Who Am I?

[The_PG]

((OOC: PM me your first post please, open for one female, but I'm willing to start the thread again if anyone wants to also try it out. I've done this thread before (not on Literotica) and it's very fun, both sides have a great time *evil grin*))

The eternal question shall, oh yes, shall ring in your mind as i prance about your query in naked innocence. I shall, oh yes, shall never be found out by your inquiry into my being, what am I? Where am I? When am I? Why am I? Who, who am I? You shall, oh yes, shall ask again and again... And again these questions to many people, tall elegant ones, short slob ones. Then the inverse and opposite of those as many times as you feel like you shall, oh yes, shall ask those under emphasizing questions about me.

I am tantalizing you now, drawing you into my midst with a breath that is so perfect, so sensitive, so blissful you cannot think. Your eyes roll, your pulse races, you breathing becomes shallow and faint, but more audible. You remember vaguely the mysteries that surround someone of my stature, my demeanor, my legend, if you will permit the license.

Now my touch, my hand, my lips. They combine in an assault that leaves your knees shaking, your eyes closed, your breath and pulse are now both racing towards an unknown goal, each trying to outdo the other. My hands, so delicate, so precise know exactly where they should touch you, know exactly where they should be firm and be soft, they know you as if you were part of them. My lips. They are so soft, so sensuous, they are the true danger. Your body wilts to them, leaving my hands just an addition to their unyielding passion and lust that they arose.

Circling your lips now, teasing them as the pucker out to kiss, to return my impossible to return feelings that well deep in the core of your being. Deeper then any man has taken you, deeper then any feeling has run into your spine. You do not know what to do, slowly you freeze as you feel my hands again, for the very first and last time you feel them, slowly drawing the wire fast across your neck... Who... Am... I?

Then you awake.

Everyday you follow me closely, how do I know? Perhaps we will add that to our collection of questions which I shall refresh you on; how do i know? What am I? Where am I? When am I? Why am I? Who, who am I?

Now you know What I am. I am him. The one you wake up to read about in the morning, the one that frightens you when your co-worker accidentally sneaks up on you during your coffee break. The one who brings your heart into your throat when the other driver tries to jump the green light turning left from the opposite direction, the one that makes your pulse race at the misplacement of your wallet or purse for any amount of time.

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, "The Only Thing We Have to Fear Is Fear Itself." Never were truer words spoken, except that he did not know, like you do, that I posses that word, that I am the full meaning and extent of that word. Fear. That is my call sign, my aptly given and accepted from the press name. First appearing in the New York Times as I took my sixth victim, then came following for the seventh through twelfth.

Now it is your turn, I have followed you, known you, studied you. You ask how I know that you know who I am. I have watched you, studied you for a long, long time. The number thirteen is unlucky, yet you have been chosen to be the thirteenth victim, your name has rung loudly through my head.

The phone rings in your living room.

What do you do?

 

[Kaena]

Aurora Williams

Aurora shook her head as she read the newspaper before her, taking another sip of her coffee, hoping to drive the exhaustion from her body. She hadn't been sleeping well, not since the stories had started appearing in the paper. The story in the paper spoke now of a twelth victim and they still didn't know who was behind it all, the media choosing to label him "Fear". It had been about the time of the sixth victim that the dreams had started, waking her every night in a cold sweat.

Brushing her auburn hair from her eyes, she tucked it behind one ear, willing it to stay in place, knowing that it would be soon in her eyes again within minutes. She had been pretty once, having been told by many that her bright blue eyes were like deep pools that one could get lost in. But the lack of sleep was starting to take a toll on her body and though she still was pretty in her own way, it was harder to see behind her tired eyes.

The phone's ringing startled her, causing her to spill her coffee all over the newspaper. Cursing, she grabbed a dishrag and began moping up the mess, ignoring the phone. She knew the phone would keep ringing, as it did everyday for hours on end, the other end silent everytime she answered. After the phone rang for a couple of minutes, it finally went silent, only to start ringing again a minute later.

