Post by lostandtorn616 on Apr 9, 2007 19:11:01 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I no own; you no sue. But I can take comfort in the fact that you don’t own it either! I only own me, myself and I.
All of the info regarding me (except for the having past selves’ bit) in Part 1 was true, no strings attached, no lies whatsoever. Oh, and here’s some fun, yet fictional, things for you (some you would probably like Crazy-chan) lovely ladies that I looked up in relation to Incubus’.
Incubi and succubi, which are female versions of the incubus, are believed in many phantasmagoric folklore to be not different genders, but rather they are, in fact, the same being; simply put, it means they are the same demon, but possess the ability to change their sex, and that a succubus would sleep with a man, collect their sperm, then use it on a woman whilst in the form of an incubus; still, many myths claim the opposite, that incubi and succubi are demons of separate gender.
Other myths state that the incubus is bisexual, while some proclaim that it is heterosexual and if the incubus were to mate with a man, it would cause it to melt to death; in many tales this is the only way to kill the otherwise immortal demon. In other folklore, incubuses are said to possess exceptional intelligence – sometimes greater, or as great, as any ingenious human, whether that person be man or woman – albeit with certain blind spots.
They loathe humanity for removing them from the top of the food chain, and their characteristic traits give rise to traditional demonic myths – an enemy among us, intelligent, cunning, resourceful, and hostile – and in constant want for human virgins.
Not only this, but they also seem to be involved with the Medieval preoccupation with sin, especially sexual sins of women. Victims may have experienced waking dreams, or sleep paralysis. Also, nocturnal arousal, orgasm, or nocturnal emission could also be explained by the idea, or fascination, of incubuses causing an otherwise guilt-producing and self-conscious behavior.
Myths also state that the incubus drains energy from the woman it performs sexual intercourse upon in order to sustain itself. In most cases, it either kills the victim or leaves the victim in a very weak, fatigued, or fragile condition.
Anywho, time to begin where I left off, yes? (Cackles insanely)
Future Warnings: Oral sex (male and female), anal sex, Non-Con intercourse, and some violence on Bakura’s part... and someone else’s too.
I had the briefest of warnings: her eyes shone with a faint glimmer of enlightenment, telling me that she was now awake, but I sensed her awakening moments before she had fully roused from her slumber.
It was more than enough time.
Her eyes slowly widened as a light, rosy hue attained to her cheeks, while it dawned on her that the touching and groping wasn’t a dream; with inhumanly agile reflexes, my hand withdrew from her underwear and shot over her mouth before she could scream, while the other left her shirt and pinned her wrists onto the mattress after she attempted to strike me with her flailing hands.
“Don’t you dare say one word, girl. Not a single word or you will suffer many unfathomable things, understand?” I hissed warningly, narrowing my reddish-brown eyes threateningly; her already widened sights enlarged, and I knew that deep down – subconsciously – she knew I was serious.
Who is he? Why is he here? How did he manage to get in? What does he want? What does he want with me?
I smirked hearing her panic-stricken thoughts echo insanely within my mind, inching my intense glare closer to her, revealing abrupt canines to her stiffened sights as I did so. The fear I had without a doubt impregnated within the very core of her being, of her heart, was displayed to me in painstaking ways; her chest rose and fell with each quickened, harsh breath that flew past her lips in one hurried motion after another, warming the palm of my hand; her eyes sleeking over in a nervous tension and dither, brows arching in terror while a sheen of distressed sweat started to break out on her forehead, beads of lukewarm perspire dribbling down her cheeks flushing a dark red in her embarrassment.
Sneering, I drew in closer to her, listening while her breathing heightened, sounding very raspy and uneasy, watching as her features convulsed in sheer mortal dismay, my sneer pulling apart wider and bearing a heinous grin seeing the flustered color shading her once pale complexion deepened; it was painfully obvious to me that she was uncomfortable with me being situated so close to her, my masculinity dominating her femininity; I knew she never had a man nestled this close to her, had never felt the heat of a male pressed against her.
“Don’t worry, Love. I won’t bite you too hard at first; unless you really want me to. If you choose to defy me, however... well, I’ll let you figure that out for yourself.”
Her reaction wasn’t as I expected of her. Her legs sharply lifted up, kicking away mercilessly at my stomach and groin – striking, assaulting, parts of me that would leave any man incapacitated for a few moments.
