7 comments/ 16633 views/ 14 favorites Delicious Treats By: DeepLines I remember the first day I saw him; the wind was slightly blowing and the clouds blocked out the moonlight. It was Halloween that day, and the streets were filled with goblins, ghost, witches, and monsters, but mainly vampires. My skirt shifted with the wind as I made my way toward Veronica's Mustang. I was dressed as a magician, and compared to the others my costume was the least reveling; they made it their pleasure to dress as slutty forms of emergency helpers, but as Jessica said. "You always have to ruin our vibe Daisy." Of course I did apologize for not showing my body to the entire world, but that didn't matter to them, they wouldn't let the situation go until I put on a skirt shorter than the attention span of a goldfish. I got in the backseat of the car, while estimating how late we'd arrive to the Halloween party. We seemed to always be late for everything we got invited to, but no one ever noticed; probably because they were too busy staring under Jessica's skirts. Finally, the last of our posse slipped from the front door; she was the firewoman of the slutty emergency group, but she was also the only girl I didn't hate in the crowd of "popularity". Laci Kettles, my best friend, was the only girl who understood me. She was always there whenever I needed her, but she had one tiny problem. She let the overwhelming thought of popularity consume her. I never understood why she needed to belong to some "crew" to be popular, as far as I was concerned, she was better than every girl in our school including me. Laci was full of energy and spunk, and her beauty was beyond comparison. Her presence itself was enough to land her the position as head of the cheerleading team, but she still felt as if something was missing. That's how her friends Jessica and Veronica came to be. Lacy's missing piece was the school's most obnoxious twin sisters, but in order for the twins to have the world's famous Laci Kettles, they had to accept the world's most nerdy teenager, Daisy Cole. Everywhere the twins wanted to go, that's where Laci would go, and also where I would be forced to go, but the experience with the twins and Laci wasn't that bad; it was even fun at some points, until this Halloween party was announced. Now I was forced to be social in a semi-revealing magician costume with two girls I could almost hate, and my best friend whose brain cells died every time she had to listen to Veronica's voice. Laci wouldn't admit that she hated Veronica's voice, but it was obvious that she did, mainly because she flinched every time the girl breathed. I never said annything about it, I'd only sit there with smirk. "It's party time!" announced Laci as she shut the Mustang's dented door. Apparently, Veronica had a habit of denting her car doors when she couldn't have her way. "Well we won't make the party if we keep wasting time." I pointed to the clock on the dashboard. 11:22p.m. the doors to the mansion where the party was being hosted closed at midnight, and it took approximately 30 minutes until you could even reach the mansion. In other words, we were screwed. "Oh shut up Daisy." said Veronica, "We'll make it." I rolled my eyes, sometimes I wondered why I even cared. 11:56p.m., we arrived at the mansion's gate. The mansion's driveway and lawn were filled with more cars than a car dealership lot. I could already predict how I wouldn't fit in here. Crowds made me uncomfortable. "We got four minutes to make it in that house!" Laci yelled as she began to run, her thigh high firefighter boots were scraping the pavement. Jessica, Veronica, and I quickly followed. The stairs were filled with cheesy Halloween decorations and beer cans; I tripped over most of the junk as we made our way to the door. 2 minutes had passed (It was an insanely big mansion.) 11:59p.m. we were just on the last step. "See" Veronica was gasping for air. "I told you we'd make it." I replied back with a fake laugh and proceeded to walk into the mansion, but I stopped in my tracks. The most beautiful man stood before me, his presence froze me. His eyes were crystal blue, and his black hair complimented them by the way it hung over his forehead. His skin was extremely pale, but that only seemed to make him more inhumanly beautiful. His body was muscular and rippled through the pure black suit he was wearing. He appeared to be 6'0 but I couldn't be sure, everybody towered over me. I stood gaping at the man. "You're just in time." He noted, his voice was soothing, almost hypnotizing. He stepped back motioning us in; we entered without hesitation, and the doors shut behind us. **** I could barely hear the door close over the deafening music. A mixture of dubstep and hardcore rap beats I presume. I scanned the room; it was enormous, and its scenery was unbelievable. The walls were a beautiful pale