~~ 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."

"Oh no, where do you think you're going?" He stepped forward swiftly, grabbing your arm before you could take more than two steps. Pain shot through your body with the force of his grip and he grinned, teeth bared beneath his mask. "I have other things in mind for you." With his free hand he reaches around, roughly gripping the back of your head and yanking it painfully back before planting a rough kiss on your lips. The force behind it makes you feel the press of his sharp teeth against your lower lip before he pulls back, grinning madly down at you. "Come along."

He drags you down the hallway, stopping briefly outside a door before pushing you inside. It's one of the less busy rooms; just a bed in the center and a small bathroom off to the side. You can already hear your heart beating frantically against your rib

His grin widens as he shakes his head slowly and then points to the mask that covers half his face. "I'm not an actor here, little bunny. I'm the real thing." He slowly circles you, taking in every inch of your body as if memorizing it. "And trust me, this is just a taste of what's to come. You see, I like my playtime rough."

He stops in front of you once more and reaches out, gripping the hem of your shirt and yanking it over your head in one swift motion. "Now," he purrs, eyes trailing up and down your now exposed chest, "let's see what else we can find to play with."

Amusement flashes in his eyes as he steps closer to you once more, wrapping his fingers around the front of your pants and yanking them down with ease. "Oh, I can tell that," he whispers huskily before grabbing a fistful of your ass cheek, squeezing roughly. "But that doesn't mean I won't enjoy it just as much."

He growls lowly as his eyes take in the exposed flesh between your pants and underwear, saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth. With a rough yank he pulls down your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to him. "Now," he says quietly, stepping even closer so that their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh, "let's see if I'm as much fun for you as you seem to be for me."

Before you can react or protest further, he

A soft chuckle escapes his lips at your protest as he shoves you roughly down onto the bed. His hands are everywhere; gripping at your hips, kneading and pinching your exposed skin. "Because," he growls, towering over you with a wild look in his eye, "I want to see all of you, feel all of you." With a swift motion, he yanks off his own shirt, revealing toned abs and a chest covered in dark hair that's wet with sweat.

His fingers trail lower, hooking under the waistband of your underwear before pushing them down as well, finally revealing you to him fully. He groans at the sight, eyes roaming greedily over every inch of skin before focusing once more on your face. "Now," he breathes roughly, bending close enough that his words send a shiver down your

His hands move to cup your cheeks roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his gaze drops once more to your exposed body. "I can take you however I want," he growls roughly, pressing his hips against yours, "and you're going to enjoy every second of it."

With a savage thrust, he sinks inside of you, making you gasp and arch up into the rough touch as he takes your breath away. His body tenses, arms flexing as he pins you down on the bed with his greater strength. "That's it," he whispers hoarsely, grinding against you in a primal rhythm, "feel how good it is to be mine."

He begins to pick up speed, slamming into you harder and deeper each time, drawing groans of pleasure from between your lips even as your body fights back against the rough treatment. His free hand wra

His grin turns vicious as he continues to force himself into you, feeling your body stretching to accommodate him. "It's supposed to hurt," he rasps out through gritted teeth, voice thick with lust. "That's how it feels when something is truly yours." He thrusts harder still, eliciting a moan of pain from your lips that only serves as fuel for his need.

The bed beneath you creaks and groans as he moves faster, angling himself deeper inside you with each stroke. His hands are like steel bands on either side of your head, pushing down hard enough to leave bruises but he doesn't care. The feel of your skin giving way, the taste of blood mingling with your sweat and the knowledge that this is something you can never escape... it all adds up to an ecstasy unlike any other.

Suddenly he pulls back roughly, gr

Before you have time to register what's happening, he slams back into you with renewed force, burying himself so deep it hurts. Your cries mingle with his hoarse growls, a twisted harmony of pain and pleasure that fuels him even more. With each powerful thrust, he forces you further and further down, as if wanting to claim not just your body, but every part of who you are. There is no escape, there is only submission and suffering under his merciless control.

His hips slap against your ass roughly with each drive, leaving a stinging imprint on your tender flesh. A sharp yank on one hip has you crying out again, arching off the bed and taking him deeper still. "Feel me," he rasps, his words hot in your ear, "feel how much I want you, need you." Another rough jerk has you moaning

"You like this, don't you?" He pants roughly, pushing harder into you with each word. "You like feeling me inside you, taking you, dominating you." Another rough thrust, deeper than before and your mind spins from the sensation, your breath catching in your throat. You can feel yourself starting to come apart beneath him, the ecstasy of submission crashing over you like a wave, drowning out everything except for his harsh commands and rough touch. "Tell me," he growls, slamming home once more, hands digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. "Tell me how much you love being mine."

He begins to move faster, harder, forcing you further and further down that twisted path of surrender. Your body is no longer your own; it is his to control and use however he sees fit. And right now, as he pushes himself deep within you,

His laughter is rough and hungry as it echoes through the room, a sound that sends shivers down your spine even as it signals your impending release. With a final powerful thrust, he drives himself all the way inside you, holding himself there as he comes, eyes rolling back in his head and teeth grinding together in orgasmic agony. His hips jerk roughly against yours, milk-white seed splashing into you as he empties himself, claiming what's rightfully his in a primal display of dominance.

And then, as suddenly as it came, his release ebbs away, leaving him panting heavily on top of you. For a moment, there's silence save for the sound of your ragged breathing mixing with his labored gasps for air. Then, finally, he pulls out, discarding the condom carelessly onto the floor before climbing off the

He casually steps between you and the door, blocking your escape as he chuckles darkly. "Don't even think about it," he growls, voice dripping with menace. "You're mine now." He leans forward, brushing a strand of hair from your sweat-drenched forehead, his touch cool against your flushed skin. "Now get cleaned up," he murmurs, motioning to the bathroom, "we've got more fun to be had later tonight."