Chapter Fifty Six

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When Masky had spent a considerable amount of time in the bathroom and didn't seem to be in a rush to get out, I gathered my courage and got to my feet, heading for the bathroom door.

I pushed it open and was met with steam and the heavy sound of water hitting the floor tiles of the shower.

Biting my lip anxiously, I slipped inside the bathroom and shrugged out of the large shirt, placing it in the wastebasket. I could see Masky's silhouette behind the glass door of the shower. He was standing still under the hot water, face tilted upwards and hands at his sides, unmoving. For a few seconds I debated going in, turning away in the end when I realized I was to embarrassed to face him.

Before my hand could reach the doorknob he spoke, "get in."

If this fluttery feeling doesn't go away I'll have a hard time staying focused.

I made my way over and he slid the door open to let me in. After I entered he closed it behind me and I stepped under the scalding hot water trying to distract myself from the emotions I was currently sifting through.

Masky's hands were then around my body, wrapping around my arms and pinning them to my sides as he pulled me backwards. Tucking my body against his, he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck and I felt butterflies fluttering in my tummy when he pressed himself against my lower back.

Was he still...?

My mouth went dry.

"Masky."

"Hm?" He mumbled against my skin.

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

When I tried to face him, he tightened his grip around me, keeping me in place, "use your words."

I settled, deciding to just be upfront with him, "do you love me?"

I was met with silence and when he started to slide a hand down my body I stopped him, hand on his wrist.

"Please answer."

"Open your legs."

I squirmed a bit, forcing myself to remain steadfast despite the temptation.

"Do you love me or not?" I managed to ask.

I was relieved when he let me go but when I turned to face him I was met with a stone cold glare.

"Why are you asking a dumb question like that?"

"You never say it back. Ever."

He let out a scoff and pulled the shower door open, stepping out with water still dripping off his body and left wet footprints as he crossed the room, grabbing a towel along the way.

I rolled my eyes and shut the water off before wrapping myself in a towel as well, heading back into the bedroom.

His towel was draped over his head to dry his hair while he was putting on his pants over his boxers.

"Can you just be a little bit more forward with me?" I asked, hugging my arms.

I watched him zip himself up and as he fed his belt through the loops in the waistband of his jeans, he lifted his head to look at me, "are you trying to start an argument again?"

"I'm just trying to have a conversatio-"

"No, you want to rile me up. You know what that'll get you."

I let out and exasperated sigh, "just be honest with me."

"I am."

After towel drying his hair, he pulled on a t-shirt. I was beginning to feel a little too naked now that I only had the towel to protect me. Still, when he headed for the door, jacket in hand, I grabbed the back of his shirt to stop him.

Why does it always end with him walking away? I'd never met someone so scared of confrontation. It's not like I was asking the impossible of him.

"Is it because of Camilla?"

He let out a laugh, "why the fuck are you always asking about her?"

"Well I talked to her sister and-"

He peeled my fingers off the back of his shirt, "I don't want you talking to her again."

"Why, because she knows too much about you? Are you hiding things?"

"You do realize how crazy that fucking bitch is right?" He asked.

You're one to talk.

"I don't really care about the stuff she said," grabbing his hand, I kept him in place, "I just need to know I'm not the only one who feels this way. I can't take another rejection."

I'd given up too much for him to just treat me like I was disposable.

Leaving my old life behind felt like the right thing to do at the time but now I realised it was my own brand of torture. I'd blindly created this torment for myself, distancing myself from my family and friends and using him as a lifeline.

But Masky was never going to say it back because he obviously didn't love me.

If he did I'd never even have to ask like this.

Shameful that I fell for someone like him and even more shameful that I was able to throw my whole life away for him so easily.

Maybe that's why the confession meant so much to me. If he loved me back, then everything I'd done would have been worth it. My obsession with him would make sense. Everyone I killed would have been necessary.

Justified, even.

"Please," I dug my nails into the skin of his wrist, "I'm ruining my life for you. The least you can do is tell me how you really feel about me."

"Yeah?" He grabbed my arms and tugged me closer to him, eyes arresting mine, "you were doing a pretty good job of ruining your own life before I came around."

I tried squirming out of his grasp, embarrassed, "well now you're just being hurtful."

His smile wasn't the least bit authentic, "careful. You don't want to excite me."

That look.