brown trimmed with gold, and the floor was composed of tiles with a texture that resembled concrete; they were a tannish color. The furniture brought forth the rooms beauty with matching colors and intricate designs, but the most beautiful, was the grand staircase. It simply flattered the room, displaying elegance and charm. My eyes saw Heaven as I continued to gaze at the room's beauty, but then he appeared in my view. The mystery door man. Our eyes met, and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. I lowered my gaze to where I was staring at my black combat boots. What do I do? Do I ignore him or acknowledge him. My thoughts were traveling a million miles a minute. I raised my head; I could still feel his eyes penetrating me. I glanced at the pumpkin shaped clock in a nearby corner. 12:26a.m. did time skip? It was impossible, was I standing in this exact spot for 26 minutes staring at interior designs? My head was throbbing, and the music didn't ease my pain. I had to leave this party, but would the wonder twins and Laci want to leave early? It didn't matter; I'd call them when I got home. I turned around hoping to face the mansion's entrance, but instead, I was greeted with a perfect white smile. It was him. "Leaving so soon?" his voice made me quiver. He raised a black eyebrow, expecting an answer. I stammered. "I...I...was...um...yeah." I glanced at the clock again. 12:26a.m. only seconds had passed. How did he get to me so fast? My thought process was interrupted by a soft chuckle. Did I say something funny?. "Magicians usually show an act before they leave." His smile widened, satisfied with his witty reference to my costume. "I...I...I have a...ah... headache." My sentences sounded as if I was drunk. He released another chuckle. "And you think driving home is going to help relieve your headache?" My reply was simple, but stupid. "No, I'm going to walk home." He busted out with laughter. I did sound dumb. No one would walk home with a headache that was practically killing them, but what was I to do? I couldn't stay here with earsplitting music and drunken slurs from house guest. I couldn't think anymore; my head felt as if it was about to explode. I didn't know if it was an illusion when I saw the mystery door guy grab my hand or if it was hallucination when he guided me up the grand staircase into a room that was impervious to sound. I didn't know if it was real when he laid me on a bed and watched me as I slowly shut my eyes. I didn't realize I was asleep. **** My eyes opened to a room that obviously belonged to the Halloween party mansion; I could tell by the fake blood smeared on the walls, and the spider webs hanging in the corners. "I was afraid you'd never wake up." That voice again, I shivered and turned to the source. He had that same perfect smile on his face, as he made his way toward me. He sat beside me on the bed, "You were sleep for a while, and I thought that headache killed you." Headache? I didn't have it anymore, but how long did it take it to go away? I panicked searching for a clock. What time is it? Did Laci leave when she couldn't find me? Did she even look? And why is he with me? What did he do to me? I jumped from the bed eager to find a clock, but mosty to get away from him. He stood, watching my every move, "Something wrong?" I paused staring pass him at the burgundy wall; I couldn't look him in the eyes. "What time is it?" I demanded. He smiled, "3 a.m." My jaw dropped, it couldn't be. The party ended at 2a.m., that meant everyone was gone, and I wasn't. I ran through the door into the main hallway. I had to get home and get back to Laci, but I froze. His voice caught my attention, "You shouldn't go down stairs." It sounded more as a warning of pity than his usually smart-aleck remarks. I didn't care, I'd regret ignoring the hottest guy on earth, but I had to leave. I made it to the beginning of the grand staircase, and my heart sunk. What I saw was simply horrific; It was a sight that Satan himself wouldn't dare to see. It was murder, a bloody massacre. There was blood splattered on the gold trimmed walls with appendages of house guest slung across every inch of the tan floor tiles. Faces of the innocent had open eyes with expressions of fear and surprise. Refreshment tables were flipped and the cloth that covered them had bloody handprints smeared upon it. The stench of death tainted the air. The body count was limitless; it had to be everyone that attended the party lying dead on that floor. I dropped to my knees. I couldn't believe what was clearly right in front of me. Is this a dream, no a nightmare? I felt the water fill my eyes and slide down my dark cheeks; This wasn't a dream or a nightmare, no, it was reality. I heard footsteps, and soon they ceased. I knew he was here. I knew he was behind me, but was he responsible for this tragedy? I shut my eyes, and more