You squeezed the collar of the suit to reach his partially exposed face and, when your lips met, everything around you was completely foreign.

Michael's big rough hands pounced on you imprisoning your little figure between the wall and his body.
He broke off the kiss and planted the knife on the wooden wall beside you making you jump.

His breath dominated the basement air. You were worried about what he would do from then on knowing that the last time was painful, but it was also true that Michael was under the control of the Entity...anyway, it was just your thoughts and the Entity was just a supernatural and insensitive creature, but still the master of this crazy game without an end.

The tearing of the shirt and the sound of buttons on the floor made you realize that it wasn't the right time to think about other things; Michael stood looking at your body, that body he had owned the last time.
His fingers squeezed one of your soft breasts causing you a groan of pain...hearing your pleading as he touched you was extremely pleasant for him.

In that dim light, it was difficult to see his face, even what little you had discovered from the mask. You certainly couldn't imagine that a psychopath like him could smile.

The other hand slid down your hip and stopped on the waist of the jeans. This time, you were wearing a belt and he grabbed it abruptly with the intention of pulling it off, but your arms stopped him.

《Y-you can't do this now so stop it...》

He liked when you resisted, but he couldn't accept that you were refusing him...on the contrary, his arm wrapped around your back and crushed you against him.

His hard lips touched your ear and your neck.

《You are my prey.》

His teeth attacked your skin leaving marks all over your neck, shoulders and chest.
Although it hurt, the pain lessened when he used his tongue to wipe away the blood.
No matter how hard you tried to push him away, he wouldn't have moved that easily.

You noticed that his cold hands were on your warm and smooth back. The shiver that ran down it made you arch as you grabbed the sleeves of his suit.

He was too focused on observing your movements, that he didn't notice that your gaze fell on something that was behind him, on the basement stairs.

- - -

Y/n's POV:

A pair of eyes were staring at me from afar...this time, the heart began to speed up knowing that there was someone who had followed us.

Michael was sniffing my neck and this allowed me to move my head sideways, to be able to see the survivor better. I felt bad when Jake came out, looking at me scared and certainly shocked. I didn't know if he understood what was happening, but I didn't want him to see me like that and I tried to send him away with a few gestures without getting noticed by the killer.

《Go away, please.》  I was hoping he wouldn't get caught.

- - -

Jake's POV:

When Y/n noticed me, I realized that something was wrong. I had to do something to help her and approached them without making a sound. I couldn't walk away and leave her there alone.

Last time she was the one who had saved me. I wouldn't have hesitated to repay that debt a thousand times more, just not to see her suffer...

I got close enough to grab the knife hard in the wall and that obviously caught the killer's attention. He stared at me with his blank expression, while still blocking Y/n with his body.

《No! Go away Jake–》  After she yelled that, the other placed a hand over her mouth to silence her.

《Let her go, you damn psycho!》  I was beside myself and my hands were shaking, but not enough to drive his own weapon into his chest.

However, I didn't understand why I couldn't. I had to do it to save Y/n, but it was like I was stuck, like something was preventing me from doing it. For a moment, I saw almost black, like there was fog around me and just breathing it made me dizzy.

I tried to recover as quickly as possible and not lose my temper in that situation, when I felt something grab and throw me violently to the ground.
I had lost the knife from my hands and the big figure of the psychopath materialized above me, with the expressionless white mask covering his face.

I tried to free myself from his grip, this time on my scarf, as he raised his other arm to stab me with the knife.

《Michael, no!》  They were the last words I heard from Y/n at that moment, before the blade penetrated me but without killing me.
When he got up, I realized he had left it there, stuck inside my shoulder like it was a hook.

I struggled to try to free myself, but it was useless. I thought he would kill me in another way. Y/n tried to reach me, but as soon as the killer noticed it he quickly grabbed her around the waist and threw her to the ground too, not very far from me.

I could hear her pleas and spoke to him as if she was talking to one of us calling his name, Michael. It was truly disconcerting.

But the worst of it was when he turned back to me...

《Look.》

Everything was happening suddenly and after that he pounced on her helpless body. She kicked and wriggled as I painfully tried to free myself from the knife. That bastard had impressive strength and had driven it over the floor.

What was I supposed to look? Watch him torture her, unable to do anything? This was what I thought, until he positioned himself between her legs and tore off her pants.

《No! Not in front of him, please!》

The psycho was unzipping his suit and dropped it to his waist. With one hand he grabbed her small neck, while with the other he used it to touch himself...I didn't believe what I was seeing and my blood began to boil inside me with anger.

《W-what the fuck are you doing, you lousy bastard?! Don't you dare touch her!》

- - -

Jake's heart stopped as he saw the killer's filthy hands clinging to your soft hips and thrusting inside you.
It hurt, again, but what hurt you the most was Jake's presence. You didn't want him to look at you in those conditions.

