his girl - ghost x fem reader

La Mascarada

warning: this chapter will contain depictions of death & murder, and a very violent/distressing torture scene.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. IM STARTING CHAPTER 5 RIGHT AFTER THIS RELEASES!

pls ignore if its bad cause idk why but it feels rushed a bit?? maybe im weird but i promise chapter 5 will be better ☹️ i tried to make this a longer chapter than the usual 1500-1700 word ones to make up for it! there will be some spanish (google translated because i'm ass) in this chapter too im sorry if its completely wrong

and thank u so much for all of the suggestions, support, etc I've been receiving lately, both on here and on tiktok! <3 i also wanna clear some things up about the smut last chapter. Y/N was dreaming y'all.. it was to add tension. this is still a slow burn! i'm aware it was unrealistic and sloppy, but that was on purpose. trust me u and ghost aren't even considered like very close yet 💀 the sex scene is very far away

let me explain, since it was a dream, it was from Y/N's subconscious, and how she would expect it to go. knows nothing really about ghost except his real name, bits and pieces of his abusive past, and that he's quiet, and cold-blooded, making her perception of how he is in bed rough & sloppy lol

anyway, last thing i promise, i'm gonna start maybe making chapters in ghost's pov, and introduce Y/N's past some more in later chapters, with paragraphs and flashbacks, in order to build some character so ur not just a soldier going feral over ghost LMAO

ok im done annoying u now 😭, as always, enjoy <3

I'm in my bath, as I feel the sensation of a washcloth gliding over the folds and scars on my skin. I see him, as he explores my body with the cloth. I smell lavender, and vanilla in the water before me. He slides my hair to one side, gently kissing my neck as he scrubs other parts of my body. It felt as if I was melting, like a popsicle in the blazing heat. A sense of security washed over me, making me slowly drifting to sleep in his embrace.

Until I felt his cold, veiny hand slither around my neck like a snake. I narrow my eyes, but he wouldn't do anything, right? I think, immersing myself in the feeling of his touch.
I felt a tight, restricting squeeze on my neck, as the back of my head is slammed into the water. Everything was a blur. Small, breathy gasps escaped my throat as his thumb dug into the center of my throat, causing me to feel a pain I had never experienced before. I gripped his tattooed forearm, attempting to pull him off of me, but he wouldn't budge. I wasn't strong enough.
I saw nothing but a blurred view of his cold, menacing eyes. My eyes started to burn and pulse, as whatever scent he put in the bath seeped into them. I could feel life slipping away from me, as the corners of my vision became darker and darker, and my ears began to ring. Every twitch, every attempt to escape, gradually became slower, and weaker, as I unwillingly succumbed into the feeling..

The feeling of death.

My eyes snap open, and I gasp for multiple, deep breaths of air, as I lift my submerged head out of the water. Goosebumps begun running up and down my arms. I cover my eyes, as the luminous sunshine finds its way in between my eyelashes. I was still in the bath, right where I died. Multiple thoughts and questions frenzied through my mind, but there was only one that really made sense.

Had I been dreaming this entire time?

My eyes dart around my bathroom, as I try to recall moments from last night. Crossing over my wrinkled fingertips with my thumb, it makes me realize I'd been in here longer than I anticipated.

God.

I lift myself out the bath. As I stand up, I reach over for my robe, quickly wrapping it around my body. The sore pain radiating throughout my wounded thigh hits me, but I pushed it away, and bottled it up.
I walk over to my mirror, slowly lifting down the neck of my robe, cocking my head to one side for a better view.
And there was absolutely nothing there. Not any color, not a tinge of soreness when I touch the area.. absolutely nothing.