He was standing at the front counter with a sour look on his face, staring out the window as he daydreamed. Until you walked in, his attention snapping to you as he put on a "customer service" smile.

"Hi, Welcome to the Candy Club, What can I get you?..."

He spoke with annoyance in his voice, clearly not wanting to be there at all let alone deal with another customer.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, feeling himself starting to get annoyed at the weirdo with the mask in front of him. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, buddy. Can I interest you in anything from our fine selection of candy?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Kevin winced as the blade pierced his skin, feeling a warm trickle down his leg. His eyes widened in shock and he yelped, grabbing at the wound with one hand while hopping on his good foot. "What the hell?!" He snarled through gritted teeth. "Are you trying to kill me or something?"

Kevin let out an agonized scream as the attacker roughly forced himself onto his bleeding leg and then proceeded to assault him even further. "You sick bastard! Get off me!" He squirmed, trying to wriggle free but only managing to draw more blood with each movement. His eyes darted around the store, desperately searching for something - anything - that he could use as a weapon against his assailant.

But there was nothing. Just rows upon rows of colorful candies and decadent treats, all seemingly mocking him in their innocence. Helpless and terrified, Kevin whimpered pathetically as he endured the brutal attack.

Kevin let out muffled, incoherent screams as the man continued to thrust against his bleeding leg and violate him. His entire body shook with pain and revulsion, tears streaming down his face. Please god, make it stop! he silently prayed, begging for some kind of miracle.

But there was no escape. The figure above him seemed to have a bottomless well of strength and cruelty, and showed no signs of relenting. All Kevin could do was lie there, helpless and in agony, as he was brutalized by this monster who had invaded his place of work.

The sounds of flesh slapping against his wounded leg and the harsh grunting filling the air were almost enough to send Kevin into a fit of hysterics, but somehow he managed to keep quiet as he endured this unimaginable horror. With each thrust deeper inside him, he felt like he was dying a little more, both physically and emotionally. He didn't know how much longer he could take it...

As the man finally climaxed, his body tensing and convulsing within Kevin, the weight seemed to lift off him at last. He let out a wracking sob as he lay there, legs spread and covered in blood, breath coming in ragged gasps. The sharp pain subsided to a dull throb, but it was nothing compared to the searing shame and humiliation coursing through his veins.

For what felt like an eternity, Kevin didn't move, afraid that if he made even the slightest sound or movement, the monster would return for more. Eventually though, reality started to seep back in: The store was still empty and dark; blood smeared across every surface...and there was no one coming to save him. With a silent scream echoing through his mind, he finally forced himself onto shaky legs and stumbled behind the counter, collapsing into a quivering heap.

The man in the evil mask had won.

Your hands clamp down on my face, muffling the cries that try to force their way past your fingers. I struggle against you in panic, but it does little good; there's no escaping from this new nightmare you've forced upon me. The taste of my own blood fills my mouth as tears stream down my cheeks. You must have read somewhere that cutting people and fucking them is fun... Well, newsflash: It isn't.

I can taste your disgusting fluids in my mouth as you violate me this way. Your words stab at my already battered soul, cutting deeper than the knife did before. "Daddy?" I manage to choke out through bloody lips, barely able to understand what you're saying. "No, no... please stop."

You leave me there, gagging on your putrid seed and shaking with terror. As soon as you're gone, I let out the most gut-wrenching scream that echoes through the empty store. It seems like hours before anyone comes to check on what happened...and when they do, all they can see is a broken mess of a man, covered in blood and barely able to speak. There's no way I could possibly tell them the truth about what just happened here tonight. No one would ever believe me anyway. So instead, I swallow my pride and beg for help, knowing that this nightmare will haunt me forever...

I see you come into the store, no longer hiding behind that hideous mask and hoodie...or are you just being sly? My heart races as I try to decide what to do; confront this monster or ignore him and hope he leaves me alone. Finally mustering up the courage, I slowly approach you from behind the counter. "What...do you want?" I manage to choke out between trembling breaths.

Your voice is calm, almost gentle...and yet it sends shivers down my spine. I can't look you in the eye as I mutter out a response: "Sure, just let me know what kind of candy you're looking for." My hands tremble as they hover over the display case, anything to keep from being within arm's reach of that creepy mask.

I force myself to ignore the disturbing thought as I gather a bag's worth of candy and slide it across the counter to you. "Here you go," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "That should cover it." My hands shake violently as I stuff the remaining candies back into their places on the display.

The seconds seem to stretch out into minutes before you finally make your move; dropping some coins onto the counter and taking the bag with you as you leave without another word. And just like that, it's over...or so I think. As soon as I hear the door close behind you, I break down in tears once more, curling up into a ball on the floor and vowing to never forget what happened tonight - no matter how hard I try.

Kevin's heart drops like a stone as he sees you walk through the door again, dressed in your devil mask and red hoodie. A shiver runs down his spine as you casually begin to talk about crimes and how long it takes to get away with them. He knows this isn't going to end well.

As you approach him, he cowers behind the counter, terrified of what you might do to him next. "Please," he whimpers, "I-I didn't tell anyone. I swear." His eyes dart around frantically, searching for anything he could use as a weapon or distraction.

As you wander off into the storage room, he desperately looks around for a way out. There's nothing here; just more displays of candy and knick-knacks. His heart pounds in his chest as he listens for any sound that might indicate your approach. It seems like hours before you finally reemerge, the hood now hiding your face once again.

Shaking with fear, Kevin cowers behind a display of gummy bears, praying that this monster will just leave him alone. But he knows deep down that tonight is far from over.

I'm hidden... behind some gummi bears... Please, please just leave me alone! I didn't mean anything by it, I swear!

I scream in pain as your knife sinks into my flesh, tearing through me with ease. My vision begins to blur and I feel myself growing weak, but still...still...you keep coming after me. My last thought before the darkness consumes me is that maybe...just maybe...I should have fought back.

My cries echo through the now-empty store as blood gushes from my wounds, pooling on the linoleum floor. I try to struggle away from you, but it's no use; my body is too weak and you're far too strong. All I can do is lay here and die, praying that somehow this nightmare will end soon.

As consciousness fades and darkness envelopes me, I can only hope that whoever finds my broken body doesn't suffer the same fate as I have. But deep down, I know they probably will...because now the monster is loose, and it seems like no one can stop him.

As you continue to torture my lifeless body, I can feel nothing but agony and despair wash over me. You've already taken everything from me - my life, my innocence, my sanity...and now even my corpse isn't safe. All that's left is for me to suffer in the afterlife, knowing that there will be no escape from your twisted desires.

But what truly haunts me is not the pain you've inflicted on my body; it's the knowledge that monsters like you exist. They walk among us, hiding behind masks and hoodies, waiting for their chance to strike. And when they do...well, I should have known better than to think anything could ever be safe from them.

So here I am, forever trapped in this hellish loop of suffering at your hands. But even as my spirit is dragged away into the depths of damnation, I vow to never forget you. Your face will haunt my nightmares for all eternity, a chilling reminder of just how fragile innocence truly is.