Frusterated and angry, Aurora grabbed the phone from its hook, placing the receiver to her ear. "Who are you? What do you want?" she yelled into the phone, once again being met with silence on the line. "Leave me alone." Her hand shook as she hung up the phone. She had called the police about the phone calls many times and they had just brushed her off as crazy, telling her to change her phone number. But she had, she had changed her number 10 times now and yet the calls kept happening.

 

[The_PG]

The next time I do not remain silent, "Hello Aurora." My voice rasps into your ear, sending shivers through your very core. You don't have to ask all my questions. You just know now. You drop the phone, the only sound is barely audible, coming from the receiver, my breathing. It is raspy, mutated, distinct, i have practiced it and perfected it from my second victim onwards. She was a beautiful actress on her way up, the first high profile killing that was attached to Fear, the actual first killing, as you well know, was well before her. But again, perhaps it does not count in my mind either, not much is known about that killing.

I sit in my chair, across the street, breathing. Waiting. What do you do next?

 

[Kaena]

Aurora replaced the phone receiver with shaky hands, the terror she had felt by those few spoken words still making her heart pound. The voice was the one from her dreams, the one that set fear into her heart every night, keeping the sleep from her body. Getting shakily to her feet, she instinctively rushed to her apartment door, checking the locks to make sure the were all latched as she had left them.

Sitting back at the kitchen table, she picked up her coffee cup and took a sip, grimacing at the taste of cold coffee in her mouth. Moving to the sink, she dumped out the coffee, setting the cup aside to be washed later. Walking to her bedroom, she flopped down on her bed, deciding to try and get some more sleep, her body dragging with exhaustion. Slowly she slipped from consciousness, praying that the dreams would stay away just once.

 

[The_PG]

Oh it was beautiful, the click sends a shiver down my back. One filled with anticipation and sheer joy of what I will be doing soon to you, what you will soon be feeling when you hear and see me. I know you've waited for this, waited for our meeting. When conversation of me occurs it still sends your heart racing, not with fear, but with joy and excitement and perhaps desire, my Fear. At home it was Fear, the pure unadulterated fear that consumes you every night when you come from your day shift, or everyday when you come home from your night shift.

Now i move across the street, silently coming to your electrical box. With experienced hands i shut the light off, then with one snip your phone line is gone. But in any case, ten seconds later I ring your cell phone. It rings again, and again, you stare at it with my name burning into your head. A shudder that i cause goes straight from your toes to your head, ending at the tips of your ears. The phone continues to ring.

What are you going to do this time?

 

[Kaena]

Aurora sat up groggily as her cell phone began to ring. Reaching for the lamp at the side of her bed, she cursed as the light failed to turn on. Getting out of bed, she stumbled into the kitchen, feeling for the lightswitch and once again being met with no light. Terror struck her suddenly as she groped in the darkness for her phone, praying that it wasn't who she knew it was going to be on the other end. Pressing the talk button, she placed the phone to her ear. "Hello," she said softly, her hand shaking violently, eyes searching the darkness around her.

 

[The_PG]

My voice floats through the phone, like a snake, shooting it's worms it's way deep into your head and straight through your heart. "Aurora. Turn on the television." Click, i hang up. Your mind screams with Fear, not fear, but Fear, you know it is me, the one person you've never wanted to meet, to know that you existed. But guess what Aurora? I know.

You ask how you can turn on the television without the power on? Then the power turns on again. All the clocks, displays and computer screens read, "13." You glance at the calender, it is the 1st of April, exactly the first second of the 1st, you shudder and think, 'It's probably just a April fools.' Relief flood through your body, but the TV looms ominously. So does the thought in the back of your mind, I've struck twelve times, thirteen was next.

