The Descent subtitles, written by The Curious Ghost

Here is the excerpt from The curious Ghost's "The Descent"! The author wanted me to read this intense part from their fanfiction. I did not write this, all credit goes to The curious Ghost.

Art by: @Neg_50asu and Gomi_ut

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I slowly, gently push open the bedroom door, praying it won't squeak. Luck is on my side; the door remains silent, allowing me to slip into the dark room unnoticed. My eyes are immediately drawn to your sleeping form, glowing ever so slightly in the stray beam of a street lamp.

As you sleep, breaths slow and steady, I move with the stealth of a predator closing in on its prey. The darkness envelops me, and I become a ghost, unseen and unheard as I stalk toward the bed on the other side of the room.

Despite the cold winter night, you've kicked your many blankets down. Your nightgown has ridden up, exposing the black panties you have on against your pale, moonlit skin.

You're so innocent, totally oblivious to the dark presence in your most private space. Tonight marks a change, one we won’t come back from. You've all but discovered my secret, and yet you've told no one, not even the police. Your need for me must outweigh your fear, exactly as I predicted. Letting you find the ring was worth the risk.

The thought flickers through my mind, dark and irresistible: I could suffocate you right here, while you lie so peacefully unaware, and you’d never see it coming. Just the idea of it—of holding your life in my hands—sends a shiver through me. It isn’t just the power that thrills me; it’s the intimacy. The silence of death is the only true bond I trust, the only connection that can’t be broken.

Yet, even as the thought lingers, hesitation creeps in. Your face, soft and vulnerable in sleep, stirs something in me. Desire, yes, but something deeper, too. More... emotional. It frustrates me, this attachment that shouldn’t exist—yet here it is, dulling the edge of my control. Allowing you to find the ring was a gamble I wouldn’t normally take. I still can’t fully grasp why I did it, why I set these dominoes in place just to watch them fall.

I need to ground myself, remind myself that this is just another game, another conquest. But as I watch you, another image comes unbidden to my mind—you, awake and looking at me, not with fear, but with understanding. Acceptance. The thought has my cock hardening, restricted by the fabric of my trousers. I reach down, stroking myself through my pants, and bite back a groan.

I search the room, and my eyes land on the small hamper in the corner. There, right on top of the pile, is a discarded pair of your delicate, red satin panties. Stealthily, I cross the room and snag them from the basket, lifting them to my face to inhale your scent.

I can smell the traces of arousal left on them. It drives me wild; I can’t help the moan that escapes me. I freeze, watching you carefully as you toss, but you don’t wake.

I approach the bed once more, looking down on you as I slowly undo my belt buckle, quietly unzip my trousers, and free my cock from my boxers. Wrapping your panties around myself, I begin stroking, not once taking my eyes off you. Every movement is slow, deliberate.

Just as I begin pumping in earnest, however, you stir. I drop to the floor, quick as a snake, and position myself under your bed. Your panties are balled in my fist, inches from my face, their tantalizing scent making my cock ache for the return of my hand.

Holding my breath, I feel the mattress shift above me as you sit up, preparing to get out of bed. I watch your feet as you cross the room to your closet, open it, and seem to look around before closing it again. You turn, going still as you face the dark room. I assume you’re looking around, cautiously searching for the source of your waking.

After a long moment, you make your way back to the bed, climbing in and pulling the blankets over yourself. I feel you settle and wait impatiently until I hear the shift in your breathing that indicates you’ve fallen back asleep.

As quietly as I can, I reach down to tuck my still-hard cock back into my boxers and zip up my trousers, buckling my belt to prevent it from making noise as I move. I slowly pull myself out from under your bed, pausing multiple times to ensure you remain dead to the world.

Once again, I stand over you as you slumber. Your intuition did its best, attempting to warn you of my presence, but in the end, I remained one step ahead. Before turning to leave, I reach into my pocket, retrieving the signet ring you stumbled upon earlier. I set it gently on your little bedside table, placing it where you can’t help but see it.

It’s time to see where this will go. If this plays out how I predict, you’ll finally be mine, with nothing for me to hide. You’ll join my world, leaving any sense of normalcy or safety behind. And if you choose wrong? Well, I’ll have to kill you. It would be a disappointment, to be sure, but the ecstasy of the kill would do much to make up for it.

After quietly sneaking back out of your house, I hurry back to my own home in an adrenaline-fueled rush. My erection is an obvious bulge in my pants; I’m forced to pull my coat tightly closed to avoid any awkward encounters. Luckily, I meet no one on my journey—it would have been difficult to explain the flush in my cheeks, the intense gleam in my eyes. I’m high off the thrill of nearly getting caught, the anticipation for whatever comes next.

Finally, I arrive, hurriedly shutting the front door behind me and making my way to the couch, throwing off my coat and shoes in the process. I unbuckle my belt and sit down, pulling my cock free. Picking up where I left off, I wrap your blood-red panties around myself, wasting no time. I pump hard and fast, desperate for release.

Visions of you spread wide before me play in my mind’s eye. Yes, I would crawl into your bed, carefully placing myself between your legs and using my tongue to bring you back to the waking world. You would gasp, afraid at first, and surely pull away from me. But your eyes would betray you—the desire in them would shine brighter than the fear.

I would lean into you and wrap my hand around your throat, pinning you in place, and kiss you deeply, allowing you to experience your own sweet taste. And with my tongue down your throat, I would position myself at your entrance, teasing you until you ground against me in desperation, until I’d finally slide inside you in one smooth motion. My moans fill the quiet room around me, and I can almost hear yours alongside them.

As I play through my twisted fantasy, my strokes are rough, bringing me closer to the brink of release. My eyes close, imagining the feeling of your tight, warm cunt around my cock as I fuck you. I can feel it with every pump of my fist; I can feel my hand tightening around your throat as I teeter on the edge of climax, nearly cutting off your air completely.

I would lower my forehead to yours, listening to those delicious little gasps for air. Your eyes would plead with me, filled with a very real fear, worried I would kill you. It wouldn’t take long for me to slam into you one final time, coming deep inside you, claiming you in the most primal way you can be claimed. Only then would I release the pressure on your throat, the sight of you desperately gulping air sending waves of intense aftershocks through my body.

I’m brought back to reality as my orgasm overtakes me. The strength of it blindsides me; your name is ripped from deep in my chest as I come, filling your panties with my seed. I fall back into the cushions of my couch, breathing hard, totally spent. I try to speak, but only one whispered word escapes my lips:

 “Mine.”