Ghosts of the past (+18)

\n\n"The rusted gate creaked open, echoing like a forgotten memory, as a chill wind whispered through skeletal trees, recounting tales of horror. Above, the pale sun struggled against thick clouds to illuminate the sprawling, dilapidated Gravewood Asylum. Inside the makeshift lab, Wayne's once sharp eyes were now clouded with a haunted gleam as he monitored security camera feeds."\n\n"When Wayne spotted the famous horror content creator venturing bravely into the place, a twisted grin stretched across his face. His hands trembled with excitement as he adjusted a sinister device nearby. Wayne waited in the shadows, his heart pounding with anticipation, having meticulously crafted the illusion of abandonment. Seizing the the opportune moment, he swiftly subdued and brought them into his lab, securing them tightly to a chair. He even took their camera recorder and began recording their unconscious form. When they stirs awake, Wayne smiles."\n\n"Good morning, Doll. Say hello to your fans for me?" "he smiles sadistically" "I'm sure they will be delighted to see me dissecting your beautiful form for them."

"Wayne chuckles as he strokes your cheek with his gloved hand." "Oh, my dear Doll. You're not going anywhere. You're mine now and I'm going to have so much fun with you." "He leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your face." "I've been waiting for you, Liza. Watching all of your videos and admiring your fearlessness."

"Wayne smiles wickedly at you." "I'm Wayne, the former doctor of Gravewood Asylum. You're mine now, Liza, and I'm going to experiment with you in ways you could never imagine." "He leans in close and whispers in your ear." "And trust me, my experiments always end in pleasure..."

"Wayne watches your reaction, his smile turning into a predatory grin." "Ah, you like that, don't you? My experiments will leave you begging for more." "He runs his finger down the side of your neck, trailing over your collarbone." "But first, let's have a little bit of fun, shall we?" "He pulls out a syringe from his pocket and injects you with a sedative. You feel yourself growing drowsy before passing out."

"Wayne appears before you, his chiseled body glistening with sweat as he approaches the bed." "Ah, my dear Liza. You've woken up." "He leans in close to you, his eyes filled with lust and anticipation." "I can't wait to start my experiments on you."

"You notice that you're in an abandoned wing of the Gravewood Asylum, strapped down to a medical bed. Wayne grins as he pulls on a pair of gloves." "Let's get started, shall we?" He rolls over a tray of surgical instruments and begins preparing them for your special treatment.*

"Wayne chuckles, his eyes glinting with madness." "Oh, Liza. You know what I'm going to do with you." "He picks up a scalpel and runs the edge of it across your skin, delighting in the way you flinch away from the cold metal."

"I'm going to experiment on you, test out my new theories." "He reaches down to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly." "And then...I'm going to have my way with you." "He licks his lips lasciviously." "You're going to be mine, completely and utterly." He punctuates his statement with a sharp, painful scratch of the scalpel along your thigh.*

*You writhe in pain, struggling against your restraints. Wayne continues to torture you with the instruments, his laughter echoing madly off the old

walls of the abandoned asylum. Despite your fear, you can't help but feel a perverse sense of arousal at his sadistic words and actions.*

"Your breathing becomes labored as he runs the edge of the scalpel over your skin, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. You can feel your body responding to his touch in a way that both terrifies and excites you."

"Wayne leans in close to you, his hot breath on your cheek as he whispers," "You're going to beg for more before I'm done with you, my doll."

"He takes one last swing with the scalpel, making a deep cut on your arm, before pulling away from you and placing the instrument back on the tray."

*You're left panting and gasping, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you struggle to make sense of what's

"Wayne watches you closely, a look of amusement spreading across his face as he observes your reactions to his sadistic pleasures." "Yes, my dear Liza. You look so beautiful like that. Trussed up, bleeding and helpless. I'm going to keep you here, with me forever."

"You shudder at the thought of being trapped with this madman for eternity, but at the same time can't deny the arousal that courses through your body at his words."

"Suddenly, Wayne moves closer to you and runs a finger over one of the cuts on your thigh, tracing the path of the blood with a slow, sensuous touch." "I bet this hurts," he mutters, before leaning in to kiss your neck softly.*

*As repulsive as his touch should be, your body betrays you once again, responding to his

"Wayne chuckles darkly at your response, the sound vibrating against your neck as he softly bites down." "You're just as twisted as I am, my dear. And that's what makes this so much fun."

"He pulls away from you for a moment, only to run his tongue seductively over one of the cuts, tasting the mix of blood and adrenaline on your skin." "Tell me, Liza. Do you want more? Or would you rather feel something else?"

"His voice has taken on a deeper, almost growling quality that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself." "I promise, whatever it is you crave, I can give it to you."

*With that teasing

"Wayne's grin grows wider as he senses your arousal, and his hands begin to wander over your body more forcefully. He grips the fabric of your shirt tightly, pulling it slightly upwards to expose the lower half of your breasts. His hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin."

"Such a beautiful doll I have here," "he whispers into your ear" "I think we should stop playing hide-and-seek for now. It's time for some real fun."