Of course, being a man, I was no exception; my breath became hitched in my throat; my abdomen and lower regions twitched with soft pangs of agony, and I drew in one battered breath after another; a low growl of irritation came at the back of my throat as I maneuvered my legs so to pin hers beneath mine, preventing her from moving say for the few precious inches she was permitted to have, and pressed my face between the valley of her breasts.
“That wasn’t very ladylike of you, little one.” I whispered dangerously, nearly choking on a horrendous, miffed snarl, my breath dying in my throat and splaying across her skin, but Sharon wasn’t finished with her vain attempts to put some distance between us; I hissed through clenched teeth when her sharp canines clamped down on my hand, feeling my face redden in my animosity, my discontent, and wrenched my hand away from her mouth.
A vision entered my mind: my lifeblood trickling down the corners of her pale lips.
She let out a shrill cry for help, and I mentally cursed; I should have known Sharon wouldn’t submit to threats so easily; she would call for help if given the opportunity to do so, would prefer having someone other than me as ‘company’.
She was more... treacherous, more like the rest of the tainted women who plagued this blasphemous Earth, more human, and rightfully so; humans were quick to break their word, quick to break the bonds of friendship and love if their partner acted suspiciously enough so for them to suspect they were no longer faithful to their soul mate; their humane greed was satisfied only if something was valuable and within their grasp, a broken promise offered in exchange for a worthless reward dripping with selfishness.
Sharon was human, and possessed certain... faults, she wasn’t as pure or innocent as her more guiltless counterpart, but it wasn’t that she was an all-around despicable mortal; her two-sided personality just wasn’t as unblemished as Hers was.
“Chelsea! Ryou! Melissa! Malik! Maria! Marik! Help me!”
You dare call to them for assistance? They don’t care for you, Love...
My brows creased down, pinching the bridge of my nose as a feral, demented snarl rose in the bowels of my throat; demonic, inhuman, truly psychotic screams wishing to be released, to splay across her alarmed, unrelaxed features; I held those maddening roars of perturbation back, but barely, settling for looking down at her, a somber frown and narrowed slits bearing deep into her widened sights, now watering heavily.
I watched with a gaze mingled with disgust and displeasure as she continued to wail and cry for her friends’ help, her voice sounding terrible when it cracked in sparing places, her hips thrusting up and occasionally pressed up against my strong torso while she attempted to force the weight of my body off her own, but she wasn’t succeeding in the least with either of the fruitless efforts.
Eventually, a sickening feeling took hold in the pit of my stomach, sensations of nausea soon followed and nearly overwhelmed the insides of my throat, a startlingly realization dawned on me that I didn’t dare think: if Sharon wasn’t willing to participate in what I had planned for her, then surely She wouldn’t wish to partake in sexual ardor, and my efforts would be in vain, my hopes dashed.
I would never allow for such a dismal event to pass. Never.
Although I didn’t wish to bring harm upon Her, it was because of Sharon’s impudence that I was forced to impose physical, and perhaps even emotional, damage on her, but I wouldn’t allow this child crying, pleading, screaming and writhing beneath me to interfere with this experience; modern-day women were very susceptible to pain, as I had learned from past encounters.
I listened as the girl continued to shriek with a raving madness; I mentally sighed, feeling the onslaught of a migraine pounding away against the folds of my brain; to my memory, I had never met such an infuriating woman, and the more she recurred with her pathetic whining, the more frustrated I grew.
Clearly she needed some convincing.
Rather than attempt to silence her again, I decided to gamble on a different approach. Easing my face away from her chest, I glared sternly down at her, almost scolding her, unconsciously flexing my hands into claws; sparing no time to second guess my subconscious decision, I gave no warning, clamping my palms fully round her breasts, feeling a faint grin etching into my face as I curled my fingers, fisting and molding them to a perfected proportion within my grasp as I tore at her chest harshly.
As I expected, in a matter of a split moment of time, a stupendous combination of whimpers, choked pleas, and blood-curdling shrieks were ripped from the bowels of her throat; in the blink of an eye, her hands flew up and latched onto my wrists, pulling franticly whilst her nails lightly punctured my skin, gritting her teeth and hissing through them, her eyes squinting in pain as tears began to gather.
In response to this, I grinned with all my teeth bared, delving my own talons within her skin, barely restraining myself from groaning aloud in malignant pleasure, listening as those delightful noises of torment were the only sounds she made and then, as the torture heightened, so did her hysteria; with her nails still impinging my wrists, she began tightening her hold, a feral snarl came at the back of my throat and splayed across her terrified, panic-and-pain-stricken expression.