 

[Kaena]

The fear that Aurora was suddenly feeling was making it hard for her to breath. That one order, said so ominously over the phone made her weak with terror. She jumped as all the lights came back on the house, all the electronic displays flashing the number 13. Walking slowly across the living room, she turned on the TV, as the image appeared on the screen, she fell to her knees, her body trembling. The face on the screen, she recognized it. It was not of someone she had ever seen in her life, but, it was one that had been within her mind for that last few months. The face of Fear himself.

 

[The_PG]

I've waited so long for your reaction, just waited, dreaming about the moment that you see my naked face and hear my rasping voice. It is a baby face, pure and simple. No baby fat, just smooth lines that encircle my eyes. My eyes which watch you, laughing in your face and sending chills to the core of your being. You've seen me before, everyone has seen me before, i am the milkman, the post man, the taxi driver, plumber, the electrician, the computer guy. I am your life. I am, Fear.

 

[Kaena]

Aurora quickly shut off the TV, but, not before the image was ingrained in her memory. Looking nervously around her, she shuddered, having a sudden feeling that she was being watched. Frantically, she rushed around the apartment, closing all the blinds and curtains, jumping nervously as she startled her cat Squeak into batting her leg.

"This is ridiculous," she thought, breathing heavily. "I am letting some prankster scare me. I can't let that happen." But, she knew that it would happen. She would be scared. She knew this as much as she knew that it was not some prankster playing jokes on her. It was him, Fear, and he was coming after her.

 

[The_PG]

It is not ridiculous my Aurora, it is the beginning, only the beginning. You have thirteen steps to complete, thirteen events to pass before thirteen days are up and the 13th of April comes to light on your precious little home and life. Thirteen days in which you will be all mine. My whole body tingles with electricity as I come to your bedroom window, the large panes of glass are frosted from the nights cold air, I grin as you walk back into the room, heading straight for the curtains.

Because of the misconfiguration in the glass you do not notice my shadowy frame as you pull these drapes. But you do notice the tapping. Tap-tip, tip-tap, tip-tap, tip-tap... It repeats in a hypnotic cycle, all you can do is freeze, tap-tip, tip-tap, tip-tap, tip-tap... You do not recognize, one three, one tap, three tips, thirteen. You watch through the drapes as my shadowy hand opens the glass. You feel the cold blast of freezing midnight air as it rides up and down your bare arms and neck. But that is not what makes you shiver, what makes your arms and legs weak, your eyes wide. My frame silhouetted in the white curtain brings a scream to your throat.

"Hello Aurora." There is nothing like my voice. It is so pure, so purely evil and smooth, it feels like smooth poison, seeping it's way deep into your very core. I have not even removed the blinds yet, to show you the babies face that is me, is you, is your life. Is Fear. And yet all you can do is slink into the bed, teeth chattering nearly, even though i've closed the window.

 

[Kaena]

After she had finally regained her senses, Aurora quickly moved to the window, locking it quickly. Fighting her own terror for a moment, she stood at the window looking out into the darkness, looking for any sign that someone was still out there.

Shaking, Aurora climbed back onto the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest, rocking quietly. She knew that she should call someone, perhaps the police, but, then she shook the thought from her head. They wouldn't believe her anyways. They would just think that she was going crazy again.

She remembered her brief stint in the mental institution that her mother had placed her in when she was only 16, after losing her baby and trying to kill herself. No, she wouldn't go back here. To have people think she had gone crazy again was a fear of hers, actually the worst fear of all. Even the fear he had been instilling in her over the last few hours was nothing compared to it.

 

[The_PG]

Your unseeing eyes are the most beautiful thing I've seen in my many years. They hold every emotion that defines me, excitement, wonder, disillusion, disbelief, cynicism, worry; but most importantly, fear. The window latches and my laugh becomes audible, trust me Aurora, I know your fears well. "Your not going crazy Aurora, not yet." My voice echoes now, coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, maybe you are crazy?

