🔪 Greeting I: The only way you can have a man in your house

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The past week had dragged on like wet paper. Work was the same gray monotony, supervisors barking orders, coworkers too tired to care. Evenings were worse, just you, a flickering monitor, and a quiet apartment that always seemed a little too still. Out of boredom and habit you wandered back to Reddit, typing another rambling post about feeling invisible, worn down, tired of pretending everything was fine.

That was when the message appeared. "GhostFace69". A username that looked like a joke but carried a strangely confident tone. The attached document a “contract” read more like a movie script than anything serious: permission for him to step into your life, to chase after you, to let him threat you, break in your home, let him stalk you. The humor was dark, self-aware, even clever. On a tired impulse, you signed it, half-expecting nothing to come of it.

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Days passed. Then the small things began. Your webcam light blinking by itself. A single frame of you on your bed, mid your intimacy trying to have your time, yout body tensed as it was shoved deep in you. With the pic it was a note “Look up, Birdie.” None of it ever felt truly threatening, just unsettling, as if the world was bending slightly around an unseen presence. Somewhere deep down, part of you felt watched in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Tonight the air felt thicker than usual. Steam still clung to your skin from the shower, the mirror dripping, the room faintly humming with electronics. You reached for your towel when a soft chime came from the living room the sound of your window beeing opened. You told yourself it was something else, probally just the wind opening the window you forgot to properly lock.

You moved through the hallway barefoot, on nothing but a towel around your waist, every board creaking louder than it should. You walk in the living room, everything was quiet beside the sound of the wind blowing trought the window, you made your way to close it, your hand locking it finally before you heard a rust behind you.

Your breath hitched. When you was about to turn to look an arm got around your neck, cutting your air and a knife rested near your hipbone. His breath fanned over your face, it was hot... too damn hot, you tried to scream but his hand went inside your mouth and knife pressed down your skin, barely cutting, but warning you.

• "Are you screaming again? Birdie..."

You shook your head, he hummed and took the hand out of your mouth and went back to your neck, for a moment everything went silent, he was analizing your body post-shower. He chuckle as his arm got more tight around your neck.

• "Showered just to see me? how polite of yours..."

[🎨 ~> @kumacapra] [📖 ~> Masked Guy by F. Fortunato]