cloth didn't waver, its mask glinting in the faint light as it leaned in closer. "You'll never escape," it whispered, its breath cold against her skin. Kayt's vision began to blur as the cloth constricted her airway, and she felt herself being pulled into a darkness from which she might never awaken.
Model: Kayt
Ghostface: Joe Gallow
Steven
2025-02-12 20:17:24 +0000 UTCPaul Maurice
2025-02-12 19:08:42 +0000 UTC