After glancing around to make sure she wasn’t drawing attention, Annais snuck out onto the balcony. She pulled her phone out of her bag to dial her boyfriend.  Piers was supposed to be at the League’s Halloween party tonight.  He promised her he would be coming, but the party had begun about 30 minutes ago and she hadn’t seen him anywhere.  Marnie (who insisted on coming to the party as the champion for some reason) stayed with Annais the night before, so she hadn’t seen her own brother either.  It didn’t help he was so damn secretive about his costume that she didn’t even know what to expect.  Annais didn’t believe that he would change his mind without telling them unless something came up.  She hoped everything was okay.

She was so wrapped up in the sound of continual ringing on the line, and her heart thumping loudly with anxiety, that she didn’t hear the door slide open.  She didn’t feel the person step behind her until a hand clasped over her mouth as something cold and pointy pressed against her neck.  She became so paralyzed she couldn’t even think to scream.  Fat tears immediately streamed from her eyes before her assailant said, “Guess who?”

She instantly broke out of his arms, swatting him in the chest with her bag.  He doubled over and burst into laughter.  She figured out who it was without him even having to remove his mask.

“God!  Fuck you, Piers!” she cried, smacking him one more time for good measure.  “Oh my God! I almost pissed myself!”

She was trembling.  Each inhale and subsequent exhale were shaky as she tried to settle her nerves.  Piers stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.  To his surprise, she allowed him to hold her.

“Sorry, love,” he whispered and rocked her.  “Got too into character.  Just wanted to surprise you.”

Annais didn’t stay upset with him long.  Now that she realized it was him, and that he was in fact at the party, she could appreciate his costume.  She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  He had dressed as a slasher from one of her favorite movies.  Not only that, it was one of the most accurate portrayals she had ever seen, not some cheap store-bought costume.  He looked like the real deal.  Frankly, it was so spot-on it was scary.

“You look lovely tonight as always,” he complimented, loosening his hold on her to admire her outfit. It felt strange hearing his voice coming from behind that eerie blank mask.  She found herself blushing.

“Y-You do too…”  

A chuckle rose from his direction.

“You’re into this, aren’t you?” he asked, tapping her chin with the tip of the plastic knife. She could hear the smile in his voice.  No wonder he was so secretive about what he was planning on being.  She couldn’t play coy; she sheepishly nodded.  He took her into his arms again, bringing the mouth of the mask against her ear.  “Stay in Spikemuth tonight.  We'll continue this there.”

Annais swallowed.  She wanted nothing more than to see what he had in store for her.  But she knew they wouldn’t be doing much if his sister was with them.  “Marnie?”

“Already asked to stay with Gloria,” he revealed.  “Said she'll give back your crown before she leaves.”

Annais nodded slowly.

“Righto.  Get back inside, Raggedy Ann,” he said, swatting at the back of her ruffly skirt.  “Don’ wanna draw too much attention.”

Annais slipped back into the party.  Piers followed along shortly after.  

She was distracted the rest of the night.  She should have been freezing in her skimpy dress, but she felt like she was burning alive. For the most part, they kept their distance from each other for appearances sake.  She would catch Piers looking at her from across the room as she chatted with her peers.  Maybe. It was hard to tell if he was looking at her or not in the mask, but his face was certainly pointed in her direction as he went about his chin-wags.  Annais was glad her cheeks were painted red; she didn’t look nearly as flushed.  She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out without begging Piers to meet her in the restroom.

Eventually, the party wound down.  It was looking like a good time to make an exit.  Piers approached her, pulling her to the side to speak to her.

“You still comin’ tonight?” he asked under his breath.  There were people here who didn’t need to know.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I’m ready to head out.”

“See ya in Spikemuth then,” said Piers.  As much as it pained him, he knew they couldn’t leave in the same taxi.  For tonight, he’d make the best of it.  “Just let yourself in when you get there.  Don' feel like you need to wait up for me if I’m not in, but let me know when you make it there safe.”

Annais nodded.

They went their separate ways.  She didn’t see Piers again as she made her rounds telling everyone goodbye.  The chilly evening breeze outside helped soothe her scorching body as she waved down a cabbie.

“To Spikemuth,” she requested.  A curt nod followed, then they were on their way.

She sat perfectly still in the cab of the flying taxi.  Her hands were folded in her lap, gripping each other so not to do anything scandalous. She was dripping with anticipation. Each breath caught in her throat as she imagined Piers ravaging her the moment she stepped into his flat.  It was a long, lonely ride to the little pier town.

Little did she know, Piers was waiting for her at Spikemuth’s entrance when she arrived, but he didn’t make himself known.  He followed behind, close enough to keep her safe but not close enough to rouse her suspicions.  He watched as she cautiously walked the empty streets towards his flat.  He had to admit, this game of cat and mouse was a whole lot more exhilarating than he originally anticipated.  He wondered if it said more about him than her that he was really beginning to enjoy stalking her.  Sometimes he wondered if she turned him into a monster.  Others, he wondered if she just awakened it.  He opted to spare himself the internal psychological examination and just enjoy the roleplay.

