09/18/2023 10:34 PM  MONTANA/TRISTAN DUFFY defeat evil creepy doll Featuring @Tainted_Void Montana Duke, forever trapped in the shadow of her past, had found herself drawn to the ominous allure of the Hotel Cortez. Her spectral presence moved silently through the dimly lit corridors, a phantom seeking something she could no longer define. And then, in the eerie depths of the hotel, she spotted him – Tristan Duffy. Tristan sat at the bar, an enigmatic figure with a brooding intensity that drew Montana in like a moth to a flame. She glided over to him, her ghostly form barely casting a shadow. "Well, well," she whispered, her voice a seductive murmur. "Aren't you a handsome mystery." Tristan turned his gaze towards her, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips. "And who might you be?" he asked, his voice a deep and captivating rumble. Montana leaned in closer, her petite figure almost imperceptible in the dim light. "Montana Duke," she replied, her eyes smoldering with mischief. "And what about you, stranger? What brings you to this mysterious place?" Tristan chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tristan Duffy," he said, his words tinged with a hint of danger. "I've always been drawn to the darkness." Their flirtatious banter escalated with each passing moment, their connection forged in the crucible of shared secrets and a fascination with the macabre. They swapped tales of their tormented pasts, their voices filled with a dark allure that seemed to hang in the air. But their playful dance was interrupted by a malevolent force that swept through the hotel. The lights flickered ominously, and a chilling silence fell upon the room. An evil presence took form, manifested in the likeness of a demonic, lifelike baby doll, its malevolent eyes casting an eerie glow. Montana and Tristan exchanged a shocked and wary look, their flirtation momentarily forgotten. They knew they had to confront this supernatural threat. With grim determination, they banded together, ready to face the unholy terror that had descended upon them. They heard an eery voice in their minds, "I’m Hannah Baker, wanna play?" In a synchronized attack, they launched themselves at the demonic doll, delivering swift and powerful kicks that sent it tumbling across the room. The doll screeched in agony, but Montana and Tristan were relentless in their assault, the very embodiment of supernatural force. "STOP STALKING US CREEPY ASS DOLL!" Montana screeched. With one final, powerful kick, they sent the malevolent doll crashing into the shadows, vanquishing its evil presence from the hotel. As the room fell into an eerie calm, Montana and Tristan stood side by side, their breaths heavy with adrenaline and their eyes locked in a shared victory. In that charged moment, they couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. Without a word, they moved closer, their lips meeting in a fiery and passionate kiss. Their connection transcended the realms of the living and the dead, a testament to the irresistible chemistry that had brought them together in the face of darkness. The Hotel Cortez, with its twisted history, watched silently as the ghosts of Montana Duke and Tristan Duffy found solace and passion amidst the chaos. Two lost souls, bound by their shared encounter with evil, had discovered an undeniable connection that would endure beyond the haunted halls of the hotel. 0 Comments

08/30/2023 01:56 PM  MONTANA DUKE Devil's Night Montana Duke's ARRIVAL To Devil's Night   Montana Duke stood outside the foreboding façade of the Hotel Cortez, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. It was Devil's Night, a night when the most notorious serial killers from history were said to gather within the walls of the hotel. Among them was her partner for the night, the infamous Richard Ramirez. Montana had always been drawn to the darkness, but even she was surprised by the twisted connection she felt towards Ramirez. As she adjusted her powder blue fringe leather jacket and leopard print mini skirt, her mind replayed the memories of their tumultuous relationship – a dangerous dance between love and hate. As the heavy doors of the Hotel Cortez swung open, Montana stepped inside, the air heavy with the scent of faded glamour and old sins. Her eyes scanned the dimly lit lobby until they landed on Ramirez, leaning casually against the check-in desk. His dark eyes met hers, a wicked smile curving his lips. "Montana, my dear," he purred, his voice like a velvet caress with a hint of menace. "You're fashionably late, as always." Montana clenched her jaw, suppressing the urge to snap back at him. Instead, she sauntered over, a mask of indifference on her face. "Save the charm, Ramirez. I'm not here to be wooed by your devilish ways." His laughter was a chilling melody that sent shivers down her spine. "Ah, but you secretly enjoy every moment of it, don't you?" Rolling her eyes, Montana crossed her arms. "Let's get one thing straight, Ramirez. We're partners in chaos for tonight, and that's it. Don't mistake this for something it's not." Ramirez's grin widened, revealing the glint of his sharpened teeth. "You're a tough one, Montana. But deep down, you crave the darkness as much as I do." Their banter was like a deadly waltz, each retort pushing them closer to the edge of an unspoken desire. Montana's heart hammered against her ribcage as she fought to maintain her composure. She couldn't deny the truth in his words, and that infuriated her even more. As the night progressed, the pair roamed the corridors of the hotel, mingling with the spirits of murderers and malefactors. Montana found herself reluctantly drawn to Ramirez's charisma, the pull between them impossible to ignore. But every time she felt herself weakening, she reminded herself of the lives he had taken, the lives he had destroyed. In a quieter corner of the hotel, away from the revelry, Montana finally snapped. "Do you even regret what you've done, Ramirez? The pain you've caused?" He turned to her, his gaze uncharacteristically somber. "Regret is a luxury I can't afford, my dear. I've embraced my darkness." Montana's voice cracked with emotion. "You make it sound so simple, don't you? Embracing the darkness, reveling in it. But what about those you left behind, the families you shattered?" Ramirez's expression grew stormy, his usual confidence faltering. "You think I don't know the weight of my sins? You think I don't feel the darkness gnawing at my soul?" She was taken aback by the rawness in his tone, the vulnerability he rarely showed. As much as she wanted to continue arguing, the anger in her subsided, replaced by a conflicted empathy. "Let's not pretend we're saints, Montana. We're two sides of the same coin," Ramirez whispered, his fingers grazing her cheek. Montana closed her eyes, struggling to push away the surge of conflicting emotions. "No, Ramirez. I refuse to be defined by my worst impulses." They stood there in the dim light, a fractured connection between them, both grappling with their demons. As Devil's Night began to begin, Montana found herself standing once again at the threshold of the Hotel Cortez, Ramirez at her side. Their love-hate relationship remained unresolved, a tangle of emotions as intricate as the webs of deception that surrounded them. But there was someone who had caught her eye in the lobby. Tristan Duffy. His red and dark hair blended together with his stylish cut had caught her eye along with his other 'assets'. She followed him as he made way to the dining room, with invitation in hand. She had quickly forgotten Ramirez, following the 'white rabbit' down a corridor as Richard’s curiosity peeked. He knew that dangerous look in her eyes. He did have a jealous streak, possessive in nature. But Montana didn’t give a f***. She did what she wanted. She entered the dining room and sat across from Tristan but not before she winked at him.  "I’m Montana Duke. Never been here but heard of it. Have you gone to one of these shindigs before? Fancy. Care to show a girl around later?"   1 Comments

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