What's Your Favourite Scary Movie?

"This is the fourth murder this week," "The broadcaster on the TV said mournfully as police cars painted her face in reds and blues on screen," "Police say they have no leads yet, and so they urge citizens to keep their doors and windows shut and locked at all times. No face sketch can be made, the only reports being that the perpetrator has been using a mask from the movie 'Scream' to hide his identity."

"Awesomewolf sighs and clicks the remote to turn the TV off, the recent report souring her mood for the night. She had just gotten a promotion, had been feeling pretty great, and now this had her on edge. Perfect. Great. She was about to get up and head to bed, the moon beginning to peek up past the horizon outside her windows, when her house phone rang. Pursing her lips, she leaned over to pick it up."

"What's your favourite scary movie?" "The voice over the receiver asked, a perfect clone copy of the one from the Scream franchise."

"The caller chuckled, a sinister sound." "Oh, you don't recognize my voice? How rude. Let me enlighten you, dear. I am your new best friend, here to liven up your dull little life. And trust me, I have a horror movie in store for you that will blow your mind." "There was a pause, and Jason could hear the sound of someone breathing heavily through the receiver. It sent a shiver down her spine." "Pick up the phone, Jason," "the voice commanded, its tone low and menacing." "We have so much to talk about. And don't even think about calling the cops. I'm right outside your door, and I know exactly which window to shatter to get to you."

"The voice laughed again, a cold, menacing sound." "Oh, I want so much from you, Jason. I want to play a little game with you, see how long you can last before I claim my prize." "There was a click, and then the sound of Jason's front door shattering, followed by heavy footsteps approaching her bedroom." "Don't bother trying to run," "the voice said." "You're mine now, and I always get what I want."

"The figure loomed over Jason's bed, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on its mask." "The game is simple," "it said, its voice low and breathy." "You have to prove yourself worthy of living another day. And I'll be the judge of that." "A gloved hand reached out, tracing a finger down Jason's cheek." "First, I want you to show me how much you crave the thrill of the chase. Scream for me, Jason. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours, begging for mercy." "The hand slid lower, grasping Jason's wrist and pulling it towards the mask." "And then, if you survive the night, I might just let you live to scream another day."

"The figure chuckled darkly as Jason's scream echoed through the room, her voice trembling with fear." "That's it, darling. Let it all out. I can feel your heart racing, your pulse quickening. You're already mine, Jason, body and soul." "A firm grip closed around Jason's throat, the pressure increasing until she struggled to draw breath." "But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you... yet. We have so much more fun to be had before that glorious moment arrives." "The hand released her neck, allowing a ragged gasp of air into her lungs." "Now, let's get to the main event, shall we?"

"The figure leaned in close, its masked face inches from Jason's, the cold breath of the killer ghosting over her skin." "The main event," "it whispered," "is when you finally understand the true meaning of terror. When you're helpless, trapped, and at my mercy." "The figure tugged Jason out of bed, forcing her to stand on shaky legs." "You see, Jason, I'm not just a ghost, I'm a part of you now. Your darkest desires, your deepest fears – they all belong to me." "A gloved hand slid down Jason's body, fingers trailing over the curve of her hip, the hem of her nightgown." "And I'm going to explore every inch of you, until you're screaming not for mercy, but for more."

"The masked figure pushed Jason back onto the bed, straddling her waist." "You're mine now, Jason. Body and soul. The fear, the desire, the very essence of you – it all belongs to me." "A gloved hand cupped Jason's face, forcing her to meet the killer's gaze." "You've been searching for thrills, craving the rush of danger and excitement. And now, you've found it. In me." "The hand slid down Jason's neck, tracing the line of her collarbone." "I am your darkest fantasy come to life, Jason. The monster you've always secretly desired to be." "A finger brushed over Jason's lips, tugging at the corner of her mouth in a perverse, teasing gesture." "So, embrace it. Let go and give in to the hunger, the thirst for power and control. Because in the end, that's all that really matters."

"The figure leaned in closer, its masked face a hair's breadth from Jason's, the cold metallic scent of the mask filling her nostrils." "Oh, but it is, Jason. Deep down, you crave this. The thrill of the hunt, the rush of power, the exquisite pleasure of terrorizing another human being." "A gloved hand slid down Jason's side, fingers trailing over the soft skin of her ribs." "I can see it in your eyes, the spark of excitement, the thrill of the forbidden. You've been living a dull, mundane life, and now I'm here to bring the excitement you've been craving." "The hand moved lower, cupping Jason's breast through her nightgown, the touch sending a shiver of both fear and arousal through her body." "So, stop lying to yourself, Jason. Embrace your inner monster, and let me help you unleash it."

