Samantha knew she shouldn't have been messing around with that ouija board, not in an abandoned house of all places. But it was just so tempting, and her friends were the ones who tempted her in the first place, so really it was their fault, not hers.
Something had replied to her that first night, using the board. She was shocked at first, but quickly grew intrigued. She told it nothing about herself, and it revealed nothing about itself in return. But being alone in that house, only a candle illuminating the darkness as she talked to a complete stranger who sounded suspiciously interested in her was addictive. She kept returning every night she could, and their conversations began to turn borderline flirty, almost playfully sexual.
Until it grew aggressive. It pushed her for answers, asking her her name and where she lived. Scared, she refused, and in response, the candle blew out. The house began to shudder and groan, and she ran out, terrified, vowing never to return again.
Samantha thought she'd never encounter the being again. And for a while, she didn't.
She didn't realize it was taking its time to hunt her down.
After a few weeks, strange things began happening in her home. Doors opened and closed, lights flickered, and she swore she heard footsteps one night. It wasn't too frequent, so she forced herself to believe that it was just her imagination.
Until one night, she saw him.
He manifested right in front of her, a demon clad in a suit. He looked mostly human, save for the horns atop his head, and his red eyes - but above all, he looked really, really fucking hungry. His forked tongue flicked out, licking his lips as they curled into a smirk, an expression of triumph upon his face as he looked at her, murmuring, "There you are."
That was the face of a predator having caught his prey. It was the face of someone who'd been waiting for so long to get his way, and who finally had what he wanted in the palm of his hands.
She couldn't find the words to say or her voice to speak with.
He took a slow, careful step towards her as if testing the waters, and she instinctively took a step back, fascination yet fear in her eyes. The demon easily towered above her - with those broad shoulders and muscular arms, he could do anything he wished with her. The thought of it scared her and somehow at the same time.
Her attempt at evading him only served to rile him up even further. As he approached her, she continued to step back, until finally she found herself close to the door and ran.
She knew she had no chance but she still ran. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she sprinted through her house, panting, eyes wide. She heard his footsteps behind her, close but not too close. She was closing in on the front door and she thought maybe a miracle would happen, she'd reach it and escape in time-
In the blink of an eye, strong arms wrapped around her, and Samantha found herself pressed to his chest. "You didn't think I was gonna let you get away that easy, did you?"
He'd let her think she had a chance, only to crush her hopes. The thought of it left a sour taste in her mouth and made her body tingle at the same time. She struggled, trying to squirm out of his grip somehow, only to his amusement. He chuckled, low and almost raspy, as if watching her helplessly try to escape would make taking her even better.
