9. Ghost

Nine

Ghost

M aking our way into the maze out of sight from everyone else, I decided we could make a little bit of small talk. One thing I know for sure is that I plan on eating this man up tonight, and I wouldn't care if he bent me over somewhere in the maze. I want him to take me, free me from all of reality.

However, I don't want to seem unorthodox to this man. "Can I know your name? I realized your profile never said an actual name. And to be honest, I didn't really give a fuck at that time," I bluntly said but in a curious way.

"What made you want to know it now? How do you know Ghost isn't my real name?" I take a second to think of something.

"Just a bit curious, I guess, and come on, it's not. Is it?" I mean, I'm not lying. I am curious.

"Ghost, you can call me Ghost, as my profile says. Maybe… Maybe I can tell you my real name if tonight goes well." His voice made my insides feel like an inferno, but the name made my blood instantly drain from my face, and goosebumps shoot up my spine.

Ghost is a name I haven't heard in a while, and what are the odds someone I met online uses the same name? I really feel like some déjà vu shit is going on.

"Alright, now my turn." Ghost let out. "Do you usually meet up with strange men at night time?" He said with a light chuckle.

"No, you're actually the first," I said timidly. "And I don't plan on making it a habit either," I said seriously.

"One more thing. Want to tell me your name?" He cocked his head at me.

"When you tell me yours, I may tell you mine. Until that happens, Tormenta will do." I let out.

"Alright, seems fair enough." He wraps up the conversation.

Tonight, he will see a side of me that no one knows. He can choose to stay or leave, but leaving will result in death. I'm not sure if this counts as a date, but I want it to be unforgettable if it does. He'll have to decide whether to embrace the shadows within me or try to escape, knowing that escape means facing the ultimate consequence. This evening isn't just about us; it's about revealing the truth beneath the surface. If this is a date, it will be unlike any other, etched into his memory forever. He will either become a part of my reality or be consumed by it. One way or another, tonight will change, especially for him.

The maze is huge, and actors are out in it dressed in horror costumes to put more fear in people at tonight's events. It's perfect for a hunting ground, and it's perfect for me to be able to play.

Ghost and I see a place in the maze where not much foot traffic is going through, but enough to scare the shit out of people. Perfect. "Hey, what about right there?" he pointed to a spot where the only visible light was the moonlight, and to make matters even better, it was a dead end.

"You read my mind," I told him in a dark voice. Let's see what he has to offer.

We move closer, the crunch of leaves underfoot adding to the sinister screams of the night. The moonlight casts long, twisted shadows on the maze walls, creating a haunting and electrifying atmosphere. Ghost's eyes, hidden behind his mask, still seem to convey a mischievous glint as he surveys the spot.

"This is going to be perfect," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "No one will see it coming." I nod in agreement, feeling a thrill of anticipation.

We get down, positioning ourselves prone to observe the foot traffic and identify our potential targets. A group of teens ventures down the path, only to discover the dead end. One of the girls starts crying and panicking. Ghost and I exchange a knowing look.

I don't fuck with kids. It's one of my self-proclaimed rules. We face one another, and I feel his eyes lock on mine. He nods. It was as if we agreed that they weren't to be messed with. Perfect. I like that.

At first, it was kind of boring playing the waiting game. But eventually, someone was bound to stumble over here. We heard screaming coming from different directions, mixed with occasional laughter. As much as I'd like to say today has gone according to plan, it hasn't. Today was supposed to be my day to torment, hunt, and burn motherfuckers into the ground. Damn them to hell. I was supposed to do many things, but nothing has gone as planned, especially with the group of men I overheard earlier. It looks like we aren't the only ones hunting on these grounds. I should be lathering myself in someone's warm blood by now.

Ghost bumps my shoulder, jolting me out of my daydream and back to reality. I lick my lips and glance over at him. He gives me a knowing look, nodding his head, and subtly gestures with his head towards a group of men. They appear to be drunk, their demeanors unmistakably cocky. Seeing them ignites a spark of anticipation within me, knowing that our night might just get interesting.

Wait, what's the plan? He never mentioned a plan. I guess I'll sit this one out for now. One of the guys notices the dead end and tells his buddies he needs to take a piss. He suggests they go ahead without him and assures them he'll catch up once he gets done. As he starts to veer off, anticipation builds up inside me.

My adrenaline is pumping, causing my mouth to salivate. Ghost is getting into a position where he is stealthy, and my, oh my. This is something I would pay to see. The moon gave enough light to see a scorpion tattoo on the side of his neck and the stinger wraps up to his jawline.

My thighs clench together at the thought of his head between my legs. His movements are clean and precise, as if he's been trained for this his whole life. Ghost jumps out from the stalks of corn we've been hiding in and makes the first move. He stands there in silence, his eyes locked on the guy, waiting for him to notice. The tension in the air is palpable, every second feeling like an eternity. What was his plan? Did he have one, or was he just improvising? The anticipation sends a shiver down my spine. I will just follow his lead. I have never been in a situation like this before.

