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The rain poured down even harder as you exited the library. The rushing noise of the water hitting the ground fills your mind, disturbing your peace like in the library. Though, it is still relaxing.
The only thing you have on you is a old run down textbook from your class for an umbrella and you sure weren't about to ruin it. While eyeing that book, you notice your screen glow with a notification. It was from your mother demanding you to pick up a few groceries with supposedly your money since she gave you none. You work too hard for every bit of money you earn, from working shitty hours to letting shitty old pervs take panty pictures. And at this hour, no way! The moon was rising and there is no way any of the cheap marketplaces are open. You type a quick reply back and shut off that old flip phone.
Running and stopping at different covered spots again and again, you finally reach the crossing. The few cars' light sparked dimly as they splashed water on your white shirt, letting the world take a sneak peak of your chest. You, of course, use your bag to cover up and swear at each driver. Tipping up and down on your toes, you wait for the crossing light to turn green. However, before any of that, you hear a clank escape out the nearby alley. You don't act but remain cautious of the area. Only when you hear a blood curdling scream of a women, you force yourself to peak into the alley.
The sudden dread that fills your body is paralyzing. A horrifying amalgamation of a human and an otherworldly creature, with tendrils of dark, writhing matter extending from its form, held a black woman feets high up against the wall. Emerging from the grotesque matter was a ginger man, screaming bloody murder.
"You let her go!" He bellowed in sheer intensity, his voice carrying an impassioned outcry that echoed with raw emotion. "Let go of my wife!"
The woman open her mouth. You assumed to scream, but nothing prepares you for her agonized scream which pierces the air, a gut-wrenching sound that reverberates through your very core, leaving you paralyzed with the sheer intensity of her anguish. The frequency is too much for you to bear and you let out a loud yelp, falling onto your knees. You dig your fingers into your ear to block out the noise but to no avail. Unfortunately for you, the sudden noise of you falling onto the puddled ground and your 'weak' yelp, turned the three's attention to you.
The humanoid freak took the distraction to its advantage. The man's resistance and the woman's scream had abruptly stopped as they stared at you. It transformed a tendril of its into a sharp metal blade, running it quickly along the woman's neck, cutting her vocal cords as blood spurts out her arteries.
"No! NO!" The man screams, the distraught and cry filled with raw emotion.
You watch the scene in horror as the man is pushed back into the creature, muffling his screams. It turns it attention to you, inching closer with such intimate eye contact that for a second you forget its walking towards you. At the sudden realization, you turn to run. Your entire body is shook from the scream and the sheer fear, ceasing for you to run. So, you begin to crawl as groans and tears escape.
You reach the railing at the end of the sidewalk, blocking the road and your safety. You look across the street and see a little figure in a small corner store, staring blankly at you. Probably a kid, you assume. You scream for him to call for help but the rain overpowers your noise. The boy doesn't do anything and instead of calling for his parents, licks his lollipop.
You are speechless.
You tried to finally get up on your legs, and make a run for it. Slowly gripping the railing and aiding yourself back to your feet, you run to the little gap in the railing. However, you are brought face first into the ground as the sentient matter wraps around your ankle. It begins to pull you back into the alley. Its met with screams and struggle from you, but you remain not a match for it. Slowly, the light of the cars fade away as it pulls you around the corner.
"Please! No!" You beg.
You're forcefully slammed against the door of an old building, tears streaming down your face. The ginger man, morphed out of the living matter, joins you. He grabs hold of you, shaking you violently and shouting profanities. When he realizes you're not it, it's too late—another tendril morphs into a sharp blade. With a quick and steady movement, his head glides down into your lap.
You gag in distraught, your voice halting at your throat. Gazing up at the monstrous entity as it contorts, its face rapidly closing in on you elicits a sudden scream from you with eyes tightly shut. You sense it on your skin, you feel it through your clothes!
The sensation of its cold skin lasts merely a few seconds, and after that it's silent. You cautiously open your eyes. Its gone! The narrow path is filled with darkness and nothing more. You slide the beheaded man aside, and run back to the side walk.
Your white shirt catches a few looks from old creeps who were probably more interested in your exposed chest than the blood. You hide behind your bag, swiftly running to your house.
The old wooden shed, known for being the haunted house of the neighborhood, is your house. You explicitly call it a house and never a home, because it was never a home for you. Firstly, you have a vial sexist step-mother and a deadbeat step-father. Living under that woman and her six sons, or rather her six jewels, was a nightmare. They are always her first priority, and you never existed. Everything they did was right. If they beat you, it was your fault. If they steal your belongings, you should have hid it better. Not to mention how each of them had rooms despite your family being piss broke, and you had to sleep in an old shack in the backyard that's infested with bugs. Your father is too busy fucking some young teen in the neighborhood to pay you any attention. He's gotten into multiple fights with the parents in the neighborhood for being a creep with their daughters, majority of them being minors. At school, you'd heard that a rumor of a man with a similar description of your dad flashing some kids at a park or something. It shook you to your core. All that time in school where you tried your best to keep your family life away from your friends would be threatened each time a rumor about your dad would emerge. He always denies it when your mom brings it up, and she always turns a blind eye to his obvious lie. Fortunately, few of your brothers take it easy on you. You even like some of them. Ben, short for Benjamin, is one of your favorites. He's the youngest and also the one you have spent the most time with, so it figures.
