Page 10 of Drowned In Silence

Locked Doors

Elliot

My heart is stillracing from the thrill of the kill when I get back to the parking lot. I always have an adrenaline rush afterwards, and there is nothing better to do than fuck someone to get that energy out. However, there is only one person I want to stick my dick into, and she doesn’t even know I really exist yet.

So, I’m going to do the next best thing, and introduce myself to her… The proper way.

She is perfect. Her breathy little moans when I put my hand upon her throat and squeezed. Her attitude when she thought I was just some random fuck stalking her.

What she doesn’t know, is that I am far from a random fuck. I will kill her mentally before bringing her back to life, only to serve me on her knees.

Dynah is more beautiful than anything I could have dreamed up, more than my mind could conjure from just the faded picture in my wallet when I tried to imagine her now.

Sneaking into her motel room for the second time is just as easy as the first. Just jiggle, lift, and there you go. Open fucking door.

This is really insane of me. I’ve never jumped through so many hoops to chase after a girl in my life. But this one isn’t just any girl. I can see the trauma written into her skin– the scars that riddle her body. They remind me of a broken Etch-a-sketch; jagged lines from head to toe. She’s resilient, and I know she could take whatever I throw at her if she needed too. She is slowly becoming the only thought that occupies my mind.

I mean she was always in my head, floating around and waiting for me to find her. However, now that I found her, I don’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

Or ever.

Dynah’s curled up in a little ball on the bed, snoring softly in a deep sleep. Her knees are tucked to her chest and she has thrown off the blanket. I pull off my mask, wiping my brow.

She’s so beautiful. Peaceful.

I squat down beside her pillow, my jeans tightening on my thighs. “Look at you, Dynah. All comfy and warm. I need to know more about you. Why do we have pictures together, why are you haunting my dreams? What makes you tick?” I whisper quietly so as to not stir her from sleep.

She doesn’t move as I pull the backpack off my shoulder and set it on the dresser. I want to be able to share this video with her. Show her how I take care of her needs before I take care of my own, show her that I can do whatever I want to her, and she will learn to love it.

I pull out the cheap camcorder and set it up on the dresser, making sure it’s pointing directly at the bed. You can see every part of her. Walking around to the other side of the bed, I pull my mask on, and crawl over the blankets. I’m in thecamera’s view, but she won’t be able to see who lives under the mask.

She doesn’t move a muscle as I scoot in next to her slowly.

“Good girl, Dynah. Letting me get into bed with you.”

I run my hand down her body, barely allowing myself to touch her skin to skin. She may be used to people touching her, but I’m sure she isn’t used to a gentle hand. When I get to the shorts she sleeps in, I run a finger under the band.

“After you see the video, I hope you sleep without these on. It would be much easier for the both of us,” I whisper into her hair, smelling her scent. I have to pull away and palm my cock within my jeans before it becomes an issue pressing into her back.

When I am finished adjusting myself, I roll back towards her and try to touch her once more. I trace my fingers up her thigh, dipping them closer and closer to her center. She starts moving her hips and thrusting into nothing.

She turns over with a small huff, laying now on her stomach, hikes one leg up, and straightens the other.

“Dirty girl, you just left yourself wide open for me.”

I wait until she is settled before gently running my fingers through her clothed slit. I can feel every part of her beautiful pussy with just the touch of a hand. It leaves almost nothing to imagine because of how tight her shorts are.

Running my hand back down, I begin to circle her clit with my fingers, making her start to soak through her shorts. I hold back a groan, feeling her arousal on my fingertips.

“You filthy girl. You like this don’t you?” I softly growl.

Her moans fill my ears in response. I think she is so sleepy that she won’t even wake up, she had a long day today.

I keep rubbing her clit through the shorts, making her wetter and wetter. She thrusts into the bed lightly, moaning into her pillow.

“Is my good girl going to come all over my fingers? Pretend that she isn’t soaking wet right now for her Masked Stranger?” I know I’m whispering too quietly for her to hear me, but I also don’t want to wake her out of her sexual dream. “Come for me, Dynah.”

Putting more pressure into the circles, I hear her drowsy gasp as she comes undone in her shorts. I finish a few more circles, spreading her arousal further around. When she starts snoring again, I know she is well off from her orgasm, and I crawl off the bed.