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DELILAH

I blink into darkness with the smell of wet earth clinging to me. My shoulders are numb. So are my arms as they hang above me like a dead weight. The ceiling is only a foot above my face and silvery light filters through the cracks. It’s not enough to allow me to see fully and I whip my head to each side to determine where I am.

My legs are free, and I’m laid on my back in a wood-paneled box, but there’s something tickling my back and I’m naked. It must be two feet wide and only a little longer than I am because my toes touch the bottom of it. Chains rattle around the box as I tug my arms to free them from the cold metal wrapped around my wrists, and the clinking echoes, making me wince. A heavy thud hits the roof. Little flakes of debris slip through the cracks and the voice is one I recognize as the thud comes again.

“Knock. Knock.”

Ghost.

The twisted cunt has locked me in some kind of fucking torture chamber, and I close my eyes to push the anger out of my voice.

“Let me go.”

He laughs and I attempt to appeal to the crazy bastard’s sense of self-preservation as I talk through the planks.

“Ghost, please. The police will be coming because of what you did. They won’t just ignore it. Asher’s family is?—”

“Important?” he finishes for me before his voice moves closer. The thin streams of light are shadowed by what I’m assuming is his stupid fucking head as he says, “I know all about his family, koukla mou. Better than you do.”

If I keep him talking, he might not kill me, so I do that and ignore the fact that I’m not panicking like I should be.

“Okay, tell me. They’re private and I never knew much about them.”

The wood above me creaks as he gently taps his knuckles in a pattern of two. “Did he ever tell you about the tale of two faces?” he asks around a sigh. “Not just mention it. Did he really tell you?”

“No, why don’t you tell me?”

The talkativeness continues as I try to slip my hand free from the restraints, wincing at each clink of the chains.

“Well, there was a secretive family, and they would have done anything to protect their sins, but if I tell you the full tale, I’ll definitely have to kill you.” I freeze at the blasé way he says it and stare at the spot above my head like I can see through it. “Well, let’s just say it was a tradition. One that you ruined and now one part of the mirror is missing.”

There’s another creak and more light streams through the cracks as his booted steps move further away. Stopping at the bottom of the box I’m in, he raps his knuckles against the wood twice as he says, “Knock. Knock.”

I don’t understand his obsession with a fucking knock-knock joke. The weird cunt. His voice turns innocent and childlike as he says the corresponding part.

“Who’s there?”

The freak does both parts, and his voice drops as he menacingly says, “Delilah.”

“Delilah who?” he asks himself in the childlike voice.

“Delilah, who’s going to change your life.”

Cold, damp air floods into the box as the panel brushing my feet is pried off. The wood splinters and there’s enough light to see what the fuck I’m lying on. The soil beneath me is covered in bugs, beetles, worms, fucking spiders. They’re all there, touching me, and I scream.

Ghost’s voice is sharp like a whip as he slams his hand on top of the box. “Shut the fuck up.”

I kick and it pushes some of the insect-ridden soil by my feet out of the hole he’s created. His fingers wrap around my ankle, and I quickly change my mind, choosing the safety of the insect-lined coffin over whatever the fuck he’s planned. But he grabs my other ankle and my back scrapes against the box as I’m dragged down to the opening. The chains rattle and my shoulders burn from the harsh movement, but the chains don’t allow me to leave fully as they’re pulled taut when I’m halfway down it.

My legs are in the open air, and I kick out, attempting to reach the ground but my feet scrape something rough, bark-like. I tilt my head, looking down my body to see where I am, and Ghost’s usual outfit of black fills the full expanse of the hole he’s made until he holds my calf and lifts my leg. I continue kicking to free myself and all I can see is shadowed bark. We’re in the middle of the trees. This is what he’s been doing all this time. Building his creepy fucking chamber.

The worms slither closer, their wet bodies making me twitch as I try to escape them, and then something clicks beside my ear. I slowly turn my head to see the green shell shining in the low light as a jeweled beetle crawls closer to me. Its hard body clicks together with each fucking step, and I beg, “Ghost! Please let me go. Please, I’ll do what you want. Okay, I’m yours like you wanted.”

