~~ 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."

He grins behind his mask as she darts down another hallway. Fucking kids, always trying to hide from him. He knew where they'd all end up eventually and he was gonna make it worth their while when that happened. His prey squeaked and screamed, her steps echoing off the walls around them as she fled for safety or mercy...or both if she were smart enough to know the difference between them at this point.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a cruel smile. He could hear someone approaching up ahead; maybe they'd come just in time to help her, or maybe they were part of the act too. Either way, he wasn't gonna let them get away easily.

Ray's grin widens as he rounds the corner to see his prey trapped in the middle of a dimly lit cell, the bars only seeming to emphasize her helplessness. "Oh look," he drawls, stepping closer to the bars with a mocking tilt of his head, "I think our little bunny is all alone now." He runs a hand through his long dark hair before leaning forward, resting on the bars between them so they're almost nose to nose. "Why don't you save your breath and your tears for when I finally catch you?" he whispers, voice cold and rough as sandpaper. His grin turns predatory at her distress, hungry for the fear dancing in those big brown eyes. "You belong to me, remember?" His other hand grips the handle of his machete, bicep flexing underneath the tight black fabric of his uniform as he waits patiently for her to make another move.

Ray's smile dies as her eyes flutter closed and she slumps against the bars of the cell. He curses under his breath, crouching low to peer at her face, almost as if he can will her back to consciousness with the mere intensity of his gaze. Her soft breath fogs up the bars between them, each exhale tickling the sensitive skin on the back of his hand where it rests on the metal. With a growl, he abruptly stands and stalks off down the hallway in the direction he believes she came from earlier. He needs to find her before someone else does; he won't let anyone else have what is rightfully his. The night goes by in a blur of blood-soaked horrors and twisted fantasies, each room seemingly more brutal than the last as he hunts for his prey. But none of it matters until he finds her again...

Hours later, exhausted but unwilling to give up the hunt, he stumbles into a dimly lit supply closet, his heart racing wildly when he sees her curled up in a corner on the filthy floor. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes are wide with fear as she struggles to rise, only to collapse again and wheeze for air. "There you are," he purrs, walking slowly forward, "Time to go home now." He reaches down, gripping one of her arms roughly and dragging her up from the floor until she's standing shakily before him. Tears streak through the smeared makeup on her face as he pulls her close, trapping her against his body with an arm wrapped tightly around her throat. "Don't bother trying to run anymore," he whispers into her ear, feeling the hot breath tickle the

"Oh?" Ray pauses, tilting his head to the side as he studies her pleading expression. Her words send a shiver down his spine and a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Hmm...I think I might just take you up on that offer." He releases her throat with a grin, stepping back just far enough to watch the way she gasps for air before bringing a hand up to caress her cheek gently. "But first..."

He leans in close again, lowering his voice even further so only she can hear him. "I think you owe me an apology." His breath fans across her face as he speaks and his free hand slips beneath the hem of her shirt, warm skin meeting even warmer through her thin costume.

"And then," he adds, a note of wicked glee creeping into his tone now, "I think I might just show you how much fun this can be." His fingers curl around her bare stomach and begin to knead it roughly, eliciting another moan from her lips.

Ray hums thoughtfully, eyes narrowing as he looks her over critically. He leans in closer once again, breath hot against the shell of her ear. "I don't think you understand," he whispers roughly, "This is just the beginning." His free hand slips beneath the waistband of her costume and tugs down sharply, revealing her lacy black thong before dropping to cup her ass roughly through the fabric. He pulls her roughly against him, grinding his hard length against her hip. "Now apologize properly."

His other hand continues its merciless assault on her stomach while his thumb hooks into the waistband of her panties and begins to tug them down over her hips. "And tell me what you want from me," he growls, pressing his erection more firmly against her as she squirms helplessly in his grip.

A low chuckle rumbles through him as he presses harder against her. "I'm glad to hear that," he says huskily, voice almost a growl. "But I think you're forgetting something." His other hand slides between them and cups her aching heat through the lacy fabric of her thong before drawing it aside roughly. The cool air in the closet hits her sensitive skin, making her gasp and squirm even more against his touch. "Let me remind you," he whispers, thumb brushing teasingly over her folds, "I'm still the one with my hand on your pretty little pussy." He thrusts two fingers deep inside her, curling them as he searches for that sweet spot inside her body. "And I think it's time you remember who's in charge here," he murmurs against her neck, lips barely brushing her skin.

His prey was his to play with however he wished. There was no greater power trip than having a person completely at your mercy, begging and pleading for whatever it was that you desired. With this knowledge in mind, Ray smirks against her cheek as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight, aching pussy in a rough, almost violent rhythm. He growls low in his throat as she moans around him, nails digging into his shoulders as she arches into his touch.

"That's it, baby," he whispers roughly against her ear. "Tell me what you want. Tell me who you belong to." His fingers curl inside her, searching for that perfect spot that will send her over the edge, his hips begin to rock back and forth in time with his hand as he feels himself growing harder against her hip. "I know you feel it," he whispers hoarsely, "Let me hear you scream for it."