Then, she started to call for her friends’ assistance again once my frustration had begun to rise, directed mainly towards her stubborn nature, watching her as she bellowed like a lost child wanting its mother, listening as her cries – ridden with delightful agony – grew louder the harder I gripped her sore bosom.
“Chiru! Ryou! Lolly! Malik! Mia! Marik! Help me! Help me, please!”
Growling, I pulled taut at her breasts again, increasing the exasperating embrace by ten-fold, pinching every part in reach of my fingers, tugging and forcibly squeezing them so hard I knew the fear that the insides of her torso would soon impregnate itself fully into her heart, bristling with the intensity of a thousand fires before finally imploding from the inside-out.
Just when she thought the agony couldn’t worsen, I relinquished the bone-breaking possession my hands withheld, much to my dismay, and with a quickness no mortal could match, curled my right hand into a fist and crushed it completely into her gut; I paused before grappling her womanhood in my free hand, despite the flimsy layers of clothing protecting it were creating friction for every time those sensual folds rubbed up against her garments, applying immeasurable pressure to her most sensitive area the moment my fingers had grazed the treasure between her thighs.
Sharon’s body ceased all of its erratic movement instantly, eyes glazing over as she let loose the softest of whimpers as the bony joints of my knuckles sunk into her pale complexion and the pads of my fingers committed the same ritual with her dainty maidenhood, smirking in a morbid, sickening satisfaction as she finally released an agonizing cry as the pain focused on her abdomen and her aching cervix, leaving behind a terrible sensation of nausea in her thin belly that silently crept downward.
She let out another pitiful whine as she doubled over once the oxygen her body craved was suddenly forced out from her lungs and temporarily cut off, turning on her side while pressing the pale digits belonging to her right hand into her gut to try and lessen the pain, provide herself with some much needed self-comfort as she did the same with her wounded vulva and returning to the fetal position, subconsciously laying her ice-cold palms onto my wrists.
Parts of her being that had once pulsated with sexual mirth were now convulsing in the deepest throes of misery and, of course, aggravating distress; her body was now quaking insanely, shuddering as though she were being shaken, trying to breathe, but failing with each hitched intake of air that died in her throat; I couldn’t help but grin in narcissistic triumph, licking my canines feeling violent, biting shudders mentally wrecked my body witnessing the gloomy anguish written across her features as it deepened.
Still grinning, I grappled a hold of her waist and snapped her miniature body back to its original placement, ignoring the startled cry that flew past her mouth after my icy touch caressed her exposed skin, and then straddling her once more, taking her hands and pinning them back onto the mattress with the simplest of ease.
“I told you not to speak, girl. Don’t make me tell you again; you won’t like it if I do.” I hissed acidly, directing my glare towards her injured stomach and lower, staring at her injured clit, then narrowing my eyes for emphasis, silently warning her I would do far worse if I had to; we shared a moment of silence, smirking to myself hearing her panic-stricken thoughts echoing inside my mind again, all the while leaving her to wonder in a mental hysteria why her friends weren’t coming to her aid.
Why aren’t they here; I called out to them earlier, didn’t I? Why aren’t they coming?!
“You were a fool to call out to them.” I voiced to her, my words apathetic and my face expressionless, the hand not grasping anything slowly traveling down her body, absentmindedly rubbing her sprained middle once it was within reach; I stared back as she carefully raised her head, confusion etched into her visage, then blinking with that very light of emotion glimmering in her eyes, a somber frown tugging at the corner of her lips.
“They won’t come for you; I’ve seen to that.”
I paused, permitting her to have a moment to allow the seriousness of the situation to fully sink in, for the meaning behind my words to work their magic with her thought patterns, an unsettling smirk breaking out on my face hearing a soft melancholic sob flutter past her lips as the horrifying truth burrowed itself deep inside her mind, creating a newfound hysteria; truly, I had never bore witness to an escalated level of torment, of sheer, atrocious pain on a woman’s face, looking on in silent exhilaration as those unshed tears dribbled down her pale cheeks, her bottom lip quivering as her eyes shone with a deep, cheerless gleam.
He doesn’t seem like the merciful type; I should know. But... but what did he mean when he said ‘they won’t come for you’? Did he do something to them? Did he hurt them? Or... or worse... did he kill– No, I won’t think that; he’s lying! He must be!