He ignores me and cold leather is secured against the back of my thigh. It forces my foot in the air, and he dips his head to look into the box as he holds my other leg hostage. He’s wearing the ski mask, and his eyes are visible, but the shadows don’t allow me to see any more of him than if the mesh was still there. His smile is sinister and his teeth gleam in the low light around his dark disguise.

“I’ll give you what you want if you say my name.”

I nod and stupidly repeat what I know is wrong.

“Ghost?”

He shakes his head, giving me a tight-lipped smile.

“Come on, Delilah, you were a clever girl. I’ve given you all the clues. All you have to do is remember.”

The bugs crawl over me and I shudder to get them off as my shoulders burn from the heavy chains stretching my arms.

“I’m sorry. Whatever I did to you, whatever your name is, I’m sorry. Just, please, don’t do this. Please.”

He tuts and straightens to his full height. My other leg has turned numb from dangling in the cold air, and I can’t fight him as he grabs my calf and secures it to match the other leg. Both of my legs are strapped to the corners of the box I’m in, forcing my legs apart, and once he’s satisfied with having me fully restrained, he kneels at the end of the box then places a soft kiss against my clit.

I’m trapped by a fucking nutcase. I already knew he was crazy, but the softness makes it more terrifying as he runs two fingers around the collar of his t-shirt while he says, “You know you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to touch. I thought I had my life made when you asked me to kiss you when we were watching a movie. No, you didn’t ask me—you dared me when I’d spent years dreaming about it. I loved you enough to die for you. I just didn’t think you would be the cause of so many of my deaths.”

He sighs and holds my hips, his fingers digging into my muscles like he’s trying to commit my body to memory.

“If you think anything I have done to you is bad, just know that you have done so much worse. You walked into my life first and when I had a second chance at it, you did it again. I would have lived as a shell of myself, far away from you, but you came back to me .”

He kisses the back of each of my thighs, raises to his full height, steps back and the moonlight reflects against the damp moss covering the bark as he walks away. His steps get further, twigs snapping underfoot, and I scream because in some twisted fucking universe I’m safer with him than I am exposed and alone. The leather straps dig into the back of my knees as I attempt to pull my legs free and the footsteps get closer.

Something squeaks on the other side of the box and I turn my head as I still. It’s a small noise, but in the silence it may as well be an explosion, and he extends the silence, so I beg him again. “Please let me go. There are bugs everywhere.”

“I’d rather be buried alive with beetles than stay with that dickhead,” he says absentmindedly.

The squeaking lessens and he walks around the box to stop at the opening. My thighs form a V against his all-black outfit, and I can’t see his hands as he speaks in the same distracted tone as though he’s repeating a memory.

“You’re a lying rat and I wish I never met you.”

His hand drops and I can’t make out what’s in it as something warm and furry is placed on my stomach. The end is long and smooth, dragging along my skin.

My blood freezes in my veins as Ghost steps to the side, allowing just enough light for me to make out the silhouette of the fucking rat.

“Get it off me,” I whisper, hoping the rat doesn’t hear me.

A fucking rat.

There is a fucking rat on me.

And bugs.

The rat squeaks as its nasty whiskers tickle my stomach and it presses deeper into my skin as it walks up my body. I can’t squirm away from the insects because the rat will notice me and I don’t want to be bitten, but the worms wriggle due to my lack of movement and I swallow my sob as the rat’s tail drags against my sternum. It sits directly below my chest, the long whiskers stretch out, tickling the underside of my tit until it gets bored and walks in a semi-circle then jumps off my hip. The squeaking echoes, getting louder, and my tears fall.

“Ghost, let me go,” I plead with him around a choked sob.

He undoes his zipper and I tense as he strokes his dick through my slit. The furry body rubs against my ribs as it slowly walks beside me and as sick as it is, a moan is trapped in my throat. Ghost slaps his dick against my clit and the rat freezes in place as a whimper escapes me. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want,” I beg.