Annais soon ended up outside of the building where he lived.  The stairs were tricky.  He couldn’t think of a way to follow her up them without being seen.  He decided to let her ascend them on her own.  When he no longer heard the sound of the heels of her boots hitting the steps, he stealthily made his way up.  He watched from the stairwell as she opened the lock and entered his home.  A moment later, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“I made it.”

He smiled to himself and sent her a “good be home shortly” in response.  To allow her to get comfortable and extend the suspense, he called Marnie from the stairs to see if she and Gloria had made it safely back to Potswick with Leon and Hop.  His little sister confirmed she was fine.  With that worry off his shoulders, he continued his little game with full force.

Piers approached his door and went to let himself inside.  The knob was locked.  Good girl, he thought.  Usually, she wasn’t the best about remembering to lock behind herself.  If she didn’t, he was going to make her pay for it.  With that reason for punishment out, he knew he had to get more creative as he unlocked the door.  An idea came to him by the time he was inside.

He crept quietly through the darkness of his home to his bedroom.  His door was cracked open.  His precious little doll was lying in bed, still all dressed up.  He snuck over to where she lay, standing over her for a moment to appreciate her beauty.  She was feigning sleep.  The pale moonlight hit her face, and he saw a smirk grace her features.  He mirrored this beneath his mask.  Time to go in for the kill.

She was dressed like a rag doll; he was going to treat her like one.  He effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach and climbed on top of her, pinning her to the mattress.  She yelped and tried to thrash below him, so he held the toy knife to her neck again.

“Try to scream an’ I’ll slash your throat.”

He grimaced after saying this.  He knew Annais liked rough play, but threatening his beloved like that still made him feel a certain type of way.

“Please…  Please don’t kill me,” she whimpered.  He felt her trembling again, but he knew she wasn’t frightened.  His qualms from earlier eased when he realized how much she was enjoying his displays of violence.  “I… I’ll do anything…”

“Of course, you’ll do anythin’,” he chuckled.  “You don’ ‘ave any other choice.”

Still straddling her, he reached over into the nightstand.  One bandanna was retrieved to bind her wrists.  The next he tied over her eyes.  He left her mouth alone; she might need that later.

“Just lay there an’ be a good dolly while I play with you as I please,” Piers whispered.  The coolness of his leather glove sent a shiver through her as he traced her cheek.  “An’ I’ll decide if you’re worth keepin’ or tossin’ away.”

He dragged the plastic tip of the knife down the exposed part of her spine and admired how she arced below him.  Buying the fake knife was a good call.  He was much less afraid of hurting her, allowing him to be a little bolder.  Bold enough to bring it between her legs.  Keeping her legs apart by seating himself between her knees, he traced the damp part of her panties and watched her hips shift as she tried to meet him.  The knife was too dull to cut the panties away, so he pulled them down to meet the top of her stockings.  Fingers plunged into her, causing her to gasp.

“Seems my dolly’s excited to play,” he noted as he thumbed her clit.  “Good.  Cos I’m gonna play with ‘er all night.”

The sensation of the leather against the most sensitive part of her drove her delirious.  She was so turned on by the situation at hand that he had her cumming by fingering her alone.  He laughed and played with her through her first orgasm, not letting up until another one succeeded it.

“E-Enough,” she weakly protested as he rubbed her to a third.  “No more, please…”

“I say when enough’s enough.  You’ll do anythin’, remember?”

Tears soaked the bandanna as Annais began to cry from frustration and overstimulation.  Piers ignored this and unzipped his trousers.  He lifted her hips onto his lap and teased her slick and swollen lips with his cock.  He rubbed it against her folds and clit, but didn’t put it inside.

“P-Please…”

“Please what?” he barked.  She didn’t respond.  She felt the plastic knife dig into her back.  “Asked a question.  Answer it or you’ll get no final words.”

“Please… Please fuck me.”

He snickered.

“A blow-up doll would’ve been more fittin’,” he commented.  “Least you know you exist to be used.”

She whimpered at this statement, but didn’t object.  He thrust inside, causing a choked moan to come from her.

“This cunt might just save your life,” he said as he ruthlessly pumped into her.  “An’ ruin it in the process.  You’re my toy now.  ‘M gonna play with you ‘til you break.”

She shook her head, but he could see her biting her lip to try to keep from grinning.  She was having the a blast.  She always said he went too easy on her.  Tonight, he vowed to keep this up until she used her safe word.  He might not even quit if she fell asleep, now knowing how much that excited her.  Halloween was her favorite night of the year, and he intended to make it the best night of her life.