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The sound of the shuffling of the device crackled through the speaker, after a few more adjustments, the camera panned to a woman's face, then to her other two companions who's walking a few steps forward, then back to her again.
"Hello, everybody! It's Y/N, I-I don't really know why I'm here, I'm just like a cameraman for these two" she whispered into the camera before flipping to record the two in front conversing , "They want to umm--wait--huh!?" she yelled back to the two.
"I said did you bring the thing!" someone yelled from the background.
"Yeah yeah, I did!" she replied back with a few 'Tsk, tsk, tsk!' while looking at the camera before giggling to herself quietly.
"They want to see if they can find like this serial killer's cabin or something.. Kinda stupid to do so because *heavy sigh*.. apparently one of our friends died, just this week too" Y/N said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
The idea of finding this killer's cabin for the sake of just seeing it for the thrill has always icked Y/N. She could atleast understand it if they're doing this to help to the police to catch this maniac on the loose, and to also bring justice to their friend. But no, the couple in front of her are too busy flirting with each other than actually doing what they need to do. They knew that of course, which is why Y/N's the one coordinating the directions. They said two heads works better than one, for all Y/N could see, it seems like only hers are the only one working.
"Fuck it's cold.. Anyway guys, in just a few more miles were gonna set up camp and like maybe settle for the night" Y/N smiled to the camera, her face showing a hint of redness due to the coldness of the upcoming winter.
"I'mma update y'all later" With that, she closed the camera and tucked it to her pocket.
If it wasn't for the blackmail, Y/N wouldn't even bother coming with them.
She knows damn well that this is a very bad idea. Doing all these to film a fucking YouTube video, potentially risking their lives to a roaming killer on the loose---of course the two people in front of her didn't even bother to check up on her on the majority of their roaming. Not even a quick "You okay back there?" or a simple word of recognition because without Y/N, they'll be fucking lost.
Y/N skipped a bit to catch up with the two, then coughed to get their attention, "I think we should camp here for the night"
The two looked at each other then back at her, "In the middle of these tall ass trees?" the girl, Jenna, questioned her.
"It's better than in an open field, who knows, someone might pull a prank on us" Y/N nodded to the male, at least she gets to have someone with at least a bit of common sense. Jenna, despite being in the honor roll, is surprisingly dumb.
The rest of the dawn was spent setting up the tents, a simple bonfire to cook some spicy ramen to deal with the chilling night. The couple in front of her seems to enjoy the set up so much that it looks like they're on a date--and Y/N as a third wheel. She doesn't really mind the PDA from them, but what's bothering her is that she forgot to bring eggs to mix in with her Shin Ramen.
Y/N pulled out the camera from her pocket, with quick shots, she managed to produce some cute pictures to clip on her journal, as well as to compile potential evidence just in case they go missing. It's a fucked up mentality to think that your gonna get murdered by a fugitive who's currently roaming the state you're living in. Plus, it's not a bad thing to document stuff anyways, it's only for security measures that even if there was a scenario where they did get killed, at least there was some sort of evidence the authorities can work through.
The entire night was spent on a quick pep talk, with a few warnings here and there. Y/N just found it amusing, between the couple, Jenna was the only one pushing on this leverage she had against Y/N---when in reality, no one will really care if she posted it.
No one will care if someone posts a candied picture of her in a bra, her chest adamant on the entire shot when in context, it's just Y/N changing in the girl's locker room after their P. E. class. Or maybe it's the sweat running down her deep cleavage could make the picture worth for deprived, loser men to jerk off. All of that blackmail threats from Jenna is just like a thing to boost her popularity:the ability to manipulate others into doing what they want, if not, you're a dead man.
Like what happened to their friend, but that's not a very good topic to think about. Y/N had to finish her ramen without any negative thoughts on her mind in being able to enjoy the warm sensation of the bonfire and the spiciness of the soup. Then the couple in front of her can fuck off and do what they want for all she care.
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Y/N couldn't sleep---no, like seriously. Maybe it was the resonating voices of passion just a few distance by her tent?
