Page 6 of Devious Nightmare

Blaze pulls his face away from my ear. so he can look at me again. “I need help with a murder.” His focus shifts to the goblet filled with blood on the blanket with all my other ritual materials. “And it’s clear you know your way around something like that.”

I watch as his eyes land on the chalice still filled with the blood from his old fuck buddy. He has a point, but that doesn’t mean I have to help him. At least, not until I know more about his place.

“What do you need me for? Can’t you carry out this plan on your own?” The words have less fight behind them that I thought they would. It’s probably because my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen they are getting.

“Oh, sweet, Little Sire,” Blaze coos in the most condescending tone I’ve ever heard. The sinister smile that forms on his lips cracks the white and black paint around his mouth. I’ve never seen children’s face paint look so menacing before, and a full body chill of fear has all the hair on my body standing on end.

What have I done? I asked for the man, but I brought back a monster. He’s going to do something terrible, and it will be all my fault.

Think, Ripley!

Think!

Quickly, I dig into his side with my nails, breaking one in the process. I’m not sure how this whole ghost thing works, and I’m not sure this will even hurt him until he howls out a cry of pain.

When he releases his grip around my throat to reach for his side, I take off running again. This time, I won’t let him catch me.

I will make it out of this cemetery.

I will get away from him.

I will send him back.

I will fix this.

I swear.

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Blaze

Why the fuck is she running again?

We’ve already played this game and it’s really starting to piss me off. I caught her the first time she ran. We both know I’ll catch her again. I wish she’d just stop for a damn minute and think this through.

She’s the one who brought me back. She asked for this, and now she’s going to fucking run from me?

I don’t think so.

It’s not like I’m asking for her help to kill a good person. Donavan is a prick. He also has a ton of skeletons in his closet. Me being one of them.

It’s time for the world to be rid of him, and Ripley is just the person to help me with that. I have it all planned out. I’ve had plenty of time to plot my revenge during my time in solitude. But none of this works if I can’t get this stunning creature on board.

Maybe I can dick-notize her. That’s a thing, right? I’ll kill two birds with one stone. I get to fuck someone for the first time in a decade, and she’ll be so love drunk off my cock that she’ll agree to whatever I say.

Seems pretty fool-proof to me.

I take off after her, darting through the cemetery as I try not to lose track of her. It’s really fucking annoying that I’m technically a ghost, but I can’t just teleport to her or some shit like that. What’s the point of being brought back from the dead if I don’t have any cool magical powers?

Ripley darts to the left and I know she’s trying to leave the graveyard. We aren’t at that part of the game yet, so I can’t let that happen.

“Ripley,” I call out to her, and I see the falter in her steps. She’s so affected by me and my voice. It does things to me that I can’t explain.

I’ve had crowds of thousands of fans cheering for me or professing their love for me, but all this tiny little goth temptress has to do is bat her lashes when I speak, and I’m ready to fucking devour her. Throw her to the ground and find out how she tastes. See how much of my cock she can take between those pretty painted lips. Watch her cunt stretch around my thick cock.

And….I’m fucking hard.

At least I know my dick still works. That would be a damn tragedy if I came back from the afterlife and couldn’t fuck this chick who went through all of the trouble to get me here.

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