Her tears flowed quicker, the crystalline rivers growing thicker with every passing second, and I grinned savagely; my untruth had worked perfectly; without a doubt it was dealing more than sufficient damage to her frail mind and, giving a soft, dark purr, I nuzzled her clavicle malevolently, smiling sickly on her skin, implanting many dismal scenarios in her frenzied mind.
“It’s just you and me now, little one.” I muttered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe, gaining a few whimpers.
A foreboding shadow stalks its victims relentlessly, a never-ending hunger for their blood...
No... no, he... he can’t have...
Bringer of Darkness, he who bestows dismal fortune to all he meets, comforting them with the promise of release from the Light of Life, for no death will be swift and painless; giving them pain is all he knows, taking Life is all he knows.
They... they can’t be...
Sinister intentions flash in his lively gaze, a lit with demonic madness; a flash of white makes its presence known to the Darkness when he smirks, displaying abrupt canines; tightening digits restore the Breath of Existence to souls he deems useless, a lone hand wielding a dangerous blade cuts through the Blackness.
No... no... NO!
Sheets are bathed in glistening Crimson, soaking their hair and bodies... a lone hand dangling lifelessly off the bedside, fingers dripping, oozing, in the cold redness... “They say beauty is wasted on the young,” he whispers, accepting that his lust for blood has been sated.
Oh God... What if they’re dead...?
The truth was her friends were unharmed, sound asleep in their respected beds after the day’s excitement had exhausted them all, blissfully unaware of the happenings inside Sharon’s room; the reason being was that their minds currently were impercipient, clouded in a heavy fog of serenity, making certain their subconscious were kept under lock and key, keeping them assured of their friend’s well-being.
They were humans, and mortals could be deceived easily with the proper arrangements; it was only because of my influence, however, that prevented them from interfering with my intentions, and so I needn’t fret when it concerned them.
But Sharon didn’t need to know that.
“Now then... however shall I repay you for your disobedience? Hmm... I think you are in need of another dosage of pain; what do you think, Love?” I inquired in a mocking tone, steadying myself and flexing my fingers, still maintaining a merciless hold on her inane midriff, pressing the pads of my digits a bit more inward; just as before, mental tremors pierced my body, and I grinned.
Now the real fun can begin...
All of the info regarding me (except for the having past selves’ bit) in Part 1 was true, no strings attached, no lies whatsoever. Oh, and here’s some fun, yet fictional, things for you (some you would probably like Crazy-chan) lovely ladies that I looked up in relation to Incubus’.
Incubi and succubi, which are female versions of the incubus, are believed in many phantasmagoric folklore to be not different genders, but rather they are, in fact, the same being; simply put, it means they are the same demon, but possess the ability to change their sex, and that a succubus would sleep with a man, collect their sperm, then use it on a woman whilst in the form of an incubus; still, many myths claim the opposite, that incubi and succubi are demons of separate gender.
Other myths state that the incubus is bisexual, while some proclaim that it is heterosexual and if the incubus were to mate with a man, it would cause it to melt to death; in many tales this is the only way to kill the otherwise immortal demon. In other folklore, incubuses are said to possess exceptional intelligence – sometimes greater, or as great, as any ingenious human, whether that person be man or woman – albeit with certain blind spots.
They loathe humanity for removing them from the top of the food chain, and their characteristic traits give rise to traditional demonic myths – an enemy among us, intelligent, cunning, resourceful, and hostile – and in constant want for human virgins.
Not only this, but they also seem to be involved with the Medieval preoccupation with sin, especially sexual sins of women. Victims may have experienced waking dreams, or sleep paralysis. Also, nocturnal arousal, orgasm, or nocturnal emission could also be explained by the idea, or fascination, of incubuses causing an otherwise guilt-producing and self-conscious behavior.
Myths also state that the incubus drains energy from the woman it performs sexual intercourse upon in order to sustain itself. In most cases, it either kills the victim or leaves the victim in a very weak, fatigued, or fragile condition.
Anywho, time to begin where I left off, yes? (Cackles insanely)
Future Warnings: Oral sex (male and female), anal sex, Non-Con intercourse, and some violence on Bakura’s part... and someone else’s too.
X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X
I had the briefest of warnings: her eyes shone with a faint glimmer of enlightenment, telling me that she was now awake, but I sensed her awakening moments before she had fully roused from her slumber.