tears fell, then I felt his hot breath on my ear. "They were all tasty little treats." He whispered, "Especially, the little firewoman; the ones that put up a fight are usually the most delicious." At that moment I felt my heart shatter; my best friend was gone. The turbo twins were gone. All the drunk sluts and stupid jocks were gone. I felt him move backwards from me, and this is when I stood and turned around. I placed my feet together and lifted my hand, then pulled back my arm, and swung it as hard as I could toward his face. I slapped him hard. His face switched directions, and then he did something that made me even angrier; He started laughing. "You poor girl, don't worry, once I make you mine, that anger will disappear." His?! What makes him think I'd want to be his?! I could have slapped him again, but I didn't have the chance. In a mere second, my hands were bound by his and his mouth was dangerously close to my neck. Make you mine, make you mine. The words kept repeating in my head. Make you mine. I felt two pricks in my neck. Make you mine. I felt blood gush from the wounds into his mouth. Make you mine. I felt my body go limp in his arms. Make you mine. I felt my heart stop beating. Make you mine. I felt nothing. Delicious Treats Ch. 02 I really wasn't thinking of making a second chapter, but I read a comment and it gave me an idea so here it is. Hope you enjoy. ***** I opened my eyes. What the hell? I was in a room. I tried getting up but I fell right back down. Why was I so weak and why is it so damn cold in here? I started rubbing my arms for heat and saw the skimpiest of outfits. I had on a white see-through lingerie gown with nothing underneath. Now only some fucking pervert would make me wear this, but there were so many questions and it seemed like none of them could be answered. I was finally able to jump from a bed and tip-toe to the nearest door. First up was to find out where the hell was I at. I slowly made my way toward the door but something made me stop in my tracks. It started to open; I panicked. What do I do? I jumped behind it just before it swung open. Big mistake. It slammed right into my face. I held back the wimpy cry that was begging to come out as I tried to stay perfectly still. There was a man that entered the room. He was tall and muscular with jet black hair. I recognized that son of a bitch. That fucking monster! I almost pounced on him right there, but my common sense begged me not to do it. He stood there with his hands on his hips and his head slowly rotating as if he were looking for something. "Oh where oh where could my Daisy be oh where oh where could she be?" he was singing so calmly that it almost scared me, but not as much after I figured out he was looking for me. Wait one second, did he just say my Daisy. Hell would freeze over before I ever belonged to a monster like him. His singing suddenly stopped and that made me hold my breath, he couldn't find a single trace of me if I was to live; I was sure of it. I shut my eyes hoping he wouldn't be smart enough to think of the most obvious place someone would hide at. Then I began to remember the night he first claimed me as his. Didn't he kill me? I felt so limp and lifeless, he had to have killed me, but here I am alive as the day. That's when the guilt trip of Halloween night began flooding my memory, the blood, the bodies, Laci, every single person dead but me.. Why? Why wasn't I dead with them? He had to choose me to see the remains of his sick art; why didn't he kill me too? I felt the tears fill my eyes. If only we hadn't went, I'd still have my best friend but that bastard took her away. He took what mattered most to me and I want him to suffer. I knew I was crying now and he could defiantly hear me, but I didn't care, I'm going find something sharp and stick it right through his heart! I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw were crystal blue orbs staring right back at me. Oh fuck... I stood in shock, there was no way I could kick his ass without a weapon. "And here I thought you got away from me." he began to smirk, oh how I fucking hated that smirk. His hands were on either side of my body and the door was closed. How did that happen so fast? "Hmm you smell delicious," his head was under mine, I could feel his breath on my neck. He made the hairs stand at attention. Where was all my courage now? I was trapped like an animal with the man who murdered everyone I've ever known, and I cant find a single shred of courage to kick him in the balls. I was shaking now and the tears were like heavy rain. So much for stabbing him in the heart, now I just look like the same pathetic girl I've always been and that's who I'll always be. I felt his hand outlining my figure. "Hmm you look delicious too, I just might have to have dessert early and chocolate is one of my favorites." He kissed my neck and it