Despite great efforts of being considerate, the lewd noises are just too loud; maybe the thrill keeps them going, it's not like they're dumb enough to actually forget that it's only them camping in this sketchy forest. Y/N laid there unbothered-even though it's making her uncomfortable, it's not like sex is something new to her;in fact, that's one of the things that occupies her head the most. How people in her college act like sex is the only thing that could give them relief-while others think of it as a sort of connection for intertwining souls as one, binding as they call it.
The metallic rasp of the tent outside caught her attention, quietly shuffling from her sleeping bag to get a good hear.
"Fuck.. I need to piss, baby, hold on" Jenna whispered, "I hope we didn't wake her up, damn"she chuckled , followed by a light jog away from the campsite. Taking a piss is usually quick, but it's been like 10 minutes since Jenna came back.
Y/N remembered it when she got woken up by the manic shaking of her tent, quickly opening it and seeing Malcolm, Jenna's boyfriend, looking alarmed, his mouth failing to keep up with all the thoughts in his head. The worst part is that a strange, irony smell is radiating off of him. With a glimpse from his hand, Y/N felt her body cold.
"H-Help me, Y-Y/n! It's J-Jenna's" his voice cracked from fear. With no questions asked, she grabbed a flashlight and her phone and ran with Malcolm leading the way. This is ridiculous, Jenna could be extremely hurt just from the amount of blood on Malcolm's hands, plus did he even at least stop the bleeding if Jenna got slashed by an animal or something? He's a varsity too for goodness sake, he could've carried her back to the campsite if he's that scared for her second.
The forest is dark and eerie;running around without a sense of direction could get you lost in just a second, but it didn't matter. Jenna is out there somewhere, and Malcolm is not making a great job pointing directions. And before they knew it, they're completely lost.
The two pants from exhaustion, Y/N leaned on a tree for support while Malcolm paced around. "Let's rest for now" Y/N said to him which earned her a disturbed look.
"Are you kidding me?" he asked, "We gotta find her!"
The frustration seems to slowly devour him, and while she understands how he's feeling at this moment, she has to remind him of something more worthy of his girlfriend's situation, "We can't find her if we're lost and exhausted, Malcolm. You need to calm yourself" Y/N asked him. A quick peek at the time makes her feel a sense of dread. 10:35pm. The night is still young, and if they don't find their way to Jenna, she could end up critical, or dead.
'I can't believe this..' Y/N thought to herself, thinking of ways to solve this dilemma. Who knew peeing could end you up lost in the woods,your boyfriend finding you and leaving for he-wait.
Y/N looked at Malcolm's distressed state, "This might sound a bit.. disrespectful but, is that really hers?"
Malcolm looked at her confused, "What?"
"The blood.. is that really Jenna's or?" she replied, unsure whether this is a really serious situation or just a stupid prank.
Malcolm looked at her in disbelief, and Y/N stared back. Everyone knows that she's a cleverly smart woman, she couldn't care less if someone insults her let alone bully her to the point of unaliving herself. No, she's stronger than that. Sure she cared about what others opinion about her;whether it's the truth or the other, she cared. However, she's not easy to fool-unless you take advantage of her kindness and willingness to help.
Y/N watched as he began to giggle to himself, and then fully went on to laugh and threw himself back on a tree to clutch his stomach. What the fuck..?
"It's a fucking prank!" his voice wheezed from laughter, unaware of the disbelief plastered on her face. How could he laugh in this situation!? Screw it if what happened to Jenna is just a prank, but it doesn't make it any different that they are still lost!
"Oh shut up, Malcolm! We're still fucking lost!" she snarled at him, pissed that he's not taking anything seriously.
"I know, I made sure of that"
Her body went stiff, her eyes went to Malcolm again but quickly widened when he was already in front of her;his eyes hinting of something sinister. Having no clue on how to escape whatever is happening right now, she could only lean back as he began to walk to her until Y/N can only avert her gaze to the side so she wouldn't feel how close his face is to her.
"Is this a part of the prank too?" she demanded, adding a bit of sternness to her voice to appear uninterested in whatever he's planning to do. After all, she's got her phone, and she's ready to record.
"Jenna was fun to be with, I mean.. her dad owns a fucking hotel" he started, his voice unusually smooth and innocent, "But when Jenna took that photo of you and bragged it to me for her to use as a leverage for you.."