It was more than enough time.
Her eyes slowly widened as a light, rosy hue attained to her cheeks, while it dawned on her that the touching and groping wasn’t a dream; with inhumanly agile reflexes, my hand withdrew from her underwear and shot over her mouth before she could scream, while the other left her shirt and pinned her wrists onto the mattress after she attempted to strike me with her flailing hands.
“Don’t you dare say one word, girl. Not a single word or you will suffer many unfathomable things, understand?” I hissed warningly, narrowing my reddish-brown eyes threateningly; her already widened sights enlarged, and I knew that deep down – subconsciously – she knew I was serious.
Who is he? Why is he here? How did he manage to get in? What does he want? What does he want with me?
I smirked hearing her panic-stricken thoughts echo insanely within my mind, inching my intense glare closer to her, revealing abrupt canines to her stiffened sights as I did so. The fear I had without a doubt impregnated within the very core of her being, of her heart, was displayed to me in painstaking ways; her chest rose and fell with each quickened, harsh breath that flew past her lips in one hurried motion after another, warming the palm of my hand; her eyes sleeking over in a nervous tension and dither, brows arching in terror while a sheen of distressed sweat started to break out on her forehead, beads of lukewarm perspire dribbling down her cheeks flushing a dark red in her embarrassment.
Sneering, I drew in closer to her, listening while her breathing heightened, sounding very raspy and uneasy, watching as her features convulsed in sheer mortal dismay, my sneer pulling apart wider and bearing a heinous grin seeing the flustered color shading her once pale complexion deepened; it was painfully obvious to me that she was uncomfortable with me being situated so close to her, my masculinity dominating her femininity; I knew she never had a man nestled this close to her, had never felt the heat of a male pressed against her.
“Don’t worry, Love. I won’t bite you too hard at first; unless you really want me to. If you choose to defy me, however... well, I’ll let you figure that out for yourself.”
Her reaction wasn’t as I expected of her. Her legs sharply lifted up, kicking away mercilessly at my stomach and groin – striking, assaulting, parts of me that would leave any man incapacitated for a few moments.
Of course, being a man, I was no exception; my breath became hitched in my throat; my abdomen and lower regions twitched with soft pangs of agony, and I drew in one battered breath after another; a low growl of irritation came at the back of my throat as I maneuvered my legs so to pin hers beneath mine, preventing her from moving say for the few precious inches she was permitted to have, and pressed my face between the valley of her breasts.
“That wasn’t very ladylike of you, little one.” I whispered dangerously, nearly choking on a horrendous, miffed snarl, my breath dying in my throat and splaying across her skin, but Sharon wasn’t finished with her vain attempts to put some distance between us; I hissed through clenched teeth when her sharp canines clamped down on my hand, feeling my face redden in my animosity, my discontent, and wrenched my hand away from her mouth.
A vision entered my mind: my lifeblood trickling down the corners of her pale lips.
She let out a shrill cry for help, and I mentally cursed; I should have known Sharon wouldn’t submit to threats so easily; she would call for help if given the opportunity to do so, would prefer having someone other than me as ‘company’.
She was more... treacherous, more like the rest of the tainted women who plagued this blasphemous Earth, more human, and rightfully so; humans were quick to break their word, quick to break the bonds of friendship and love if their partner acted suspiciously enough so for them to suspect they were no longer faithful to their soul mate; their humane greed was satisfied only if something was valuable and within their grasp, a broken promise offered in exchange for a worthless reward dripping with selfishness.
Sharon was human, and possessed certain... faults, she wasn’t as pure or innocent as her more guiltless counterpart, but it wasn’t that she was an all-around despicable mortal; her two-sided personality just wasn’t as unblemished as Hers was.
“Chelsea! Ryou! Melissa! Malik! Maria! Marik! Help me!”
You dare call to them for assistance? They don’t care for you, Love...
My brows creased down, pinching the bridge of my nose as a feral, demented snarl rose in the bowels of my throat; demonic, inhuman, truly psychotic screams wishing to be released, to splay across her alarmed, unrelaxed features; I held those maddening roars of perturbation back, but barely, settling for looking down at her, a somber frown and narrowed slits bearing deep into her widened sights, now watering heavily.
I watched with a gaze mingled with disgust and displeasure as she continued to wail and cry for her friends’ help, her voice sounding terrible when it cracked in sparing places, her hips thrusting up and occasionally pressed up against my strong torso while she attempted to force the weight of my body off her own, but she wasn’t succeeding in the least with either of the fruitless efforts.