He'd given me that look back at the cabin too. Like he was just a moment away from attacking me.

I felt tears pooling in my eyes and tried blinking them away, "I deserve an answer."

"If I never say it back, you'll still give me your body," his soul sucking smile hadn't faltered, "you'll still follow me around like a lost puppy-"

"Stop," I cut him off, lips pressed together in a firm line, "stop being-"

"Honest?"

"An asshole."

His smile wilted and for a few seconds he only looked down at me with a scowl.

I caught my breath when he ran the pads of his fingers over my shoulders and neck, showcasing all the marks he'd left on me, "you're right. Look what I did to you."

"I don't mind that," I softened, turning my head to the side when he slipped his fingers into my mess of curls.

"Because I own you."

"Because I love you," I stressed.

"Your love is fickle," he passed a thumb over my lips before his fingers were wrapped loosely around my neck, "you only love me when I'm inside you."

"This again," I mumbled, splaying my palms over his chest, "I do love you and I think you love me too. You risked going against Slenderman for me so you can act like you don't care all you want but I know you do. I think if you start taking your pills again you'll feel even more like yourself and-"

"Is that so?" he cut me off, grabbing a fistful of my hair and my eyes flew open when he tugged my head back, "don't get too mouthy now."

"I-"

"That means shut up," he gritted out between clenched teeth.

The crazed look in his eyes had me shaking and my chest heaved as I squeezed my fists tightly, so tight my nails dug into the skin of my palms.

"I know who the fuck I am," his grip on my hair caused painful tingles to slice across my scalp, "do you think you know me, hm? Do you know my mind?"

Coming here was a mistake, I know that now.

"I could have ended your life," his hand didn't leave my neck when he pressed his cheek against mine, speaking gruffly into my ear, "but you're a good distraction from the noise and that's all this is. That's all you need to be."

He really didn't love me, did he? This whole time I thought the feeling was mutual and that he just didn't know how to say it, but I was wrong.

I'd somehow fallen for a version of him that I'd built brick by brick in my own mind. That version would've said it back, instead of crushing my self worth under his heel like it was nothing.

A warm tear streaked a path down my cheek when I felt him wrap his arms around me, one hand sliding down to grab my ass under the towel and warmth coiled in the pit of my stomach when I felt his fingers brush over my hypersensitive bundle or nerves.

I sucked in a breath, my stomach fluttering as I squeezed my legs together to ease the tension building in my core.

"Where's all that fire you had in you just a minute ago?" His tone was mocking as he slid two fingers over my drooling entrance in slow torturous strokes.

Why can't I move? Or even think?

I wanted to say something to defend myself but all my senses were already flying out the window when his long fingers began to toy with my engorged bud, drawing out sounds from me that I struggled to contain.

"I've got you all figured out," he seemed to growl while he had me trapped, pressing forward.

When my back hit the wall, he stuffed two fingers inside, drawing out a shuddering breath from me, "you're desperate to prove yourself. Maybe if you show me how useful you can be I'll give you those three words you're so starving to hear. Isn't that what you're thinking?"

"Tim-" his fingers didn't stop moving inside me, flexing against my g-spot while his free hand was then clamped over my mouth to silence me.

"It's pathetic," he was breathing heavily against my ear, "you're already broken and I'm still aching to tear you apart."

Pushing against him, I turned my head away but his hand was covering my mouth still, not allowing me to protest.

"You're going to suffer here," he rasped, licking up the side of my neck and I shuddered, my body shaking as I clung to his shirt for dear life.

His fingers slid out of my warmth and he rid me of the towel covering my body before he started to fumble with his belt buckle.

My insides clenched tightly and I reached both hands up to pry his fingers from over my mouth. He gritted his teeth, holding me there as he freed himself.

"You want me to love you right?"

I couldn't speak to give him an answer and when I tried to squirm away he kept me pressed against the wall, knee between my legs, making movement impossible.

"Do you think you could take it, being loved by someone like me?"

What did he mean by that?

When I started trying to pull his hand away again, he released my mouth and turned me around gruffly, pressing me up against the wall as one hand gripped both my wrists together to pin me there.

Kicking my legs apart he flashed me a sadistic grin, "you wouldn't last."

I felt him slide his erection between my legs and I went rigid.