Y/N stood still when he leaned against her ear, "You were so fucking hot" he whispered to her, his lips brushing up to her ear. His actions make her feel a surge of heat spreading across her body-just how his hands find its way roaming her waist.
This feels wrong, so fucking wrong and yet.. she likes it. Y/N found the courage to look up to him,staring back at him with the same desire. The heat is becoming too overwhelming to endure, she needs help. A way to release this unwanted feeling of need to be released. Without a thought, she placed his hands on her chest--teasing him, "You really think so?" she hummed at him, urging him to take the initiative. Fuck it, they're lost in the middle of the woods, the chance of someone seeing them is reduced to a minimum.
Malcolm stared at her in awe, he didn't know Y/N could be this messy She knew damn well that he have a girlfriend, but she's here provoking him to fuck her. So much for a nerd.
The two quickly became entangled in a kiss. Not catching any chance to take a breath but only when he's taking off their clothes, his hands immediately massaging her chest. The erotic noises of the two echoes in the forest-especially Y/N.
Malcolm watched as her face contorted into different forms of pleasure as he played with her nipples, sucking on them from time to time just to hear her whimper and shudder from the unfamiliar feeling of ecstasy;something she hadn't felt for like forever. Her eyes seduced him into doing what he wanted to do, permitting him to do whatever he wanted, and so he did.
"F-Fuck..!" Y/N moaned to him, "Guess Jenna didn't give you this much fun, huh?"
Malcolm meets her gaze in shock, then chuckled "So you were listening to us?" He asks his hands to find their way to the zippers of her jeans, still watching her expressions as he slowly opens up to remove her pants.
"Y-Yes.." her breath hitched, "Fuck, I feel so warm-" she added.
"Then let me help you" Malcolm smiled at her, and before she knew it, his fingers were already inside. The slow strokes made her dizzy and him quickening the pace of his thrust is switching on something in her.
'Is this what a thrill feels like?'
Her mind was up in cloud nine, Malcolm can see it-the way she slid down on the ground for him to have a better position, telling him how good he makes her feel. Praising him-all for him.
Y/N looked at him in disbelief when he removed his finger, the entire feeling was gone. She was about to complain when he quickly pulled a condom.
"Do you want to continue this the other way?" he asked, flicking the condom to her chin and pecking her lips. Y/N huffed at him and smiled , "Do it" she tempted him.
Everything happened quickly. Malcolm slowly entered his member in her, grunting and panting how tight she feels while she quietly nods because of how strange yet good he's making her feel;taking every inch of him so well that the feeling of just him grinding in her makes her feel light headed. It's way too good. They gazed at each other with lust and desire, both enamoured with their situation in thrill.
Malcolm starts slowly thrusting into her, groaning at every second she squeezed around him-turning him on even more. Y/N laid there taking him so well, wishing for him to go faster and deeper, voicing out her need.
"Fuck, you f-feel so good! " That's it, that's the only thing in her mind.
The pace quickens up, her body begins to writhe into the growing warmth beneath her stomach. Though Malcolm wasn't stopping, instead, he looked at her in pleasure, slapping her legs just to see her body jerked in pleasure, nearing her end.
"I t-think-fuck! -I think I-I'm gonna pee" Y/N whined at him, her voice quivering from the overwhelming pleasure of his every thrust.
"It's fine, baby.. Let it all out" Malcolm said before kissing her deeply, biting her lower lips so his tongue gets inside. Deepening the kiss enough to make her feel more light headed enough to fuck her brains out on her rival.
Grinding in her seems to work, he simply watched as Y/N's body began to shake on their own as she came. He laughed at her, continuously thrusting into her just to watch her shake even more, before his member was pushed out of her and a gush of liquid squirted out of control. He instinctively went down and devoured her inside, letting out lewd noises as she laid there unmoving.
She didn't move-she just laid there letting him eat her out in hunger. Y/N didn't even bother to tell him to stop. Just enjoyed the feeling of being fucked, just as planned.
Once she came to her senses, she noticed that he was too busy eating her out while jerking off-completely unaware of what's happening around him. She gave him the final satisfaction of releasing once again the same time as he came.
Just. As. Planned.