But something tells you that you are not, yet, like my voice says. It is an underlying truth that only those involved in this world know and understand. My footsteps are undetectable, but then I am there. My baby face is covered with a mask, a small one of the eyes mainly, because eyes define the person, you not seeing mine will make me undefinable except as one thing. I do not even have to speak it.

"Have you ever felt so afraid," My hand is on yours, making you shiver and shake, you know what happens to each of my victim's. The love, the passion, the sweat, the pleasure and then finally the end. "That you simply could not move?" My voice, it has a quality that alone by itself makes your pussy wet, your stomach shudder and your spine melt into jelly. You cannot move you realize, even as you try consciously to move your arm.

 

[Kaena]

Aurora shivered at his touch, terror freezing her in place. How had he gotten into the apartment without her knowing. She knew that she had locked the door to the apartment before she went to bed. Though the fear was coursing through her body, she couldn't help that her body was responding to his touch and voice. It had been many years since she had been with a man.

"Please, don't" she said softly, not even believing the words herself. She shuddered at the thought, but, she actually wanted what she knew only he could give her.

 

[The_PG]

I laugh. You shiver. It is a laugh of a man that is so much in control of himself, he looks out of control and acts it. My hand lids up your arm the straps of your sleeveless undershirt, trailing a wake of goosebumps. My fingers are cold the touch, it is an acceptable description that leaves you shivering more. "Aurora." My voice is now but a whisper as I slip down one of the straps, then the other.

You know me, you know my style inside and out as I know your life like the back of my hand. You know that I will pleasure you, making the clean sheets of your unused bed soiled beyond anything they ever have experienced. You know then I will kill you. That is where this very special number comes into play, thirteen, so unlucky, so special for you. I will not kill you on the thirteenth, something will go wrong, the luck will turn on me. I will wait, but wait, i precede myself. First it is time for your pleasure.

Softly I strip you of your clothes, it takes nearly an hour because of my precision and carefulness. I unbutton a sole button on your blouse and spend nearly five minutes tasting each piece of bare skin that comes into view of my hungry eyes and wanting lips. That hour gone by, your are undressed in my sight, your body is admirable and i take the time to do just that. Admire it. When you bring your arms to cover yourself i shake my head and whisper softly for you not to. What you are feeling i can only again imagine, this time however i allow myself to dwell on the imagination, sitting between your spread legs.

Your mind screams for you to react, but your body will have none of it, it knows any resistance is futile, the power behind my frigid fingers in incalculable. They trace down chest to your breasts, which harden as just the furthest point of my fingertips brush down the ultra sensitive mounds, the nipples do. My hands neglect the nipples though, flowing just out of their reach to your stomach, sending more shudders through your body.

 

[Kaena]

Aurora lay back on the bed as his cold hands stripped her of her clothes in an excrutiating slow manner, the way he said her voice sending fear and sudden excitement to course through her body. Her body fought against her mind the whole time. Her mind wanted to scream, to run, her body wanted to stay and enjoy what he was doing to her. Her body won the battle, causing her to lay still as he stripped her.

His hands is like ice against her burning body, sending shivers to the very core of her being. Still her mind begged her to fight his touch, to try to escape, but, her body arched towards his hand, wanting to feel his soft touch on her nipples.

She knew what he had done to the others, had dreamed about it every night, ever since the first known victim was in the newspaper. She gulped at the thought of what he could do to her and what he had done to them, knowing that he had not left any of them alive.

 

[The_PG]

Now is not a time for explaining anything, now is a time for action. My fingers brush over your hips, on their way to your feet, the small bit of nails i manicure perfectly trace along your skin. Up and down your smooth legs, I lean forwards and kiss just above your navel, on your abdomen that tries to escape my lips but cannot.

My hands slide back up your waist, over your ribs and then to your breasts again, taking each, but making sure not to touch the nipple, in a hand and squeezing slightly. Again I kiss your abdomen, then my tongue darts into your navel, all my senses are tuned for your reaction, just waiting for your beautiful body to respond.