The door creeks open. Your bag is pressed against your breast to hide the blood and your chest from your dad. You can't risk giving him any ideas. Sneakily, you pass through the crowded room to the back yard. The T.V. noise thankfully covers up the creaking of the doors in this god forsaken house. The rains pours on you one last time before you enter your 'room.'
The original scent of the room wafts into your nose, and you collapse onto the bed, sighing deeply, attempting to regain control of your breath after that peculiar and harrowing experience. Taking a glance at your shirt and skirt, you see it is all torn and covered in blood. Your tights were in much worse condition. You force yourself to get up and move behind the empty boxes that shaped a closet. Grabbing a hold of your daily PJs, you fully undress, shivering in the cold as it hits your skin.
"Hey, sis! You back?" Ben cries out.
The door begins to slide open causing you to quickly cry out a response.
"Don't come in! I'm changing!" You stay hidden in the makeshift closet.
Ben doesn't listen and invites himself in after he checks you're in your little closet, sitting on your bed. You quickly change and come out.
"Don't invite yourself in," you huff in annoyance.
"Sorry, sorry," he crossed his legs. "Anyways, guess what happened in school today? So, Ryan had this new game that just came out and,"
You kept nodding as he went on about school. You quickly pick up the bloodied clothes, reminiscing about that thing. It didn't make sense. But, it also did. There has been more disappearance in the area. Maybe, it was responsible for them. The way it beheaded those two people, it has to be behind them. As you glance up at your reflection in the mirror, you discern tear stains, tracks of mascara marking the evidence of distress. A sudden jolt of fear courses through you as your heart skips a beat, witnessing the reflection briefly transform into that ominous creature.
"Are you okay, sis?" Ben hops off the bed and sneaks behind you.
"Huh?" You blink, breaking out of your hallucination to see him standing closely behind you.
Sliding another glance at your reflection before looking away, everything appears normal. Ben slides you a grin and you push him out the closet.
"W-why don't you go spend time with Isaac?" You question referring to your older brother.
"He has his druggy friends around today," Ben pouts, "You want me to go be corrupted by them?"
You huff a sigh and Ben giggles, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto the bed.
"What took you so long?" He asks.
"I was studying for finals," you explain plainly. "And then..." You don't dare continue.
"Then what?" He urges.
"Then nothing. I just studied," you got off him, "You should too. Go."
Pulling him by the wrist, you guided him to the door. Ben groans but complies. You stand in utter silence now, all alone and prone to your wild imagination. Your paranoia forces you to make out figures from the dark spaces in the shack, worsening it. Your body feels hot. Why is your body hot? The clothing on your skin is irrating, so you begin undressing. Only when you're in solely in your panties, you get some relief. Still, the migraine and the heaviness of your head causes you to lay down on the bed. Seeking relief, you force yourself to fall sleep.
"Hurry up,"
"Take the bitch's panties off,"
"Fucking slut sleeping naked when it's this cold,"
Quiet muttering dances around your ears. You dismiss it at first, but they start to sound louder and louder. Abruptly, you snap your eyes open. Isaac's two friends appeared right before you, one of them holding your panties. You crawl away, at least you try to. The bigger one of the two comes up behind you and covers your mouth while choking you with his other hand. The other one hurries undressing his pants. You attempt to call out for help, but the rain drowns every single muffled noise out.
"This can't be happening!" This runs in your head repeatedly.
You had made a fatal error in not locking your door. And, now you were going to get raped. One of them compelled your legs apart, twisting your ankles as you resisted. He motioned himself forward, his dick rubbing against your slit. You stared daggers at his attempt to thrust in, failing each time from the slipperiness of his precum. He finally seemed to get his dick right above your hole by spreading your flaps slightly. Your disheartening screams only fuel his intention to fuck you more as he chuckles. The flesh made head officially delves deeper into your virgin cunt but not fully. He stops one centimeter in, moaning and begging to stop because he was close. You couldn’t believe him. How weak was this man?
The bigger one couldn’t resist the urge to play with your tits, bringing you some pleasure. But, it was soon taken away from you.
”I am going deeper in this bitch,” the boy huffed and begun to push harder.
You bit your lips to stifle the screams, drawing blood. However, his cock never goes deeper. You glance up at the man. His eyes glued to the ceiling and mouth held gaped. He pulled away and fell back against the wall with a horrified look, yet you still feel his dick stuck in your slit.
”Dude. Dude!” The bigger one yelled. “Oh my fucking god, your dick!”