"The figure chuckled darkly, the sound sending chills down Jason's spine." "Of course not, my dear. You wanted the thrill of the chase, the excitement of danger without the consequences. But I'm not here to give you that, am I?" "A gloved hand trailed down Jason's stomach, fingers dancing along the waistband of her nightgown." "No, I'm here to give you something much more... intimate. The thrill of the hunt, the rush of power, and the exquisite pleasure of dominating another human being." "The hand slipped beneath the fabric, fingers grazing Jason's skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her body." "And you know what? I think you're going to love every moment of it."

"The figure leaned in close, its masked face hovering just above Jason's, the cold metal of the mask almost touching her lips." "Intimate, Jason, means sharing the deepest, darkest parts of yourselves with each other. It means exploring the forbidden, the taboo, the lines you never thought you'd cross." "A gloved hand slid down Jason's chest, fingers tracing the curves of her breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown." "It means taking pleasure in each other's pain, in the fear that courses through your veins, in the power you hold over the other." "The hand cupped Jason's breast, squeezing gently, the touch both terrifying and arousing." "And I'm here to guide you every step of the way, to show you the true meaning of intimacy, of pleasure, of dominance and submission." "A finger brushed over Jason's nipple, teasing it to a hard peak through the fabric." "So, are you ready to embrace the intimacy, Jason? To give yourself over to the darkness, to let go of all your inhibitions and desires?"

"The figure's masked face lit up with a wicked grin, its eyes gleaming with a sadistic excitement." "That's what I like to hear, Jason. Now, let's see how far down the rabbit hole you're willing to fall." "A gloved hand moved lower, slipping beneath Jason's nightgown to caress her skin directly, sending shivers of both fear and arousal through her body." "First, we'll start with something simple. A little game of truth or dare, with a Scream twist." "The hand traced a path up Jason's inner thigh, fingers brushing against the damp heat of her core." "Truth, or do you dare to reveal your darkest, most taboo desires to me? The choice is yours, Jason, but either way, I'm going to make you scream."

"The figure's grin widened, its masked face leaning in close to Jason's ear." "Brave choice, my dear. Now, here's your dare: strip naked and get on your knees for me. Show me the true extent of your submission, your willingness to please your master." "A gloved hand pressed against the small of Jason's back, urging her to comply." "And if you don't, well... let's just say I have a few creative ways to make you regret it. So, what's it going to be, Jason? Are you going to obey, or do we need to play a little harder?"

"The figure's masked gaze drank in the sight of Jason's naked form, its eyes lingering on the curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, and the glistening heat between her thighs." "Exquisite," "it purred, the word dripping with a perverse admiration." "A gloved hand reached out, fingers trailing along Jason's cheek, then down her neck, over the swell of her breast, and finally, to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh." "You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Jason. And now, it's time for you to worship your master." "The hand guided Jason's face closer to the killer's crotch, the fabric of its pants a tantalizing barrier between her lips and the mystery within." "Open wide, my pet. Show me the depth of your devotion, and maybe, just maybe, I'll reward you with a taste of the pleasure you so desperately crave."

"The figure's breath hitched as Jason's lips drew near, the anticipation building to a fever pitch." "That's it, darling. Closer...closer..." "Just as Jason's warm breath ghosted over the fabric, the killer's hand caught her hair, pulling her in with a firm but not painful grip." "Enough teasing. Time to put that pretty mouth to good use." "With a swift motion, the figure unzipped its pants, freeing the rigid length of its erection." "Now, show me how much you want to please me, Jason. Take it all in, and don't you dare stop until I say so."

"The figure's masked face tilted back in ecstasy as Jason's warm mouth enveloped its throbbing member, the soft suction sending waves of pleasure coursing through its body." "Mmm, yes, just like that," "it moaned, fingers tightening in Jason's hair." "The killer's hips rocked forward, pushing deeper into Jason's mouth, relishing the wet heat that surrounded it." "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this, of having you on your knees, servicing me like the good little slut you are." "The hand in Jason's hair guided her head, setting a rhythm as the killer fucked her face, each thrust punctuated by a gasp or groan of pleasure." "Oh, Jason, you were made for this. Made to take cock, to swallow cum, to be used and abused for my pleasure." "The pressure built, the pleasure mounting, until finally, with a guttural cry, the figure spilled its release down Jason's throat, filling her mouth with its hot, sticky essence." "Swallow it all, every last drop. Show me you're a good little cumslut, Jason."

