Page 32 of Fed By Fear

Hunt tosses his chainsaw down and grabs our hand, raising it to his nose. He breathes deeply before dipping our dark fingertips beneath his mask and into his mouth. Our cock jumps as he sucks, biting our fingers hard before he drops our hand.

“You started without me.”

We shrug, dragging our fingertips along his bare, blood-splattered stomach. “It was just a touch.”

His gaze shifts to where Githany is sagging, naked and confused in his other hand. “Did you make her come?”

We nod, a wicked cackle escaping us.

Hunt’s fingers shoot forward, wrapping around our cock. We gasp as he squeezes our shaft until his knuckles turn white. The tendrils latch onto him in greeting, feasting on his rage. Hunt gives it to us best when he’s angry.

His voice is low enough for just us to hear. “You’ve been bad, Madness.”

He squeezes again, removing the pleasure and leaving only pain before releasing us.

Hunt’s not only jealous. He’s vindictive too. It’s taken many, many years for him to learn how to share.

Our first encounter was almost our last. All because he wanted to keep his victim to himself.

We met Hunt by pure accident. The asylum we lurked in abutted a great forest. The location was chosen for its isolation. They thought being in nature would help the patients recover faster. What silly humans. They should’ve known better. If the isolation were appealing to them, it’s also appealing to the things that prefer not to be seen. It’s no coincidence that there are so few stories of monster and demon sightings in the cities and suburbs.

We’ll never forget the first time we laid eyes on him.Weare truly terrifying. An embodiment of fear. ButHuntis magnificently monstrous. A nightmare spun from a beautifully broken mind.

Our memories are fractured by his growling.

“You interrupted my hunt.” A puddle of blood pools around his chainsaw blade. We imagine him out on a rampage, cutting down the line of people waiting to enter Reaper’s Playroom while he calls for us to show ourselves. Outside our domains the visitors may very well be dead, dead, dead.

“We didn’t mean to. She found our door?—”

“A dooryouput there. In the middle ofmydomain.”

We smile apologetically. “We were excited. You’ll forgive us, won’t you?”

Hunt steps closer, still towing Githany along with him. “You interfered with a hunt.”

The rage vibrating off Hunt is souring the freshly harvested aromas of the room. We need to change the direction of this evening and fast.

“Show her your fear face.” Surely he must be feeling as constricted as we were in that lean body he’s chosen.

He hesitates, turning his head toward our ghost girl and back to us. Is Hunt afraid Githany won’t take to his monster the way she’s taken to ours?

Leaning low, we whisper in his ear, “She was dripping when we let our darkness take over. We bet she squirts from the sight of you.”

We’re rewarded with a shudder that passes across his body. He likes the sound of that.

“Let her see you.”

Githany is silent. Her gaze darting between us and Hunt. The aroused fear we instilled in her has shifted to confusion and uncertainty once more. The intensity of the conversation has sapped the thrill of our earlier moment. Hunt will need to chase our little ghost girl to get her back where he needs her to be to feed. If she’s not wound up and willing by the time he decides to take more than her fear, Hunt will rend her in two.

“Pretty please. We will beg. We will submit. We will suck. We will fuck. We will do whatever pleases our hunter.” Our darkness slides up Hunt’s thighs, shadows slipping through his zipper with ease. We stroke him, subtle, soft. Mindlessly slow. Githany wouldn’t even notice our presence within his jeans.

“Stop that.” Hunt swats at us. Then pushes Githany into our arms. “Take her.”

Giddiness ripples through our shapeless form.He’s going to change.

Githany squirms as the burlap sack slides off. She pulls her lip between her teeth. That human is definitely the type of man Githany would go for in the real world.

He still exists somewhere. There’s a bit of a time glitch when we take over forms. They won’t remember most of what happened during our time in their bodies. When we’re finished, they’ll snap to like nothing ever happened.