"Oh shit, I didn't even see you there man. When you got to go, you got to go, am I right?" The drunk guy chuckles. My eyes bounced back and forth, alternating from Ghost's stance to the man who was pridefully continuing to piss out in the open. Ghost stayed silent. I want to know what is going on in that mind of his. He tilts his head slightly to the left, making the drunk man uncomfortable. I think I'll stand by and see where this goes.

"Hey pal, do we have a problem? Are you gay or something? Why are you watching me take a piss?" Ghost's fists curled, and I could sense that he was getting pissed off. That made me more horny than it should have. His hands are veiny. I can imagine them wrapped tightly around my throat, their grip constricting and cutting off my breath. The sensation of being unable to breathe sends a shiver down my spine. Every muscle in my body tenses as I struggle against the pressure. The desperate need to be fucked by this man overwhelms me. I shake my head, focusing my attention on Ghost.

The drunk man zipped up his pants and staggered towards Ghost, clearly looking for trouble. "Do you fucking mind, man?" he yelled at Ghost, his voice slurred and aggressive. A part of me wants to step in and slit this guy's throat for being hostile to Ghost, feeling the rush of adrenaline at the thought. But another part of me is curious, eager to see what Ghost will do next. The tension in the air is palpable, and I can't help but watch, waiting for the moment to unfold.

The drunk man takes a weak swing at Ghost, who smoothly dodges, causing the guy to stumble and hit the ground hard. Ghost stands over him, lifting his mask slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the man struggle to get back up. That smirk sends a jolt through me, making my body tremble. There is tension in the air, and I can feel my heart race as I wait to see what Ghost will do next.

Ghost's eyes remain fixed on the drunk man, who is now groaning and trying to push himself off the ground. The smirk on Ghost's face only widens, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the chaos unfolding. I can see the glint of satisfaction in his eyes, sending another shiver down my spine.

As the man finally manages to get on his knees, Ghost takes a step closer, his presence commanding and intimidating. The drunk man looks up, fear flickering in his eyes as he realizes the gravity of his mistake. Ghost's smirk never falters, and the tension in the air becomes almost unbearable. The scene is electric, and I can't tear my eyes away, captivated by the raw power and control Ghost shows.

His calm, controlled demeanor and extraordinary physique should terrify anyone, not me though. Anyone sober and smart enough would retreat at the sight of him. Ghost reached down to offer the man a hand. When the man reached up, Ghost pulled him up like he weighed nothing. This man has easily got to weigh over 250 pounds.

The man froze in shock. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. My heart pounded, sending waves of adrenaline to my brain, triggering my fight-or-flight response. I never chose flight. This man isn't going to shoot Ghost. I let out a sharp whistle, diverting his attention from Ghost. Confusion covered his face as he squinted, trying to focus on me.

The man's distraction sealed his fate. In a familiar move, Ghost swiftly countered, snatching the gun and pulling out a hidden knife from his lower back. Ghost swept the man's feet from under him, giving him little chance to yell or plead for help. It was game over for this once full-of-life man.

Ghost stabbed him in his chest and tore the knife down his sternum like he was gutting a wild animal. I stood there in complete and utter shock, but so fuckin' turned on. This man was made for me. Once the blood began pouring out of the lifeless man and his body gave its final goodbyes to the brain, causing it to twitch, he looked up at me, and the look on his face made my heart skip a beat. We locked eyes even though my mask was still on, and he let out a deep groan like someone starving.

"I guess I may have taken it a little too far. I am sorry you had to see that side of me, Little Killer." He said in a disgruntled and low voice. He was closing in the distance between him and me. His knife is still drawn, and my hand is resting on my thigh where I keep my knife because what if I'm next? No chance, I'd let this man do a lot to me, but ending my life won't be one of them.

He flashes a crooked grin, blood splattered across his face, and it sends a shiver down deep into my core. He wipes a spot off his lower lip with his thumb and sucks it clean, a gesture that should repulse me but instead draws me in. I can't help but feel an intense attraction to him, a magnetic pull that I can't resist. Where has this man been all my miserable life? His dark allure captivates me, and I find myself longing for him in a way I never thought would be possible.

I don't even know what to say or do at this moment. I feel like I'm in a dream, but I have the devil chasing me.

Ghost leans in and gets up close and personal; his smell is intoxicating. He smells like death and expensive cologne. He takes a hand and pulls up my mask to cup my face, bringing up the knife he had just gutted a man with and tracing it down my cleavage. Touching my nose to his and locking eyes with mine, "Do I scare you?" He said in a dark and low voice. "Quite the opposite, actually." The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering so much that I felt like I was floating.

"Is that so? Or are you only saying that because you fear what I might do to you?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with a sinister challenge. I'm not afraid. "If only you knew the darkness that lived inside me, not even you would be able to tame it," I said, my voice catching slightly but filled with need. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So show me," he demanded, putting me on the spot as he flipped his knife around and offered me the grip. The weight of the blade in my hand felt both foreign and familiar, and I knew this moment would reveal the depths of our twisted connection.

"No, thanks. I have my own way of doing things." I place his knife down into his hand, drawing out mine. "A fixed blade, I like it. You are just full of secrets, aren't you, Little Killer?" He will soon discover that the nickname he gave me as a joke is only the start of something. He may just bite off way more than he can chew.