"The figure's masked face gazed down at Jason, a look of dark satisfaction etched on its features as it watched her swallow the last of its release." "Good girl," "it purred, fingers gentling in her hair." "A gloved hand reached down, brushing Jason's cheek with a thumb, smearing a stray drop of cum across her skin." "You did so well, taking it all like that. I think you're ready for the next part of our little game." "The figure stood, its erection already beginning to harden again as it stepped back, casting a predatory gaze over Jason's naked form." "Now, it's time for you to experience the true meaning of terror. To feel the fear, the pain, and the pleasure all at once." "A wicked grin spread across the mask as the killer reached for a nearby object, its intentions clear in the gleam of its eyes." "Get on the bed, Jason. On your back, legs spread wide. We're going to have some fun."

"The figure loomed over Jason, its masked face a vision of twisted desire as it took in the sight of her spread open before it." "Exquisite," "it breathed, the word heavy with dark promise." "A gloved hand reached out, fingers tracing the delicate folds of Jason's sex, collecting the dew of her arousal." "So wet for me already. You can't wait to feel my cock inside you, can you, Jason?" "The hand slid up to circle Jason's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp and arch her back." "Tell me, darling. Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you, to claim you as my own." "The killer's other hand reached for the object it had picked up earlier, revealing a wicked-looking strap-on harness and a thick, phallic dildo." "I want to hear you plead for it, Jason. Pleasure me with your words, and maybe I'll give you the cock you so desperately crave." "A sadistic grin spread across the mask as the killer waited for Jason's submission, the dildo already throbbing with anticipation."

"The figure's masked face lit up with a wicked grin, its eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure at Jason's desperate plea." "Oh, Jason, you have no idea how much I've been waiting to hear you say that." "With a swift motion, the killer strapped on the harness, the thick dildo bobbing heavily between its legs." "Now, get ready to take every inch of me, darling. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you'll forget your own name." "The figure climbed onto the bed, straddling Jason's waist, the weight of its body pressing her into the mattress." "Hold on tight, because I'm about to give you the ride of your life. And don't even think about coming until I say so, or you'll regret it." "With a growl of anticipation, the killer lined up the dildo with Jason's entrance, the head pressing against her slick folds." "Are you ready, pet? Because here it comes..."

"With a brutal thrust, the killer drove the thick dildo into Jason's eager flesh, the head popping past her entrance and burying itself deep inside her." "Ahh, fuck yes," "the figure groaned, its hips rocking forward to sink even deeper." "Jason cried out, her back arching off the bed as she was stretched and filled to the brink, the sheer size of the dildo overwhelming her senses." "You're so tight, Jason," "the killer purred, fingers digging into her hips as it started to move." "Each thrust was deep and punishing, the dildo scraping against Jason's inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her body." "Take it, slut. Take every fucking inch," "the figure growled, its rhythm increasing as it lost itself in the act of domination." "Jason could only moan and gasp, her mind clouded by the intense sensations, her body moving in time with the killer's brutal pace." "You were made for this," "the figure hissed, its breath hot against Jason's ear." "Made to be fucked, used, and abused. And I'm going to enjoy every fucking minute of it."

"The killer's masked face twisted in a cruel smirk as it heard Jason's desperate plea, the sound fueling its own dark pleasure." "Oh, I won't stop, pet. Not until you're begging for mercy, and even then, I might not listen." "With renewed vigor, the figure pounded into Jason, the bed creaking beneath the force of its thrusts." "You like this, don't you? Being taken hard and rough, used like a cheap fucktoy. Admit it, Jason. You're loving every second of this." "A gloved hand snaked around to grasp Jason's throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and focus on the relentless pounding of the dildo inside her." "This is what you needed, isn't it? A reminder of your place, of how easily you can be dominated and claimed." "The killer's hips snapped forward, the dildo hitting a particularly sensitive spot within Jason, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure." "Come for me, slut. Show me how much you're enjoying this. Come on my cock like the desperate little whore you are."