Eventually, a sickening feeling took hold in the pit of my stomach, sensations of nausea soon followed and nearly overwhelmed the insides of my throat, a startlingly realization dawned on me that I didn’t dare think: if Sharon wasn’t willing to participate in what I had planned for her, then surely She wouldn’t wish to partake in sexual ardor, and my efforts would be in vain, my hopes dashed.
I would never allow for such a dismal event to pass. Never.
Although I didn’t wish to bring harm upon Her, it was because of Sharon’s impudence that I was forced to impose physical, and perhaps even emotional, damage on her, but I wouldn’t allow this child crying, pleading, screaming and writhing beneath me to interfere with this experience; modern-day women were very susceptible to pain, as I had learned from past encounters.
I listened as the girl continued to shriek with a raving madness; I mentally sighed, feeling the onslaught of a migraine pounding away against the folds of my brain; to my memory, I had never met such an infuriating woman, and the more she recurred with her pathetic whining, the more frustrated I grew.
Clearly she needed some convincing.
Rather than attempt to silence her again, I decided to gamble on a different approach. Easing my face away from her chest, I glared sternly down at her, almost scolding her, unconsciously flexing my hands into claws; sparing no time to second guess my subconscious decision, I gave no warning, clamping my palms fully round her breasts, feeling a faint grin etching into my face as I curled my fingers, fisting and molding them to a perfected proportion within my grasp as I tore at her chest harshly.
As I expected, in a matter of a split moment of time, a stupendous combination of whimpers, choked pleas, and blood-curdling shrieks were ripped from the bowels of her throat; in the blink of an eye, her hands flew up and latched onto my wrists, pulling franticly whilst her nails lightly punctured my skin, gritting her teeth and hissing through them, her eyes squinting in pain as tears began to gather.
In response to this, I grinned with all my teeth bared, delving my own talons within her skin, barely restraining myself from groaning aloud in malignant pleasure, listening as those delightful noises of torment were the only sounds she made and then, as the torture heightened, so did her hysteria; with her nails still impinging my wrists, she began tightening her hold, a feral snarl came at the back of my throat and splayed across her terrified, panic-and-pain-stricken expression.
Then, she started to call for her friends’ assistance again once my frustration had begun to rise, directed mainly towards her stubborn nature, watching her as she bellowed like a lost child wanting its mother, listening as her cries – ridden with delightful agony – grew louder the harder I gripped her sore bosom.
“Chiru! Ryou! Lolly! Malik! Mia! Marik! Help me! Help me, please!”
Growling, I pulled taut at her breasts again, increasing the exasperating embrace by ten-fold, pinching every part in reach of my fingers, tugging and forcibly squeezing them so hard I knew the fear that the insides of her torso would soon impregnate itself fully into her heart, bristling with the intensity of a thousand fires before finally imploding from the inside-out.
Just when she thought the agony couldn’t worsen, I relinquished the bone-breaking possession my hands withheld, much to my dismay, and with a quickness no mortal could match, curled my right hand into a fist and crushed it completely into her gut; I paused before grappling her womanhood in my free hand, despite the flimsy layers of clothing protecting it were creating friction for every time those sensual folds rubbed up against her garments, applying immeasurable pressure to her most sensitive area the moment my fingers had grazed the treasure between her thighs.
Sharon’s body ceased all of its erratic movement instantly, eyes glazing over as she let loose the softest of whimpers as the bony joints of my knuckles sunk into her pale complexion and the pads of my fingers committed the same ritual with her dainty maidenhood, smirking in a morbid, sickening satisfaction as she finally released an agonizing cry as the pain focused on her abdomen and her aching cervix, leaving behind a terrible sensation of nausea in her thin belly that silently crept downward.
She let out another pitiful whine as she doubled over once the oxygen her body craved was suddenly forced out from her lungs and temporarily cut off, turning on her side while pressing the pale digits belonging to her right hand into her gut to try and lessen the pain, provide herself with some much needed self-comfort as she did the same with her wounded vulva and returning to the fetal position, subconsciously laying her ice-cold palms onto my wrists.
Parts of her being that had once pulsated with sexual mirth were now convulsing in the deepest throes of misery and, of course, aggravating distress; her body was now quaking insanely, shuddering as though she were being shaken, trying to breathe, but failing with each hitched intake of air that died in her throat; I couldn’t help but grin in narcissistic triumph, licking my canines feeling violent, biting shudders mentally wrecked my body witnessing the gloomy anguish written across her features as it deepened.