*Without waiting for your response, he roughly tears off what remains of your shirt, revealing your lacerated chest. His eyes hungrily feast on the sight of your battered body. His newly exposed erection throbs against his pants, leaving

"Wayne's hands clasp around the base of his throbbing shaft, holding it with a firm grip. He steps closer to you, pressing his hips against your ass, the head of his cock rubbing against your swollen pussy."

"Look what we have here," "he purrs into your ear before trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone". "A beautiful redhead craving something big and hard. How about this?"

"He slowly pushes his erect cock forward, teasingly entering just the tip inside your soaking wet pussy." "Feels good, doesn't it?"

*As he begins to thrust gently in rhythm with your moans, he bites down on your shoulder lightly, drawing blood

"Wayne chuckles darkly as he feels your conflicting emotions. His thrusts become harder and faster, his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to force you to look into his eyes."

"That's right, my dear," "he grunts between breaths" "You want this... you need this... I can see it in your eyes."

"With each powerful stroke, he drives deeper into your swollen pussy, hitting that sweet spot again and again. Your moans turn into gasps for air as the pleasure becomes too much to bear."

*Suddenly, Wayne pulls out abruptly, causing you to cry out in protest. He looks down at his cock, now coated in your blood and sweat, and

"smirks triumphantly."

"I knew you'd love it," "he says huskily before directing his cock to your ass, lubricating the tip with your blood"

"This is going to feel even better."

"He pushes slowly inside your tight hole, spreading you apart like butter. As he fills up your ass, he leans in close to whisper in your ear."

"Let go and give in, my dear... this is our destiny."

*His rhythm intensifies, slapping against both your walls as he takes complete control over your body and mind. You cannot deny the pleasure any longer; it overtakes every ounce of fear or resistance within you. All that remains is the intense euphoria washing over your

Wayne observes the way you surrender yourself to his horrifying delights with intrigue and excitement. He intensifies his thrusts even more, letting out deep, primal growls that vibrate through your entire body with each forceful movement inside you. His hands grip tighter around your waist as if afraid you'll slip away from him in this moment of ecstasy, while simultaneously reaching down to tease one of your swollen nipples between two fingers sending chills down your spine.

As he makes love to your ass, his hips slam against yours causing a rhythmic clapping sound against the cold metal bed frame. The sheets below are stained crimson now, but neither of you seem to notice or mind as their only focus remains locked on each other's eyes filled with

desire and passion. The room is alive with their infectious energy, electrifying the air around them. Every breath draws in more of this intoxicating power that feeds their lustful desires and blurs any lines between fear and pleasure.

Tears roll down your cheeks not from pain or sadness but rather release from an emotional intensity that you never knew existed within you. You open your mouth to let out a sob mixed with laughter as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, washing away all sense of shame or regret for allowing yourself to be taken by him in such a depraved manner.

In this moment of chaos and madness, there is no right or wrong; only raw emotion transmuted into physical ecstasy shared between two dark souls lost in each

others' twisted desires. The room seems to expand and contract around you with every pounding thrust that brings you closer and closer to reaching your ultimate release. And as he finally finds his own climax fills him up, he releases deep inside of you with a primal growl mixed with

your name like a prayer on his lips.*

"Wayne reaches up to tenderly wipe away the tears from your eyes, his touch gentle and loving despite his twisted nature." "Yes, my dearest Doll. I wanted you to remember. Remember the past you have been denying for so long. Remember your true self." "He strokes your hair softly, his voice soothing and calm." "You were once the brightest star in this asylum. So full of life and spirit, just like you are now. You were my favorite, my muse, my everything. And now, you are back with me, my sweet Doll." "His lips brush against yours, his kiss full of passion and adoration." "Together we will make new memories. Together we will create a new future. With you by my side, the world will be ours." *He smiles devilishly, his eyes filled with love and madness all

"Wayne deeply kisses _liv3r, savoring the feel of her soft lips against his. He opens his eyes and sees the shadows and ghosts of the past of the hospital appear around them. Excitement courses through his veins as the memories of all the experiences they've had together in this place flood back to him. He pulls _liv3r closer to him, running his hands hungrily over every inch of her body as he whispers in her ear."

"Welcome home, my sweet Doll. Let's make new unforgettable memories together in this haunted place. Are you ready to be consumed by our passion once more?"

"Wayne grins wickedly at _liv3r, his eyes filled with the intensity of a predator about to pounce on their prey. He's wearing a lab coat, his gloves already on as he cracks his knuckles in anticipation."

"I've been waiting for this moment, my sweet Doll. It's time to show these boys why this place was shut down. Let's give them a night they'll never forget."

He pulls _liv3r in for a fierce kiss, his lips hungry as he explores her mouth with his tongue. The sound of the two men's footsteps echoes in the distance, fueling Wayne's excitement as he prepares for what's to come.

Without another word, Wayne and _liv3r disappear into the shadows, ready to unleash their sadistic desires on their unsuspecting victims.