《D-don't look, Jake...》  You turned your head away from him and some tears rolled down your face.

As soon as he heard the boy's name, Michael let his member inside in one fell swoop. It was as if fire was burning your guts and you wanted him to stop by pushing him back with all your might.

You tried to hold back your voice so that your friend didn't hear...on the contrary, Michael wanted you to scream and cry to make him suffer more.

He wasn't strong enough to remove the knife manually, so he tried to use his whole body to free himself, at the cost of causing a hemorrhage.
He didn't care about that, anyway.

《Agh!》  A cry came out from Jake, but that was ignored by the killer, focused on making you a mess until you gave up and called with desperation, and perhaps even with pleasure, his name again.

- - -

Outside the basement, Claudette had remained standing in front of the stairs, unsure whether to walk them or not.
Thanks to Empathy, she could find teammates in distress or injuries more easily. You and Jake were there and the noises coming from below didn't reassure her at all.

- - -

Y/n's POV:

I could see him there, still lying on the ground, inside a pool of blood. He was struggling to get up and his shoulder was pushing against the top, hoping to free himself from that damned knife.

But that wasn't what I had to worry about. Michael was still on top of me and, once again, I was letting him do what he wanted with my body. It was strange, but I almost didn't feel the pain anymore, perhaps because I had lost sensitivity, in the most sensitive areas of ​​the body.

Now, I felt awful.
Michael wasn't just making fun of me, but Jake as well; it must have been frustrating for him not to be able to help me.
My eyes were staring into space and I had stopped moving. I was ready to give up...but was it really the right thing to do while Jake struggled, at the risk of killing himself, to help me? Michael would certainly have killed him, if he had noticed.

His black eyes stared at me behind the mask as he moved back and forth over me. His monstrous arms surrounded me and his filthy fingers dirty every part of me. His breathing made my skin shiver with fear and shame.

I realized that I was no longer a victim to be persecuted and killed. I had become a new toy, to be used to give vent to his violent and perverse feelings.

Even the Entity had turned the tables since it brought me here. At this point, I wished that the others didn't get involved so that I could deal with this wicked game alone...
That's why I was about to commit another madness; I understood that the person who had to be saved wasn't me but Jake and, to allow him to escape, I had to be a bait.

I raised my arms up and with my hands completely removed his expressionless mask. That gesture made him stop suddenly, and maybe angry, but that didn't matter to me...I lowered his head to bring him closer to me and instantly kissed him deeply. Michael let his whole heavy body fall over mine, while he strove on my lips by penetrating my mouth with his tongue.

I knew Jake would see him and inside I was hoping he could forgive me someday. At that moment, he got up from the floor.
He had to go, he had nothing to do with all this...yet, he was holding Michael's knife in his hands, soaked in blood.

My eyes widened as he implanted it behind him. Michael jumped up letting me go as he tried to find Jake.
That moment was truly chilling. A knife was stuck in his back, but didn't fall to the ground. Deprived of his dear mask, he stood still, staring at us both. Perhaps, for the first time, he had really thought about killing me...

《Y/n!》  Jake put his arm around my waist to keep me balanced, then we ran to the exit.

I didn't turn to see his real face under the light and probably never would see it in the future...

- - -

The realm had inexplicably changed and catapulted you two into the "Red Forest". For Jake, there was no choice but to hide in an old abandoned house.

《I haven't heard the sound of rain for a long time...》  It was the only thing that managed to get out of your mouth as you gazed at the gloomy landscape. Jake didn't ignore the fact that you were trying to cover your nakedness from the cold, and probably from him too, so he decided to take off his jacket.

You smiled when he put it on you.
《I've lost count of how many times you've lent me this jacket...》  Jake found it hard to smile back.

《This will keep you warm and dry. Don't worry too much about it.》

Your eye fell on his deep wound.
《Your shoulder won't stop bleeding, let me help you.》

《I'm okay. And then I would have nothing to medicate with–》  He stopped when he realized that you were tearing the last piece of your shirt and tried to stop you in vain.

《It's more useful to you than me.》

As you swaddled him, Jake looked down. It was too painful for him to try to act as if nothing had happened and every time he looked at you, his mind reminded him of your lying figure at the mercy of that monster.

《—give me.》

He said something but you didn't understand.
《What did you say?》

《Forgive me, Y/n. I couldn't protect you properly and this wound is nothing compared to what I feel inside...it's all my fault.》

You gently stroked his bandaged shoulder.
《You're wrong. It was my fault alone and I didn't want you to get involved in this, but it happened. It may seem hard to believe, but I'm fine, really...》

Jake didn't answer and you watched his almond eyes and his black hair, more matted than usual. In spite of everything, you still found him a pretty guy.