Once Malcolm looked at her, he quickly found his way to her lips. But not quick enough when a pang of sharp pain emerged from his stomach. His face contorted in shock, unable to process what just happened. Too high from the sex, he didn't even notice that his body flew from across the ground and smacked into a tree. A maniacal laugh seems to wake him up and dread quickly succumbs to his entire body.
There stood a man in a filthy looking hoodie, his hood preventing him from taking a look at his face, not even a quick peek. What he could see though, is the glimmer of the bloodied knife on its hands.
Malcolm's gaze found Y/N's, he looked at her and mouthed to run. Run, he said, but she just... stayed there. For a second, he thought Y/N was frozen on her seat , dressing up quickly so that she could find a way to sneak and get to reach him. She's a cleverly smart woman.Malcolm knew that she could be thinking of ways on how to take control of this situation to save him.
But she just stayed there. And the worst, smiling at him.
The man in the hoodie turned to her, Malcolm's blood ran cold in anticipation of watching Y/N get murdered in his very eyes. But no, instead the man in the hoodie offered his hand to her, clutching on hers so that she could stand up.
Malcolm stared in shock, "What.." That's it, that's the only thing in his mind.
"Do you really have to seduce him into sex just so I could kill him?" The man in the hoodie said, his husky voice sending unusual fear into him. He needs to get out of whatever the fuck is happening here.
"He's a hard one to lure, I had no choice" Y/N replied back to him, "Don't worry, I'm still your girlfrie-"
"WHAT THE FUCK, Y/N!?" Malcolm yelled in horror. "How could you do this-!?"
"Oh shut up, Malcolm!" Y/N yelled at him, "Can't you take a joke?!"
Malcolm gawked at her, his mouth unable to follow whatever was running in his mind. Her sinister tone betrayed her innocent appearance. The Y/N he always saw in the study room in their library was way different. That woman that embodies their university's value and ethics.
Malcolm's body froze when she took the knife off of the man's hand, and slowly approached him. Even if he wanted to, he can't move-the bleeding from his stomach is preventing him from doing so, and so he doesn't have a choice but watch her kneel in front of him.
"Y-Y/N-"
"You made her kill herself" she spat at him, her voice lingered with turmoil as she looked at him in disgust, "Don't you think I wouldn't know..?" Y/N slowly glides the knife in his chest-the cold blade sending shivers on his already freezing body.
"It's a good thing Michelle gave me something before she unalived herself.." Y/N said to him before fidgeting with her phone, then proceeded to show multiple videos for him.
A film of Malcolm selling nude photos of women, a conversation of him extorting Jenna's father into admitting him into college in exchange for him not addressing his affair, and selling drugs in the men's bathroom.
If the video gets uploaded, it could destroy his life. Everything he worked on will be gone. He'll be the laughing stock his entire life, and he couldn't leave with that.
Malcolm couldn't believe it,his eyes began watering as everything dawned upon him" Please, Y-Y/N-" Malcolm choked on himself, the quick stab to the throat prevented him from speaking anymore. And Y/N liked it. So did Jeffrey.
Y/N propped herself on top of him and let the adrenaline overcome her. The feeling of euphoria in every thrust of the blade into him drives her in a strange yet beautiful relief-while Jeffrey just watches from the distance admiring his girl. After all, she had come a long way into proving herself worthy to the tall man. Becoming a proxy like Jeffrey but with a few limitations.
"Y/N" Jeff called to her, which helped to regain her senses back in reality. She stood off of Malcolm's now mangled face;too unrecognizable for the others to know what he's supposed to look like.
"Sorry-"
"No it's fine" Jeff gave her a quick peck onto the cheeks, if it wasn't for his burnt eyelids he could give her a proper, gentle, loving look "Did you at least left the torso untouched for Jack"
"Duh"
"I'll call Tim and Brian to clean this up for us" he pulled out a flip phone from his pockets.
"Call Jack too so he can freshly harvest the organs" Y/N recommends to him.
"You gotta stop aiding him in the infirmary, can't have my fucking girlfriend wake me up to harvest my organs"
While waiting for the others they sit beside a tree, catching up on things Y/N missed while she's at the university, especially on what's been happening in the mansion while she's gone. The time being 12:05am, the night is still young for them-but a nap together wouldn't hurt.