A/N: This is a fanfiction. enjoy! 🙂
Camp Happy Trails had a kind of vibe that Laurie thought was classic and outdoorsy in a fun way, though she could have done with a nicer shower setup. Still, she managed to keep her pretty blonde hair well-groomed and her skin clean. Only Laurie could pull off the camp-aesthetic so well while also maintaining her bratty, confident persona. She wasn’t down to earth; she was above it. Her cut-off jean shorts and t-shirt looked as good on her as designer clothes did on other people.
In the flickering light of the fire, Laurie’s face glowed.
“I could handle him,” she said, in her self-possessed, unself-conscious way. “I’d sorta like to see him try,” she added, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she leaned closer to the fire.
“I don’t know many people who could survive Hans the Butcher,” her friend said, shivering a little, though she didn’t directly say she didn’t think Laurie could. If anyone could, it would be Laurie. “He’s so creepy.”
The next morning, there was an axe mark in the tree by the fire, directly above where Laurie’s head had been the night before. Laurie looked at it, cocking her head to the side. The other girls watched her, eyes wide and scared. Then she laughed, high and feminine and teasing.
“Let’s play, then!” Laurie called into the woods. “Come and get me.”
Hans’ presence followed them around, stalking them. It was like he was drawn to Laurie, but he never let himself get too close. The other girls were terrified, even though they tried to be brave like their friend. It wasn’t even bravery, though, not really. Laurie was just unfazed. She continued to taunt him. If she saw his looming figure in the shadows, she’d beckon him closer with a wink. If she heard his footsteps through the camp at night, she’d call out to him, daring him to approach her.
“Come on,” Laurie said. “We’re not going to just sit around and let him terrorize us.” She was trying—successfully, of course, because she was her—to rally her friends to go out and look for Hans. “We can terrorize him back,” she said, smirking. She’d gotten tired of her friends being scared and was taking action. If he wasn’t going to make a move, she would.
She led her friends through the forest, each of them jumping at every little sound, tree branches snapping, even birds chirping, but not Laurie. She scanned the woods ahead of her with a gleam in her eye. When she caught sight of the cabin, she knew it was his. It was like something from a horror movie, with shuttered windows and a sagging roof, and even Laurie’s magnetism couldn’t convince her friends to go inside.
“Well then, stick together,” Laurie said, rolling her eyes. “And wait for me right here. Scream if you see him.” And with that, she slipped into the cabin, taking it in with gleaming eyes. Her gaze flicked over axes and sledgehammers, all of them smaller than the fabled one he carried. She saw his bed, rumpled and massive, and, beside it, a journal. She grabbed it with glee, riffling through the pages. She giggled as she read, her smile growing wider and wider.
“He’s obsessed with control,” she told her friends after they’d returned to camp. Laurie was practically vibrating with excitement, rubbing her thighs together. Between her legs, heat had gathered, just thinking about how she’d manipulate Hans with the knowledge she’d gained.
“He’s terrified that someone might hypnotize him, especially someone like me. A woman.” She laughed, smiling at each of her friends in turn. “I think he’s extra susceptible to hypnosis from someone pretty,” she said, sounding neither vain nor apologetic for calling herself pretty. It was simply a fact.
“Did you hear that, Hans!” Laurie called. Though her voice was still high and loud, it had taken on a hypnotic rhythm. “I know you’re scared of me, scared of how much you want me. You want me so badly, don’t you, Hans? Then come get me.”
It was more than a taunt this time. It was a fish-hook, pulling him in, tugging him closer whether he wanted to be drawn in or not. He couldn’t fight the way Laurie pulled him towards her.
“Come out now,” she commanded. “I’m tired of this game.”
Hans’ feet weren’t the only part of his body that betrayed him as he found himself leaving the shadows of the woods, creeping towards Laurie’s fire. His cock, too, stiffened to attention, and worst of all, he wanted to go to her. He broke through the woodline, into the clearing of Camp Happy Trails. Laurie stood, facing him, though there remained a big space between them. Her friends gasped and moved behind her, terrified. But Laurie only smiled that bratty, confident smile Hans found so infuriating and attractive.
“Finally,” she breathed, and the fact that she wasn’t scared of him at all made his stomach clench. “Come closer.” She lifted a mesmerizing finger, indicating that he should obey her. He did, despite his mental protests.
“Aw, look at that,” she murmured. “You’re not so tough after all, are you?” Hans tried to snarl, but he found, to his embarrassment, that only a feeble little moan left his mouth. Laurie tossed her head back and laughed.
“Get on your knees,” she said as she snapped her fingers, and Hans found himself falling to his knees. Laurie sashayed her way closer to him, her movements slow and sensual, her breasts swaying slightly under her t-shirt, the bare skin of her thighs taunting him. She came to a stop directly in front of him, looking down her nose at him with a smile that made pre-cum ooze from his cock. He stifled another groan.
“How pathetic,” Laurie said, leaning closer, close enough that he could feel her breath as it curled under the edges of his mask. He was a big man, and even on his knees, he was almost eye-level with her. Still, he’d never felt so small.
“You’re nothing without me,” she murmured, and he wasn’t sure if it had been true before that moment, but he knew it was true now. “You’re just a toy for me to play with.” He was. He was.
“We’re going to leave now,” she said, snapping her fingers again. “This has gotten boring for me. But it’s not over for you.” She grabbed the ear of his mask, tugging it to the side and making his head move. “You’re obsessed with me. You’re obsessed with me. You’re obsessed with me.” She continued on a loop. She pushed his head to the other side and he let her; he was, after all, a toy for her to play with.
“You’re trapped, thinking about me, missing me, being humiliated by how easy it was for me to defeat you,” she said. And then she leaned forward and kissed the top of his mask. It wasn’t a loving kiss. It was taunting and full of dominance, the kind of kiss an executioner might put on the forehead of the head he was about to lob off. Then she pushed him away from her and spun on her heel, not sparing him a second look.