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I watch helplessly above myself as he shoves my head into the toilet. The bubbles stopped coming from my nose and mouth a while ago, though he hasn’t noticed. He’s wearing a dark ski mask; I have no idea who he is or why he chose me. About an hour ago, he broke into my apartment and ripped me out of my bed. His fist slammed into my face as I screamed out for help.
My ears rang from the blow, making me too dizzy to fight back. It would have been pointless, anyhow. He was a giant man, and even though I’m no small girl, I was no match for him. He tossed me around my apartment like it was a game. By the time we got to the bathroom, most of my body was numb from the shock. My brain detached from the amount of pain he’d given me. It wasn’t long after he bent me into my own toilet that he began violating me. Now, as a spirit floating above, I want in horror as he fills my unresponsive body with his seed. There and then, I vow to haunt him for the rest of his life.
Coming Back To Haunt Him
He tucked his nasty prick back in his pants and stood back, huffing. He looked down at me, lifeless and unmoving, and seemed to panic. Maybe that hadn’t been his plan all along. It didn’t matter; I wouldn’t let him get away with this! I floated down closer to see if he could feel me. My hand swiped out as if to slap him and my fingers just dissipated as they met his flesh.
At first, I didn’t think he felt a thing, but then he shivered. Maybe I could have some effect on him or perhaps even possess him? I pressed myself to his body, and at first, he walked right through me, but I wasn’t ready to give up. I followed him as he left my apartment and ran home. He lived in a terrifying part of town. People had bars on their windows and doors.
Once inside of his grubby house, I watched him shower and tried to knock his things off the bathroom counter. It didn’t work. I was beginning to get frustrated. Finally, he grabbed a beer from his fridge and dropped into his bed naked. His body was pudgy and hairy. The sight of him made me want to gag. Only I couldn’t.
When he fell asleep, his mouth gaped open as he snored; I put my ghost fingers in his mouth and then my hand. It was like I was reaching into a tunnel, and soon I found myself falling into his body. I’d done it! I possessed him! Now, instead of just coming back to haunt him, I was going to fuck up his whole life!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410