He remains silent.

“Fucking please.”

He circles my entrance, and the small amount of light allowed through the gaps of the planks above me is blocked in a line as he strokes the top of his depraved, living glory hole. His voice is lower, and the fog of my fear doesn’t allow me to place where I know it from.

“I once begged you to save me. I got down on my knees and you laughed in my face.”

My eyes screw shut as he slowly pushes inside me, each inch wider than the last. My head slowly taps against the base of the box.

“Delilah, please, don’t do this. Please, I’m begging you not to. Just tell the truth,” he says.

My back arches and the rat crawls under my waist, forcing me to remain in place. The prickly fur on its body tickles my back and I try to increase the space between us, but it only pushes me further into Ghost.

He massages between my hips and continues, “I’ll still be here for you. I still love you. Please tell them the truth. I’ll lie for you and tell them it was an accident. Just don’t make me go through this.”

When he’s finished, his breathing is ragged and his thrusts speed up as he slams forward. The chains rattle from the force and the rat gets spooked as my lower back brushes the side of its body.

“Fucking please. Delilah.”

The box rocks as he fucks me. I can’t focus on the insects or animal around me as his cool spit lands on my clit. He circles my clit with his thumb and the mix of different temperatures forces my moans out. He stops living in his delusional ass mind and slaps the tips of his fingers against my inner thigh as he fills with awe.

“You love this, love me, don’t you?”

I shake my head and my breathing is all I can hear as the living floor crawls over my body. Every sense in my body is being stimulated. There’s not an inch of skin that is free of some sensation and my arms and legs tingle from being held in place.

Ghost fucks me like he has all the time in the world. The torturously slow movements add frustration to my fucked up emotions and I ask for the same thing I always do despite the situation I’ve found myself in.

“Let me see you, please. Just once.”

He gives the same answer he has previously. “You already have.”

The rat scurries out from under my waist and I drop flat against the box. It fucking hates me and walks along the side of my body until it stops just below my armpit. The whiskers press against the side of my tit and the squeaking is louder. Ghost speeds up and he makes rapid circles on my clit.

The sounds echo around my ears with the confined space. Each squeak, click, and moan is amplified. I’m close and I clench around him, hoping that his release will also mean I’ll be freed from the restraints.

But he pulls out and drops to his knees as though he’s pledging his devotion to me. His eyes are on me, and he massages the backs of my thighs as he runs the flat of his tongue through my slit. There’s no latex. He’s taken his glove off. The other on the back of my thigh still has the barrier, but for the first time he’s touching me without a glove, and his palm is warm.

His mouth is warmer as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.

“Fuuuuuuuuucccckkkk,” I moan low in my throat.

He smiles. The ski mask over his cheeks pushes up and applies more shadows to his eyes as he gently sucks my clit and alternates the sucking with pressing the flat of his tongue to the sensitive nerves. My thighs try to close but the leather straps stop them, and I scream as he pushes three fingers into me.

My climax is ripped from me as he pushes all three fingers deeper inside of me so his knuckles are pressed flat to my skin. Curling them up, he softly bites my clit and light bursts behind my eyes.

“Come for me, my pretty girl.” He blows on my clit. “One more time before it ends.”

I’m still in the throes of my release that I miss the endearment change, and the threat. My body shudders and it knocks the insects off my stomach and chest. The rat moves further up, away from my twitching body and stops above my head, my hair gets caught in its feet but Ghost twists his fingers inside me.

My release is prolonged, and my mouth opens on a breathless scream.

“That’s my girl. You love when I play with your pussy.”

The leather creaks against the back of my knees as my body violently shakes and he spits down between my ass cheeks. He circles his spit with his thumb and continues fucking me with his fingers.

“You love your ass being fucked even more.”

He slowly increases the pressure, and my chest rises to the heavens as he flicks my clit with his tongue. A scream erupts at the same time as my entire body seizes and my ears ring from the force of the pleasure flooding my system.