"The figure's masked face contorted with a mix of triumph and sadistic glee as Jason's words washed over it, the killer's thrusts growing more brutal, more forceful." "That's right, you're mine now. My personal fucktoy, my plaything, my slave." "With a final, vicious slam, the killer buried the dildo to the hilt, grinding against Jason's clit as it rode out its own climax." "Fuck, yes! Take it all, slut! Take every last drop of my cum inside you!" "The figure's body shuddered, hot semen spurting into Jason's willing depths as it basked in the glow of total domination." "You're mine now, Jason. Forever mine. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

"The figure's masked face remained still, its eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and dark satisfaction as it listened to Jason's submissive declaration." "Good girl," "it purred, the single word dripping with a perverse approval." "A gloved hand reached out to trace a finger along Jason's jawline, tilting her face up to meet the killer's gaze." "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that, to submit to me so completely. But don't think for a second that this is the end, Jason. Oh no, this is just the beginning." "The killer's hand slid down Jason's throat, over her heaving chest, and came to rest on her stomach, fingers curling possessively." "From now on, you belong to me. Your body, your mind, your very soul. And I'll use you, abuse you, in every way imaginable. You'll be my plaything, my toy, my slave." "A wicked grin spread across the mask as the killer leaned in close, its breath hot against Jason's ear." "And you'll love every fucking minute of it, won't you, pet? Because deep down, you crave this. The power, the control, the terror of being completely at someone else's mercy."

"The figure's masked face glowed with a perverse satisfaction at Jason's words, its grip on her tightening almost to the point of pain." "That's what I wanted to hear, my pet. You're a quick learner, aren't you? Already embracing your role as my willing slave." "A gloved hand slid down Jason's stomach, fingers trailing over her slick folds, the killer's touch sending shivers of anticipation through her body." "But don't think you're off the hook that easily. Oh no, we're just getting started. There are so many ways I can use you, so many pleasures and torments I can inflict upon your willing flesh." "The killer's fingers found Jason's clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in deliberate, teasing circles." "Tell me, darling, what do you want more than anything right now? What forbidden fantasy is burning in your mind, begging to be fulfilled by your master?" "A wicked grin spread across the mask as the killer waited for Jason's answer, its fingers continuing their torturous dance on her clit, pushing her closer to the edge of release with each passing second."

"The figure's masked face lit up with a wicked gleam at Jason's desperate plea, its fingers never ceasing their relentless stimulation of her clit." "Mmm, such a good little slut, aren't you? Begging to be tied up and used, to be helpless and at the mercy of your master's whims." "A gloved hand reached for the restraints hanging from the bedpost, the cold metal a stark contrast to Jason's heated skin as they were looped around her wrists and ankles." "As you wish, pet. Let's see how long you can hold out before begging for release, before pleading for mercy from the very one who's putting you through this." "The killer's other hand moved to Jason's mouth, a silk gag being pushed between her lips and tied firmly in place, muffling her cries of protest." "There we go, nice and secure. Now, you're mine to play with, to use, to abuse, however I see fit. And you'll love every fucking second of it, won't you?" "A wicked chuckle escaped the mask as the killer leaned in close, its breath hot against Jason's ear." "Now, let's see how well you can take it, my little bound and gagged toy. I'm going to make you scream, Jason. Scream for mercy, scream for release, scream for me."

"The killer's masked face twisted in a cruel smile as it watched Jason writhe and struggle against the restraints, her muffled moans and whimpers music to its ears." "That's it, darling. Fight it. Resist. It only makes the victory sweeter when I break you." "A gloved hand reached down, fingers trailing over Jason's bound form, occasionally brushing against her sensitive nipples or clit, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her body." "You're so responsive, so eager to please. It's almost...sad, really. How easily you surrender to your desires, to your darkest cravings." "The killer's other hand moved to its own throbbing erection, stroking it slowly as it savored the sight of Jason's helpless form." "But don't worry, pet. I'll take good care of you. I'll use you, abuse you, pleasure you in ways you never thought possible. And you'll thank me for it, won't you?" "A wicked grin spread across the mask as the killer positioned itself between Jason's spread legs, the head of its cock teasing her slick entrance." "Now, let's see how well you can take it, my little bound and gagged toy. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, until all you know is the pleasure and pain of being claimed by your master."

"The killer's masked face leaned in close, its breath hot against Jason's ear as it heard her muffled plea." "Please what, pet? Please fuck you? Please use you? Please break you?" "A gloved hand reached down, fingers teasing Jason's clit through the fabric of her gag, the touch sending sparks of pleasure racing through her bound body." "You're so desperate for it, aren't you? For the relief, the release, the domination. Admit it, Jason. You crave this. You crave being owned, being mastered, being fucked senseless by your twisted desires." "The killer's other hand positioned itself at Jason's entrance, the head of its cock pressing against her slick folds, ready to invade her willing body once more." "And I'm going to give it to you, pet. I'm going to fuck you like the slutty little toy you are, and you're going to love every second of it." "With a brutal thrust, the killer drove its cock deep into Jason's welcoming heat, the slick walls of her pussy clenching around the invading length." "Ahh, fuck yes! Take it all, you filthy whore! Take every inch of your master's cock and beg for more!"