daddy ghostface chases, stabs and rails you [chased] [horror] [deep voice]

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Ooh, did I scare you? Probably not, right? My brave little girl, you're not scared by a thing.

Yeah, do you like the mask? Yeah? No, I, um, noticed you started posing a lot about Kyle's face.

I don't really know. What it is you have for him, but I'll play along with it. You think he's hot? Really? What is it, like a dark fascination, or? I don't really get it.

Yeah, you're right. Do you like my knife? What do you mean you didn't even notice it? I saw you staring with wide open eyes right at it.

I mean, on a night like this, who knows what I'll do? I'm just playing with you. You're always so serious, aren't you? It's cute, though.

I like that about you. You are very unapologetically yourself, no matter what happens, really. Yeah, I think it's very attractive.

I remember how we used to watch, like, these horror movies together. And you'd always be so scared, but you always wanted to keep watching them. I mean, I would ask you, I would be like, you want to turn it off? Nope, never.

Every single time you wanted to keep watching, and you always wanted to watch the worst ones as well. I mean, worst in terms of scariest, the most violent movies. I never really understood it, to be honest.

Like, sometimes I really do think that you just want to be murdered. Which is kind of crazy, I guess. But then again, maybe I want to murder you as well.

I'm just kidding with you. I'm just playing. Yeah.

Yeah, no, the knife is huge. Yeah. Is that scary? When I hold it up against you like that? It must be unlike any other feeling in the world.

Come on, describe it to me. Is it cold? Warm? I mean, I know it's sharp.

But what's the sensation like? Live yourself into it. Think about it.

If I drag it down along your neck and down to your chest and your ribs, then what does that feel like? Or what if I do the exact same thing, but I hold your neck with my other hand while I'm doing it? Do you feel safe? Or do you feel scared? I'm genuinely just wondering.

Fine, I'll let go. I thought you were into this, though. Yeah, of course.

You know, I say I wouldn't actually do anything, but the more I think about chasing you down in this outfit with that knife, seeing that expression on your face, it's kind of nice. Yeah. It's almost like you make me want it.

No, baby, I'm not crazy. Come on. Totally just joking with you.

Yeah. I'd never actually do anything like that. You're not so sure? Me neither.

God, the way your lips look. Let me put my hand back on you. You're so cute.

You're already going a little bit pale. I mean, what if I just keep my grip around your neck and use it to throw you across the room down the hallway? Make you run from me? Then I'll chase you down.

And when I catch you, yes, when, not if, I'm going to give you the best time of your life. But it might be the last. Yeah.

Yeah, it's a little bit grim. Look at me. When I tell you to do something, you're supposed to do it.

You're already fucking up the rules. I want you to look me right in my eyes, through the holes in this mask, just the way I'm staring into yours. And now, I want you to run.

Yeah. You're in for a bad time, sweetheart. Oh, look at that.

Oh. Dumb little girl fell over already. Who could have guessed? Not me, of course.

I was genuinely rooting for you. Yeah, I was thinking in my head, she's going to make it out of this. But, you know, I guess not.

What if I stop you from running away from me with a bit of a more permanent solution? Ah. Do you still like the feeling of my knife going down your body like that? Look at me.

Come on, don't be so serious. Give me a smile. Good.

Keep looking into my eyes. I'll trickle this knife down along your body, down to your legs, and we'll just go ahead and stick the knife right into your thigh. Shut the fuck up.

Be quiet. I know you want to scream. It probably hurts pretty bad.

I mean, just looking at that. Ooh, it's pretty deep, isn't it? Hey, keep looking into my eyes.

Look into my eyes while you cry out all of the pain. I know I'm putting you into this pain, but it'll be worth it, don't worry. Dumb little girl like you.

You're like a wounded animal right now. You know, maybe I should just put you out of your misery immediately. Would be less cruel, don't you think? But then again, we're not done.

Don't give me those sad, sad eyes. I feel no pity for you. Besides, you've already gone through the worst.

I mean, it's not like it's gonna hurt any more than it already has, right? And I mean, look at you. You're handling it so well.

Well enough, I guess. Could always be a little bit better. Could be a little bit more quiet, for example.

It's fine. Stop crying. Or keep going.

Lick those tears right off your face. Yeah. No, no, no.

Why are you taking this all so seriously anyway? I mean, we're just joking around, right? Just putting on silly little costumes.

Playing with toy knives. Just like when we were kids. Get up on your knees.

Both of them. That includes the one that hurts. Good girl.

Alright. Keep looking into my eyes. Fuck.

You're so pretty. Staring at me like that. Poor, unfortunate little soul.

Grab my pants. I want you to pull them down. No, no, no.

Keep looking at me. Right into the mask. You're really fucking pretty right now.

Now you see what you're gonna do. You're gonna keep looking at me. You're gonna take my pants off.

You're gonna stick my dick right into your mouth. And don't you dare for even a second break eye contact. Because if you do, I'll shove my knife into that other leg of yours.

Probably should do that anyway, so you don't run away from me. Fuck. That's right.

Keep looking at me. I wish you could see what I see right now. And feel what I feel.

You have such pretty fucking eyes. And seeing your lips wrapped around my cock like that. Just makes me want to kill you.

There we go. Keep going. Deeper and deeper.

Let me grab your hair as well. Pulling your head back like that. Have my fucking mercy.

How does my blade feel against your throat? Good. Back to work.

That's it.