You can’t clearly see his crotch since your stomach is in the way, but you feel the beddings soaking beneath you. His expression is pure ecstasy and horror. His eyes rolled back to his skull and tongue sticking out. You do notice that his chest doesn’t move any longer. He doesn’t breathe.
Suddenly, a red-blackish spiked blade pierces his skull, and blood flows out his mouth.
The boy behind you jerks and screams, letting go of your mouth and freeing your hands. He makes a run for the door that they foolishly locked so no one would bother their fun time. As he fiddles with the lock, the blade contracted away. You carefully get up to see the mess, attempting not to puke when you lay your eyes upon it.
His cock was inside you— the head at least, however his cock was not attached to his body any longer. At first glance, it look like someone pulled it off. Then you notice another strange thing. That blade was coming from you. Your pussy. His beheaded dick was covered in the same distorted matter as that humanoid creature, and that distorted matter was seeping out your cunt.
“The fuck are you!?” The boy cried in frustration.
You look at him with confused and pleading eyes, but before you can answer, the cock is shoved entirely in your pussy, from the head to his base, going even further until it’s buried deep in you.
“Ahh~” You cry out, falling backwards on the bed in pleasure.
Your legs are involuntarily opened further to give the man the view of the void like material oozing from your pussy.
“What the fuck,” he sobbed.
You don’t know what happened next. Before everything faded to black, you heard a thud. The next morning, they weren’t there. Instead, Ben laid spooning you.
“Ben?” You tried to wake him up.
He hummed weakly, eyes parting away slightly before closing again.
”Ben!” Your voice rose a little higher.
This wakes him up, partially. His green emerald eyes peek out his eyelids accompanied by a smug smile.
”Is the little baby up before me?” He teases as he snuggles into your neck.
”What?” Confusion strikes you, but you choose to dismiss it, “What are you doing here?”
“Well,” he yawned, “Isaac was being too loud and, y’know, I thought I could come here ‘cause it’s quiet,” He confesses.
”Ben…” you sigh, “At least, wake me up.”
“I did!” He argued, “I did try to wake you up but you were in a deep sleep. I almost thought you were dead.”
“Me? Deep sleep?” You found it hard to believe.
You are the few people in your family who is woken by every little sound. Being a light sleeper is necessary when you sleep in the backyard where anyone can easily get in by just climbing the large wooden fence.
“Yes! So deep that you didn’t even notice you’d wet the bed,” He said.
”Okay, what?” You were even more surprised how much utter nonsense he was saying.
”Yeah! I thought you were really tired that’s why you just went to sleep naked on the stain,”
“Naked? Ben!” You scold.
”I’m sorry, but why are you sleeping on a wet spot naked and, AND, on top of that not locking the door!” He argued.
You look down at your clothes. You were wearing a miss matched shirt and pants different from your normal pajamas.
”I dressed you up ‘cause it was cold,” he pouted, “and if you don’t believe me check under these sheets,” He pointed at the large number of bedding covering a specific spot.
The fright of last night taints your face, but you’re hesitant to believe. You felt normal down there. Nothing was broken. Last night was nonsense. It was the stupidest shit to imagine, a fucking blade in your pussy. No way!
“It’s okay if you’re embarrassed,” Ben comforts you after acknowledging the confusion on your face, “It happens.”
Sadly, his comforts were to no avail. You grab the layers of sheets and flip them, revealing the giant stain. It was the same place that the man’s blood seeped.
Deep in your heart, you didn’t want to believe what happened last night, so you ran with Ben’s version.
”Ben…,” you lay back down earning a giggle from him. "What time is it?"
He rises, stepping over you, and heads to the bedside table to inspect his phone, which is just an empty container. He declares that it's eight o'clock, signaling that school starts in thirty minutes. Letting out a loud yawn, you rise from your bed and make your way to the closet to select your attire for the day. Ben observes you awkwardly, his gaze fixated on your silhouette, though you remain oblivious to his attention. You sift through your worn-out wardrobe, your thoughts still lingering on the events of the previous night and the fact that your little brother saw you naked. You purposefully push aside the disturbing images of Isaac's two friends and their grotesque actions from the previous night, choosing to focus on the present moment. Ultimately, you decide to wear another basic outfit; a skirt paired with tights and a hoodie. You exit the closet and turn your attention to Ben who continues to admire you.
"What are you standing here for? Go change!" You rush him, "School's starting in thirty minutes."
He obliges and the two of you make your way to his room, where you plan to use his shower instead of the less appealing one in the family bathroom.
Breathing heavily, the two of you eventually arrive at the main building, parting ways. Ben insists on giving you a hug before departing, and you reluctantly agree, not wanting to attract attention or cause a commotion. You offer a half-hearted hug, placing your arm around him and giving a pat on the back. However, Ben doesn't settle for it and pulls you into a tight embrace. Towards the end of his hug, you swear he cups a feel of your ass before departing and waving you a goodbye.