sent the coldest chills down my spine, but I felt something else too. It was the courage setting in. "Fuck you." I whispered, and with that I delivered a hard knee right to his dick. How dare he try to use me! He stumbled back but the look on his face was more impressed than shocked. I made a run for the door and opened it with lighting speed. If I could just find a way outside I can get help. I got into the hallway. Fuck me.. It was like two mansions in one, the hallway looked like it went on for days. Fuck it, I can hide in this place, there's no way he could find me. I tried to run but soon I felt my head being yanked backwards. That bastard was pulling me back by my hair. I knew I should have cut it, it was like a superhero's dreaded cape . It always got in the fucking way, now it'd lead to my death. "Let me go!" I yelled as I felt myself being pulled back into the room. I tried shaking my head franticly for him to let go but he had a pretty good grip. Soon I watched the hallway become smaller as I entered the threshold. My hands were immediately bound behind my back and I was thrown face down over the edge of the bed. My legs dangled towards the floor while my torso rested on the soft comforter. I heard the door slam shut, a small click as he locked it. Then I heard light footsteps coming toward me. I didn't know what scared me more, his silence or what he planned to do to me. I felt my eyes beginning to water again and as soon as I shut them, the tears cascaded down my dark cheeks. I didn't know what he bound my hands with but there was no way I could get free. No absolute chance I could escape. Stray hairs were tickling my face and some soon began to stick from the tears. I thought about Laci, What she would do if it was her on this bed and I was dead. She'd get away, I'm sure of it. She was always strong and never gave up, and here I was so helpless, waiting on my demise. The footsteps stopped and I felt his presence close to me. So close that one more inch would make him touch me. So close I could hear his clam breathing. I felt him staring as if trying to read me. I shifted my weight under his gaze and that's when his hand buried my face into the covers and I felt my skimpy white gown lift from my ass. More tears started to fall and I tried squirming to shake my gown back down, but he ended that when I felt a large budge press up against me. One of his hands kept my face buried while the other continued to lift my gown. I was exposed, more than I was with the see-through gown on. I could tell he watched me as my body jerked as I tried to get free. He was truly sick, a fucking freak. I know he watched me with that dreadful smirk as I begged him not to do what he was doing, but he didn't give in, not a single word as he rubbed my ass and spanked it more than enough times. This is what I get for running, this is what I get for trying to fight. He never said a single word, but the force behind the blows to my ass said it all. He was pissed. The final spank came and I let out a breath. My tears dried on my face, I'd rather be spanked than anything else, but I was too hopeful. Faith got the better of me and all that glory I had turned to shit as I heard him unzip his pants. His hand tangled itself in my hair as I heard his pants hit the ground. I stared wide-eyed into the darkness with disbelief. This couldn't be happening. I felt him spring free and rest on top of my ass, then he slowly rubbed his head between my lips. "No please!" I hadn't said a word while he was spanking me, but this was too far. I shook, screamed, even begged, but nothing worked, he rammed into me with all he had. Each thrust he delivered held his anger. He made me feel ever bit of it as he fucked me like I was some whore off the streets. . My tears fell from my cheeks to the bed and my screams echoed through the room. With each thrust they grew louder and that only seemed to piss him off more. He kept a firm grip on my hair as he used it for leverage and hiked my ass up. His hand found the soft flesh of my chest and groped it like it was the last thing he would ever hold. I felt his dick filling me. A tear escaped my eye every time he'd pull out and shove it right back in. His pace quicken, his grips were harder and soon I felt him release deep inside me. He let go of my hair and slowly pulled out. I clasped on the bed, my body num, my pussy aching. I couldn't feel my being , it was like every little part of me was slipping away. I laid there letting the cries become more silent; my mind slowly slipping like the rest of my body. I could hear the zip of his pants, the click from the lock, and the slam from the door. I could hear my cries bouncing of the walls and disappearing into the air. I could even hear the gentle sweep of the wind, but not once did I hear him. My mind was at the last stage as I heard that final horrid sound. Silence.