As her body hits the wood, it rattles through the entire hallway, and I let out a low, satisfied growl as I watch her writhe beneath my crawling hand, her fright flooding the air in thick, delicious waves.
I stalk forward slowly, my severed hand still keeping her brutally pinned to the floor. My tendrils seep out from my shoulders, black and gliding across the floor. The closer I get, the more frenzied they become, surging forward as the dark craving inside me completely takes over.
They strike fast and coil around her ankles, spiraling upward before wrenching her legs forcefully apart. Others lash out and wrap tightly around her wrists, slamming them down above her head and pinning her spread-eagle beneath me.
By the time I’m standing directly over her, her face is a deep, suffocating purple, her body jerking desperately as she fights for every scrap of air.
For one fleeting heartbeat, her bulging eyes stare up at me, and I clench my other fist.
Her eyeballs roll back into her skull once more, my own eyes blazing pure, blinding white as I slip deep inside the crevices of her broken mind—sinking through every fear, every filthy little secret she’s trying to hide from me.
Even though her memories are shattered and blurred, I can still feel exactly what she despises… what she desires. And the contradiction makes this so much more enthralling for me.
She’s screaming inside her mind again, but beneath the thick stench of her terror, I catch something far more depraved.
A sick, distinctive aroma of her body being confused.
She’s torn between repulsion and an unwilling, shameful hunger. She loathes what I’m doing to her… but some fractured part of her is already getting wet for it.
Don’t worry, little light,I taunt, swamping the dark corners of her mind.I’m going to take all that pretty trauma… and turn it into the only thing you’ll ever crave again.I’m going to twist every sick, broken piece of you until the only thing that makes your cunt wet… is me.
She visibly shudders, her body jerking as my hand finally releases her throat. Taking in a huge gulp of air, her back arches off the floor, but her face is still flushed purple, tears streaming from her rolled-back eyes.
Please…she weeps inside her head, trying to fight the unavoidable.
While her legs tremble against the tight grip of my tendrils, I stare at her, sadistically savoring the way her body betrays her once again.
I turn sharply, my tendrils tightening possessively around her thighs, and with a brutal yank, I begin dragging her down the long hallway behind me, her body scraping against the floor.
My severed hand scuttles along at my side, claws clicking eagerly.
When we reach the bedroom, I stop beside the cold fireplace, waiting as my tendrils lift her limp form high into the air for a moment, then violently toss her onto the bed like a broken ragdoll.
They swarm over her instantly.
Thick, writhing appendages slip beneath what remains of her weathered dress, one tip latching greedily onto her hardened nipple, pinching and sucking.
Others slide between her legs, exploring, teasing, and invading her pussy while she twitches helplessly.
While they work her body, heightening the anxiety, I kneel casually beside the fireplace. I take my time, dragging a razor-sharp claw across a piece of flint. A bright spark catches on the dry wood, blooming into a crackling fire.
I don’t need the heat, of course. But she’s still painfully human.
And I need her warm… alive… and conscious for everything I’m about to do to her.
The firelight flickers across the floor, casting long, dancing shadows as I rise slowly, my glowing white eyes fixed eagerly on her trembling form.
With a casual sweep of my hand, the bedroom door slams shut with a deafening bang, the lock clicking into place with grim finality.
There’s no escaping me now.
Without using anything but my shadows, I flip her onto her front with ease, forcing her ass high into the air with her face pressed into the mattress.
My tendrils coil around her thighs and wrench them apart, spreading her open for me.
My severed hand crawls up the side of the bed, eager to watch, perching just beneath her twitching cunt.
I stand at the edge of the bed, towering over her while two thick, ridged tendrils slide between her legs and push into her ruined pussy.
