whokebe was crushed under jinx's stare like a bug under a boot. the presence of his lifelong predator was too much for him to handle.

scanning the room, jinx's eyes landed on an old, beat-up refrigerator in the corner. jinx walked over, tugged open the creaky fridge door, and pulled out a bottle.

the fridge looked like something out of a junkyard—a dingy yellow, with chipped paint and rust framing the edges. its motor hummed like it was on its last legs, and a faint smell of sour milk leaked out as the door opened.

jinx twisted the cap off the bottle, then extended it toward whokebe." drink it," he ordered, his voice unnervingly calm for the tension in the room.

whokebe hesitated, eyeing the bottle. "what is it?"

"you'll figure it out."

whok wanted to refuse, but jinx's stare made it pointless.

reluctantly, he took the bottle and sipped its contents. the liquid was thick, bitter, numbing. his head grew heavy within minutes, the room starting to spin.

suddenly the walls began to fold inward, melting like wax, and jinx's grin stretched into something grotesque. whokebe kicked, screamed, but nothing felt real anymore—-his own voice seemed distant, distorted. the floor turned to water beneath him, and jinx’s face morphed into a thousand shifting forms.

before whok could grasp what was happening, jinx was on him. whok begged him to back off, but his body refused to fight. his limbs had betrayed him.

whok started to yell but a strong hand put something in his mouth and held it there. the head of jinx’s cock popped inside him. there was a flash of intense heat as jinx first violated him.

whok started to yell again, but whatever was in his mouth went a little deeper and dulled his yell to a whimper.

jinx pounded away with relentless force. he took his time but managed to get his entire rock-hard 9-inch cock balls-deep into whok. every time whok tried to yell, whatever was in his mouth would go a little deeper. he decided to try to ignore the the humiliation for as long as he could.

jinx leaned over and whispered in his ear "you're a pathetic little cum dump whore and I'm going to rape you until i'm done".

whokebe kicked, screamed, and begged, spewing out words of self-pity between breathless cries as jinx impaled him. his mind was foggy, his senses dulled.

after what seemed like an eternity, the whimpers faded, echoing around him like some distant memory. things quieted, but he could still hear the moans, the pushing and fighting in his head.

suddenly, his eyes jolted open. the ceiling above him—cracked and stained with years of neglect—seemed familiar. eerily familiar. the gritty air of the apartment flooded his senses. his heart still pounded in his chest, but there was no lake. no cabin. no jinx.

the dingy walls of his rundown room slowly came into focus. where had jinx gone? was there ever a cabin? he gasped with paranoia, clutching his chest, trying to steady his breath as reality started to piece itself together.

his brain scrambled to make sense of it all, but the truth settled in—-there had been no jinx, no lake, just himself in his threadbare apartment. had it been a nightmare? it felt so real.

A chill shot down his spine as it hit him—-jinx had finally hacked his brain.

he stumbled toward the window. outside, neighbors were peering from their windows, their faces dimly lit by the streetlights. his screams had echoed through the night, rousing the nearby shabby buildings that stood just close enough to hear everything.

“you've got to stop watching gay porn, man” some teenager yelled from a nearby window, clearly irritated. “we can't sleep with all that bitch moaning!”

whokebe barely registered the words. “i'm sure it happened! the guy at the lake is a jinx alt!” he muttered, clutching his head.

shuffling back to bed, his breath still uneven. “i should've known,” he whispered, staring at the ceiling. “i have to get that bastard at the lake.”

jinx was always one step ahead. he was everywhere, sneaking through the cracks of reality like a virus.

whokebe sat up, rubbing his temples. “this isn't over,” he muttered to the empty room, as though jinx could hear him.

he reached for his phone, flipping through the countless notes he'd obsessively compiled about jinx over the years.

times, dates, cryptic messages that probably only made sense to him. anyone else looking at this would think he was insane.

whokebe began to plan his final showdown with jinx at the lake.

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