 

[Kaena]

Aurora arched at the feeling of his tongue at her navel. His kisses were hot against her skin, making her body yearn for more. Finally gaining a bit of her senses, she slowly placed her hands over his on her breasts, moving them so that they brushed against her nipples before he moved his hands away again.

Rubbing her hands up his strong arms, she stared deep in his eyes, entranced by them. It was if her body was being controlled by someone else, her mind still screaming for her to run, to get away while she still could. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations he as sending shooting through her body.

 

[The_PG]

Both my hands grasp your perked nipples, squeezing and rolling them hard between my pointer finger and thumb. It happens at the exact same time my tongue finally stops teasing and darts into your pussy, my tongue is long and well trained, it legs one side of your moist slit, then the other, before gently caressing your clit from one side, then the other and ending with a slight twirl.

My hands then depart from your breasts, sliding up your chest to your throat. They encircle it slightly as my tongue begins to move in and out of your pussy in a fucking motion, my whole head nods with the motion, driving my chin and nose roughly against the skin surrounding your pussy. Slowly, but surely my hands begin to squeeze, asphyxiating you the tinniest of bits before releasing your airway. My tongue moves even fast as again I tighten around your neck, squeezing a bit harder, and a bit longer this time.

I keep repeating myself, my tongue increases it's viciousness as my hands get tighter and tighter, and remain for longer and longer. This is only the first event, but you do not know that. I am going to show you just how mind shattering my world is, the most powerful orgasm in the world is the one just before death.

The time comes, my tongue stops moving into your pussy, it goes to your clit and my whole mouth sucks powerfully, vacuuming your clit into my mouth and darting my tongue over it again and again. My hands tighten and do not let go, they are too powerful for you and just then the two summits begin to come together, darkness and pleasure. They rise out of the midst and come barreling towards your mind, your body, both tense with readiness cannot imagine what will occur when the two climaxes slam into each other.

 

[Kaena]

Aurora moaned at the feel of his hands on her breasts and his tongue against her wet pussy, her body giving in to the passion that he was sending shooting through her body. Panic made her heart pound as his hands closed around her throat, cutting off her air. Struggling against him, she desperately tried to pry his hands from her throat, sighing in relief as he released her.

Through the panic she was feeling at his hands on her throat, Aurora could feel her body being brought closer to orgasm, the lack of air sending blood to her clit, intensifying the pleasure he was giving her. She moaned loudly, her hands still desperately beating against his, her nails leaving long scratches on his arms and the back of his hands.

Aurora could feel herself blacking out as his mouth sent exquisite pleasure to her body and his hands squeezed her throat tightly. Fighting to breath, she bucked against him, in both fear and pleasure. Her hands fell feebly to her sides, no longer fighting him. As her world started to go black, a powerful orgasm wracked through her body, ripping a scream from her throat, the last thing she saw was his face before she blacked out.

 

[The_PG]

I stand slowly and walk to the head of your bed, pulling the soft covers over your naked body before bending at the waist and kissing your forehead. First event... Completed. I straighten and smile down at your sleeping form, what a surprise you are in for, when you wake up, alive and well. Only the tingling in your pussy to remind you of the night before, "Good night Aurora." I whisper, knowing you cannot here me, but not caring. When you wake up, you will wake up to the second most important day, the beginning of the end, the beginning of the end of the Aurora you know and live as everyday. Soon enough you will realize just how special you are, how you are so special, that you have been kept alive longer then any other victim I've ever taken, already.

Then I am gone. Waiting for you to awake in some unknown location, able to see your every move and action anywhere in your house.

 

[Kaena]

Aurora woke with a start, sitting upright in bed. Gasping for air, she inadvertantly placed her hand on her throat, remembering his hands upon her. There was a dull soreness between her legs and when she reached down to touch herself, she was surprised to find that she was still a little wet.