Still grinning, I grappled a hold of her waist and snapped her miniature body back to its original placement, ignoring the startled cry that flew past her mouth after my icy touch caressed her exposed skin, and then straddling her once more, taking her hands and pinning them back onto the mattress with the simplest of ease.
“I told you not to speak, girl. Don’t make me tell you again; you won’t like it if I do.” I hissed acidly, directing my glare towards her injured stomach and lower, staring at her injured clit, then narrowing my eyes for emphasis, silently warning her I would do far worse if I had to; we shared a moment of silence, smirking to myself hearing her panic-stricken thoughts echoing inside my mind again, all the while leaving her to wonder in a mental hysteria why her friends weren’t coming to her aid.
Why aren’t they here; I called out to them earlier, didn’t I? Why aren’t they coming?!
“You were a fool to call out to them.” I voiced to her, my words apathetic and my face expressionless, the hand not grasping anything slowly traveling down her body, absentmindedly rubbing her sprained middle once it was within reach; I stared back as she carefully raised her head, confusion etched into her visage, then blinking with that very light of emotion glimmering in her eyes, a somber frown tugging at the corner of her lips.
“They won’t come for you; I’ve seen to that.”
I paused, permitting her to have a moment to allow the seriousness of the situation to fully sink in, for the meaning behind my words to work their magic with her thought patterns, an unsettling smirk breaking out on my face hearing a soft melancholic sob flutter past her lips as the horrifying truth burrowed itself deep inside her mind, creating a newfound hysteria; truly, I had never bore witness to an escalated level of torment, of sheer, atrocious pain on a woman’s face, looking on in silent exhilaration as those unshed tears dribbled down her pale cheeks, her bottom lip quivering as her eyes shone with a deep, cheerless gleam.
He doesn’t seem like the merciful type; I should know. But... but what did he mean when he said ‘they won’t come for you’? Did he do something to them? Did he hurt them? Or... or worse... did he kill– No, I won’t think that; he’s lying! He must be!
Her tears flowed quicker, the crystalline rivers growing thicker with every passing second, and I grinned savagely; my untruth had worked perfectly; without a doubt it was dealing more than sufficient damage to her frail mind and, giving a soft, dark purr, I nuzzled her clavicle malevolently, smiling sickly on her skin, implanting many dismal scenarios in her frenzied mind.
“It’s just you and me now, little one.” I muttered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe, gaining a few whimpers.
A foreboding shadow stalks its victims relentlessly, a never-ending hunger for their blood...
No... no, he... he can’t have...
Bringer of Darkness, he who bestows dismal fortune to all he meets, comforting them with the promise of release from the Light of Life, for no death will be swift and painless; giving them pain is all he knows, taking Life is all he knows.
They... they can’t be...
Sinister intentions flash in his lively gaze, a lit with demonic madness; a flash of white makes its presence known to the Darkness when he smirks, displaying abrupt canines; tightening digits restore the Breath of Existence to souls he deems useless, a lone hand wielding a dangerous blade cuts through the Blackness.
No... no... NO!
Sheets are bathed in glistening Crimson, soaking their hair and bodies... a lone hand dangling lifelessly off the bedside, fingers dripping, oozing, in the cold redness... “They say beauty is wasted on the young,” he whispers, accepting that his lust for blood has been sated.
Oh God... What if they’re dead...?
The truth was her friends were unharmed, sound asleep in their respected beds after the day’s excitement had exhausted them all, blissfully unaware of the happenings inside Sharon’s room; the reason being was that their minds currently were impercipient, clouded in a heavy fog of serenity, making certain their subconscious were kept under lock and key, keeping them assured of their friend’s well-being.
They were humans, and mortals could be deceived easily with the proper arrangements; it was only because of my influence, however, that prevented them from interfering with my intentions, and so I needn’t fret when it concerned them.
But Sharon didn’t need to know that.
“Now then... however shall I repay you for your disobedience? Hmm... I think you are in need of another dosage of pain; what do you think, Love?” I inquired in a mocking tone, steadying myself and flexing my fingers, still maintaining a merciless hold on her inane midriff, pressing the pads of my digits a bit more inward; just as before, mental tremors pierced my body, and I grinned.
Now the real fun can begin...