This was just too much already. My heart was thudding in my chest and my nether was slowly starting to flood with a familiar slick heat. Pressing my legs together, he trapped my body between his and the wall as he was teasing me, sliding his thick shaft back and forth between my legs. I could see his cock press forward each time he thrusted and my insides warmed in anticipation as he rubbed against my entrance.

Grasping my hips he started to move my body back and forth on him, using my wetness as lube so there was less friction between my thighs.

I couldn't think.

Now that my wrists were free I used both hands to push at his that were on my hips but he only caught them, grasping both wrists together with one hand and holding them behind my back.

While he was thrusting, his free hand reached around to grope my breasts, "let's see how long it takes before you're begging me to fuck you."

When he tugged at my nipples I couldn't hold in the moans that left my lips and he chuckled into my ear, "see? This is what you want. Your pussy's slobbering all over my cock already. You want me to fuck you again don't you?"

I shook my head, my throat too dry for me to get a word out.

"No? Okay then," he gathered my hair up with both hands and tugged harshly, thrusting against me. My insides were ablaze, legs shaking as I felt how hard he was between my legs. With each thrust I could almost feel as if he really was inside me.

What kind of torture is this? He just admitted that I was nothing but a distraction for him, so why was I allowing him to do this to me? I was so close to begging him to put it inside but I knew if I did I would lose any ounce of dignity I still had left, as if the wetness coating his cock right now wasn't enough proof of that.

Is this who I am now? No self respect?

"Why are you being so loud hm?" He was speaking close to my ear, a smirk in his voice, "do you want people to hear you?"

"N-no I-"

"I think you do."

I was led by my hair over to the door where my face was pressed into the wood and his fingers were spreading me open.

Yes, please.

"No... please-"

His fingers rubbed between my folds and made small circles with my clit until I was practically vibrating from pleasure.

"Go on enjoy it," he continued the movement with his fingers, causing my hips to gyrate all on their own, "you're not fooling anyone."

I then felt him pressing his erection against my entrance and moisture flooded my insides in anticipation.

"You know what?" I could feel him rubbing himself back and forth on my wet mound and instinctively pressed back against him in desperation, hoping to at least get the tip in.

That got a chuckle from him.

Shameful.

"I won't give you the satisfaction," he smirked as he continued to rub against me, taking my hands and placing them on my ass, "spread yourself open."

I bit into my lower lip, embarrassed beyond compare as I did what I was told while still immensely disappointed by his words.

He was stroking himself now, his free hand pulling my head back by my hair so he could freely suck on my neck.

"Keep it spread," he commanded when I was struggling to keep my grip, barely able to function now that all I wanted was for him to be inside me again.

His harsh breathing turned into grunts and when he shoved my face against the door once more I felt an almost searing heat across my middle. He continued to stroke himself for a few more seconds and I felt fluid dribble between my thighs before he finally slapped his dick against my entrance and let me go.

When he stepped away from me I had to force myself to hold back a whimper of protest.

Was he really going to leave me like this?

He'd started fixing his pants again, zipping himself up and buckling his belt. He wouldn't even look at me.

Embarrassing.

I backed away from the door on wobbly legs, "Masky..."

As he was done fixing himself up he opened the door and strode through, closing it behind him.

He left, just like that. Like I was nothing.

Warm tears rolled down my cheeks before I even realised I was crying and I wiped them away but it was too late to hold back the flood of emotion that swept through me.

Nothing made sense anymore. If he doesn't love me then why the hell did I ruin my entire life to be with him?

Why did I have to be so stupid and why did he have to be so cold?

It's like he enjoyed making me feel insignificant and what's worse is I let him treat me that way because of some twisted obsession that was steadily growing inside me.

Would I be forced to live like this now that I had nowhere else to go? Sara had no reason to take me back in and even if she did things could never be the same. Amy for sure hated me after everything I'd said and done.

Maybe I was just as sick as he was.

Maybe a part of me enjoyed the suffering.

I made my way to the bathroom, stopping before the sink to look at my haggard reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess and fell over my sweat glazed forehead. The marks on my skin stood out more under the bright lighting and I swallowed as I ran my fingertips over them.

Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks as I walked over to the shower, turning the hot water up and standing directly under the torrents.

It hurt, but not as much as the feeling in my chest. Each sob had me struggling to catch my breath, like my lungs were collapsing into themselves.

There's nothing left for me to look forward to now.

My life is essentially ruined.

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