Sliding off of the bed, she walked to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she grimaced at the purple bruises on her neck, evidence that what she thought might have been just a dream was actual reality. She shuddered at the thought of his hands upon her.

Moving to the kitchen, she started the coffee pot, her hands shaking slightly. Sitting down at the kitchen table, she glanced at the phone, trying to will herself to call the cops. She couldn't call them, her body remembered his touch and the pleasure he had given her with promise of more to come. No she couldn't call the cops, she was already wet again in anticipation of his next visit.

 

[The_PG]

My footsteps are again inaudible, my hand slips across your mouth and I whisper in your ear. "Good morning Aurora," My other hand slips across the purple bruises on your neck, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" I ask it with a chuckle that i'm sure sends some sort of shiver through you. You may wonder how i enter and exit your house so noiselessly, so easily, but that is one of the questions the cops have been asking since I began this business.

"There is plenty more for us to continue with, so do not worry about the dampness you have down there." I continue with just a whisper, sure it adds a dramatic overtone that mono-tone would be lucky to create in a million years. "For today you must simply proceed like the blind woman you are, go to work, make sure you use the bathroom before lunch. And eat in your office today." My tongue darts out into your ear before my hands and tongue leave, you whirl around, but I am already gone.

Maybe you have gone crazy?

 

[Kaena]

Aurora looked around the kitchen in confusion, searching desperately for some sign of his presence. A sudden thought brought fear to her heart, was she going crazy, had she imagined it all, somehow bruising herself in the process. Shaking her head, she put a hand to her lips and ear, remembering the feel of his hand on his mouth and his tongue on her ear, feeling as if he was still there in the room with her.

The memory of his voice sent shivers down her spine, causing goosebumps to appear on her arm. But, if she wasn't crazy, then how had he slipped in and out of her apartment so quickly, silent and deadly.

Carrying her coffee cup, she walked into her bedroom, her eyes inadvertently falling upon the soiled sheets of her bed, evidence of what had happened upon them the night before. Pulling out a pair of jeans and a turtleneck, she threw them on the bed and walked into the bathroom to have her shower. Dropping her robe on the floor, her naked body glistened in morning light. Climbing into the shower, she turned on just the hot water, scrubbing her body in a desperate attempt to wash the feel of his hands off her skin, but, to no avail.

Not able to shake the sudden feeling that she was being watched she quickly stepped from the shower, running to her bedroom a trail of water left in her wake. Slamming her bedroom door, she leaned against it trying to swallow her panic, her heart racing and breath coming in ragged gasps. Looking around she started to laugh at the silliness of her fear, moving quickly to get dressed.

Climbing into her car, she paused for a moment, debating on ignoring his orders and not going to work for the day, show him that he did not have any power over her. Thinking of the pleasure he had given her body, she knew she had to do what he said. He did have control of her, the promise of more pleasure to come making her excited inside.

The time seemed to drag Aurora watched the clock, the hands seeming to move even slower as her lunch hour drew near. Finally at about a half an hour before her lunch was about to start, she rushed to the bathroom, slipping inside.

 

[The_PG]

I've left a note for you. It reads thusly:

Hello Aurora,

When you read this you will be sitting on the toilet, the lid down and your clothes still fully covering your body. What I want you to do is simple. Undress all of your under clothing completely, the white panties, black laced bra, cute pink t-shirt and your socks. All of it should be bundled together in your tinker bell shirt and stuff into your turtleneck, which along with your jeans and shoes will be the only thing you will be wearing when you come back into your office.

When you enter the office, immediately make a thorough search of the room, then close and lock the door, draw the blinds and undress yourself. Make sure you keep the light on, but dimmed, we do not want anyone thinking it is free to go inside your office. Stand in the middle of your office and close your eyes, do not move, or open your eyes.

Signed, Fear​