I wasn't supposed to wake up, to see what he was doing to me, but I did. My eyes open just a sliver. I didn't make it known, I went with it, enjoying the skilled way he worked. the sharp cuts didn't hurt me as much as I had anticipated, nor the stitching. Rather I admired his stitch job. He had practice, of course he had practice, he had done this many times before. I didn't mean to but I sighed as he backed away to the open window he entered from. He stiffened, I remained still, eyes now completely closed. I listened as the floor made small talk as he walked cautiously to me. I lay motionless, softly breathing as I heard his breath gently hit against his mask. I bit back a smile, enjoying how close he was and the thrill of the danger of being caught awake by him. My stillness must have satisfied him, giving him the relief of me being asleep, and he left. I gave an hour or more before I got up to examine the full extent of his art in the light of my bathroom. I grazed a hand over my new little secret, anticipating the unique 'j' scar to be. "You should be in bed at this hour..." I didn't jump at the voice, rather I welcomed it. I turn smiling at the masked man before me. The blood on his clothing didn't deter me, it egged me on. To say the thrill of danger was an aphrodisiac for me would be an understatement. "You should be creeping into a young woman's window at night, helping yourself to her." I wasn't being snoody, rather I was being playful. Playing with a fire that could devour me in an instant. I heard a chuckle, oh how sexy and low it was. I smiled at my deviant thoughts. He took his mask off, setting it down on my bathroom counter. In the light, I could see his gray complexion and empty, dripping sockets, a smile with sharped teeth. I didn't back away, I stepped closer to the acclaimed organ snatcher. Eyeless Jack, man or monster, unclear origins and unquenchable hunger for kidneys. Like the one he snatched from me a mere moments ago. I reached out, wiping away my own blood from the corner of his mouth. "You taste rather pleasant, I wonder if other parts of you do.." He pulled me into him, he was cooler to the touch than what one would expect but I knew to expect the unexpected. I was taken aback by the sudden feeling of sharp teeth grazing my bare neck. I softly gasp as goosebumps ingulf my skin. This sensation was too much of a tease, I needed more. I could feel his stained jeans tightening against me as his erection clearly showed his desires. He lifted me up him, onto my bathroom counter, countinuing his assalt on my neck and collarbone. I smiled to myself knowing full and well I woudl be mark by small gashes from his teeth and deep hickeys from his growing need. I moaned, unable to fight it anymore. He pulled away smiling his sharp grin, lifting me into his strong arms as he made way back to the scene of the crime. He gently tossed me down on the bed, smiling as he made his way onto my bed. He positioned himself above me, just hover overhead seemingly staring at with what would have been a heated gaze had he had eyes. The black goo dripped down from his sockets onto my cheek. He waited to if I was disgusted, to his shock I tasted it. "You taste rather pleasant, I wonder if other parts of you do.." I repeated his own words from moments earlier. I lean forward and catch his lips with mine in a quick kiss that quickly becomes so much more as he lowers himself on to me taking advantage of this new position, kiss way from the crook of my neck, over my jawline, my cheek, onto my waiting lips. He pulls away groaning slightly as his hunger grew. He comes close to my ear, ghosting a hot breath over my ear. I gasped, earning a slight chuckle as he rose up, suddenly he became more serious as I pushed him off. I grinned at his dangerous glare, as I was only going to tempt him and get myself killed for such defiant acts. I stripped slowly, feeling him stare at every ounce of my bare skin. I climbed on top of him stripping him down, noticing all his scars and healing cuts and bruises as I made my way down to his hardened cock. I delicately took it into my mouth, sucking it, nipping it gently with my teeth, relishing in his groans of estacy. Man or monster, he had needs and I had twisted desires... He grabbed on to my hair and pulled me off his twitching cock. I looked up, only to shoved back on to the  bed with him now hovering overhead. I felt the goosebumps creeping over my skin again. How could he remain so cool to the touch while I felt nothing but heat? I didn't dare ask and waited in anticipation for his next move. He caught my lips in a kiss that became more heated as he kissed me more passionately, his warm tongue brushed against my lips, teeth nipping them, drawing small droplets of blood. I let him in, his tongue dancing with mine as I tasted my own blood his tongue. I moaned into his frenzy as I felt him begin to grind against my bare lower region. I moaned once more into the kiss, as one  hand pinned my wrists above my head and the other found its way to my my breasts. He smiled against my lips before he pulled back .He gazed at them hungerly, leaning into take one in his mouth and the other in his hand. He flicked his tongue over my sensitive nipple as he sucked, my other breast was being groped, my nipple  rubbed and pinched. I moaned softly, tugging on his  hair. He only stopped to switch breasts. This was torture, I loved it but I need more. I didnt beg, i felt no need to. As if he could hear my unspoken words, he readied himself at my entrance. I could feel a surge of pure estacy rush from my dampened vagina to my aching nipples to the very essence of my soul. He slowly slid himself inside of me. I embraced the pain, though annoyed with how slow he entered. I remembered his art from earlier. He was skilled, never rushing his way through things. I looked at him with a pleased expression, appreciating his slow thrust like his slowly gliding the scalpel over my kidney moments earlier. He leaned in, kissing me softly as he began thrusting more erotically. I moaned  with each rock of his hip, feeling him hit somethign deep inside me, raking pleasure throughout my body. I was drowning in this burning passion, the fire consuming from the inside. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I  forced myself to. I needed to see the dangerous being before me, vunerable yet ready to attack. A new high. A better drug than any anyone else could offer. I felt him stirring within me, grunting softly with each thrust, sweatbeads on his forehead, sockets dripping all over me. This was too much for me, I'm nearing my end..

" (y/n) I'm gonna cum in you..." He could barely get out between his now speeding thrusts. I could feel myself meeting my end as i tighten around his trobing penis.I panted out as we both lost control and felt the others climax. The warm sensation filled ever ounce of my being as his seed filled me. Jack pulled himself out of me as his twithcing subsided. Without a word, he began to dress himself as I lay there staring at him and relishing in the high of my dark desire. Before he dawned his infamous mask once more, he spoke softly reigniting that very same fire. "I'll be back for another hit, (y/n).."