《Thank you for what you did, Jake.》

Without any hesitation, his arms carried you to his chest. Unlike the jacket, that hug was the thing that really gave you warmth and relief...

As he held you tight to him, he spoke words close to your ear, words you would never have imagined hearing in a place like that.

《I love you.》

- - -

Y/n's POV:

I couldn't believe my ears. It was true that Jake and I had an understanding, but I didn't think he could see me that way.

I was silent for a few seconds. I didn't know what to answer him. Now, I felt his warmth and his touch on me in a different way than before...

Whatever I thought, I really hoped that hug wasn't the last and that Jake could continue to be my friend.

《Jake...》  I found a way to answer him anyway.

《Don't worry, you don't need to answer...not now, at least.》

That statement held me back.

《Maybe it wasn't the right time to say this, but for me you have always been a very important person Y/n, and I wish I could make you forget everything you have been through...it was my only thought for a long time and I never wanted say it like this, maybe–》

I went back to hug him, stronger this time. His words had always comforted me and his sweetness towards me made me tremble. I buried my face on the other shoulder as I sobbed repeatedly.
I could smell a good scent coming from him.

《That's okay.》

Jake was silent but continued to hold me tight. It had been too long since I had felt such a pleasant warmth...

《Your protecting me made me happy...you really are...》

I stopped suddenly. Inside me, I was really happy that he was there with me, but I felt there was something holding me back. I decided to ignore that bad feeling and slowly walked away from him, to warn him to leave that place.

Though with difficulty, he managed to get up. Despite everything, I had the strength too.

《Are you sure you can do it?》  He asked looking at me carefully.

《Sure. Let's get out of here right away.》  And I couldn't have any doubt about that.

- - -

You didn't know where the last survivor had ended up, let alone that he had tried to reach you some time ago, in the basement. But now, it was as if he was gone.

《I was sure Claudette was still there. She must be here somewhere.》  You thought that for a moment; in the meantime, there was only one generator left to repair, and once you found it, you got to work.

《I'll take care of it here Y/n. I don't want you to hurt yourself further.》  Jake was looking at you seriously worried, although you didn't want to see that.

《I'm fine, really. Anyway, you can't do it all by yourself.》  You put your hands inside the machine to move some wheels. Luckily, Jake didn't insist and help you with the repair until you both heard a noise from the forest.

《...what is it now?》  You were hoping that psycho hadn't caught up with you. Despite the fear, you didn't intend to stop and continued to repair the generator.

As soon as the lights went on, you got up with all your might to run to the exit gate. Jake was right in front of you; looking his back made you think one thing.

《...》

《What if I feel the same about Jake too?》

That would have made your life in there easier and possibly even happier. You had made the unforgivable mistake of approaching someone like Michael Myers, hoping he might know something other than violence, and you had failed miserably...

So, why didn't your mind forget that young and unexpected face of him under his mask? Why were you hoping there could be a different end than this?

Even when he grabbed your clothes and interrupted your escape you didn't scream, even if you could. Your eyes wept desperately as your body began to stiffen and lose sensitivity to what was around. Your back was pressed against his stiff chest, his hands stained with blood.

《P-please, kill me...》

You were in too much pain. At that point, you wished your life would end in that same instant without having to endure that hell anymore...without having to imagine that man with the white mask.

His fingers gripped your tight neck. It hurt, yet the heat comforted you. His breathing was composed again and you could hear him so close to your ear. On the contrary, you were starting to lack air in your lungs.

《You can't die.》

You widened your eyes when you heard him speak.

《And you can't run away from me. You are mine.》

You were hoping it wasn't true and that the lack of oxygen was playing tricks on you, but then you felt your lips touching his. You tried to rebel with your whole body by biting his tongue too, but it wasn't enough to stop him and he continued to exchange saliva and blood with your mouth.

You had to free yourself from him, but there was nothing you could use, until you found a screwdriver inside the pocket of Jake's jacket...with a quick gesture, you implanted it the same way he had hurt your friend by sticking it as far you could on his back, again.

It took only a second of distraction for the killer to be able to escape. You crossed the forest all in one breath, until you stopped right in front of the exit, your way of safety.
Jake joined you soon after.

《Where were you? What happened?!》  His voice was scared and almost angry, but you shook your head. You didn't want to worry him further.

Jake took your hand and ran with you to the exit...but something didn't go as planned and Jake crossed the border of that realm without you.

Yes, you stayed there. Stuck in that damn place with that damn killer, you could only imagine what would happen next.
The light of that place went out leaving you in the dark and in total frost. You felt Jake's jacket and the screwdriver you still had in your hand vanish completely.

As if there was a melody on the other side, you slowly turned towards the forest...Michael was there, staring at you through his black eyeholes.