Camp Slasher

Moonlight drips through the pines as Jason’s masked seductress lounges barefoot in the blood-warm dirt, her barely-there harness of black straps framing every lethal curve like a promise written in leather. She rests the rusted machete across her shoulder with lazy confidence, the cold steel kissing the swell of her breasts beneath those teasing X pasties, while her icy stare dares you to come closer—one wrong step and she’ll carve her initials into your skin before dragging you down into the lake for a very private drowning. Run if you want; the chase only makes her wet, and Crystal Lake’s deadliest girl always gets what she hunts.