Chapter 10
Alexa, play ‘Monster (Under my bed)’ by Call Me Karizma
"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."
—STEPHEN KING, CASTLE ROCK
I ran, and the shadows seemed to chase me as I rushed home. I cried the whole time on the subway. I felt raw and broken by the time I made it to my front door.
I didn’t deserve this. I just wanted to do my job and live my life as peacefully as possible, considering the fact that I was clearly cursed.
It was bad enough that I had fucking Death stalking me, but now I needed to be bullied at work too? If there was a God, he must fucking hate me. The worst thing was I didn’t even have anyone to turn to or confide in. All I had was Chaos, and when I burst into my apartment, my heart sank to find that he wasn’t there waiting for me. I pretended he was out hunting Reaver instead of mice to cheer myself up.
Feeling like absolute shit, I dropped my coat and bag on the couch and went straight to bed. My fingers itched for a blade. I wanted nothing more than to take out some of this pent-up stress and anger on myself, but the hole in Chaos’ picture was enough to keep me from reaching for the box cutter that lay beneath my mattress.
Stripping out of my uniform, I pulled on a pair of boy shorts and an oversized Sleep Token T-shirt before sliding under the covers. I checked the time on my phone. 3:32 am. Fuck. I had to be back at the bar by ten am to train my fucking tormentor. There was no way I was even going to be able to get eight hours.
I watched the time change to 3:33 when suddenly the temperature of the room dropped, and I froze.
No. No, no, no, no…
Not tonight. I couldn’t handle this tonight. I pulled the blankets up over my head and curled into the fetal position, putting my face between my knees and my hands over my ears.
If I couldn’t hear him or see him, it would be like he wasn’t actually there. Where was Chaos? My blood ran cold when I realized that he may be dead. I wouldn’t put it past my demon to take my cat away just to hurt me.
For the third time that night, my eyes welled with tears. I trembled beneath my blankets in the dark like a little girl hiding from the monster in her closet—except my monster was real, and he was coming for me.
I waited. For a long moment, there was nothing. I prayed that he had come and gone as he sometimes did.
My hopes and dreams were dashed the moment I felt the blankets suddenly begin to peel away from my body.
I bit back a terrified scream. This had never happened before. He had never done anything more than watch me from the shadows. I curled deeper into myself as inch by inch, the covers pulled back, exposing my trembling body. I peered through my fingers, up into the endless night of his hood and shivered. It was freezing in my room, and without the blankets to cover me, my skin erupted in gooseflesh.
“Please…” I begged him, though I didn’t know what I was asking for. He held up a hand, and I felt my body stiffen. Suddenly, I couldn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t even open my mouth to scream. Slowly, the demon took control of my limbs. It felt as if he had reached into my body and taken hold of my very soul . He forced me to uncurl from the little ball I had wound myself into. Try as I might, I couldn’t fight the power of his compulsion, and I found myself lying flat on my back.
My heart was pounding so hard I worried it would burst. Hot, silent tears slid down my cheeks, and I watched in horror as he used his scythe to hook under the edge of my T-shirt, sliding it up to my waist and exposing my hips and thighs. The cold metal of the wicked blade slid over my skin, and every fiber of my being revolted against the idea of him touching me .
Again and again, I tried to scream, but all that came out of my stiff lips was a muffled moan. The demon reached forward to run a finger down my bare leg, and I trembled beneath him.
His cold fingers played over my scars, and an electrifying tingle began to spread through me as he counted them. He lightly traced over each wound as if checking for freshness. When he finished with the tops of my thighs, he waved a midnight hand, and suddenly, I found my knees pressed back against each side of my head. I gasped as he forced my body into this new and humiliatingly vulnerable position. I was folded over so violently that my ass had left the mattress entirely.
I lay there helplessly as Death spread my legs open, examining every inch of the backs of my thighs. I struggled against his hold, a soft mewling sound escaping my lips as I fought to close my legs, but it was no use.
I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel them on me. To my horror, my traitorous body reacted and flushed with warmth. My clit throbbed beneath his scrutiny, and I felt a wetness pool beneath my shorts.
This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. It was a nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare…
The demon leaned closer and continued his examination of my body. He slid the hand that was not holding the scythe gently over the curve of my ass and up the back of my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. I whimpered as the monster fondled and traced each one of the scars I had cut into myself over the years.
Moving to the other leg, he began his gentle exploration at the knee. He slowly ran his hand down to my ass again, pausing when his fingers found the line where my shorts met the crease of my hips.
I could feel his stare, and he was no longer looking at my scars. He was looking at the throbbing space between my legs. The cold air was making me painfully aware of the spot that had grown wet from Death’s gentle touches. I swallowed and closed my eyes.
With only the thin cotton of my boy shorts separating me from the attention of a demon, I did something I had given up on long ago.
I prayed.
Time seemed to slow down, and it felt as if I lay there for an eternity while the demon’s fingers hovered between my thighs. It was as if he were unsure if he wanted to touch me or not. He had come to see my scars, but I no longer felt like I was going to make it out of this interaction unscathed.
If I could speak, I would have begged him to leave, though I knew it wouldn’t have mattered. I had been begging him to leave my entire life, and it had never worked before.
Finally, the demon let out a single rattling breath. To my horror, he made the decision I had been frantically praying he wouldn’t make.
He touched me.
He ran a cold finger over my shorts, starting with my clit. Gently, he followed the natural curve of my body until he found my wet entrance. Pressing against the damp cotton firmly, he rocked his knuckle against me until he drew a moan from my immobile lips.
I bucked against the grip he seemed to have on my soul, and I could have sworn I heard a sinister chuckle echo from beneath that never-ending hood.
The scythe suddenly disappeared into shadow, and the demon hooked a finger under the seam of my shorts. He ripped them off as if they were made of paper, exposing me to him. The freezing air of the room came as a shock. I reflexively tried to pull my legs together to cover myself, but I was unable to move an inch.
Ignoring my discomfort, the demon slid one of those ink-black fingers up the soaking line of my pussy. Without warning, he plunged it deep inside me, causing me to let out a muffled cry.
I struggled internally. I was somehow both horrified and desperate to be touched.
Before my forbidden hug with Sam, it had been years since anyone had touched me. A sinful part of me thrilled at the fact that this demon had put his hands on me. I hated myself for it, but a small, weak part of me admitted that I needed it.
The demon ran his thumb over my throbbing clit and curled this finger upward. I moaned again, and my breathing became choppy as he began to firmly work me until wet, squelching sounds filled the room. I could feel my pussy dripping as he continued to firmly stroke his finger against my G-spot, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight, unyielding circles.
An orgasm began to build, but I fought against it. It felt wrong. I didn’t want this. I hadn’t asked for this. I hated this creature that had stalked me and killed everyone I knew and loved. As much as I needed it, he didn’t deserve my pleasure.
Suddenly, a raspy, rattling voice echoed through my mind . There was no other way to explain it. It was like the demon was speaking directly into my head.
‘You’re going to come for me, Lilith. Whether you want to or not,’ the demon promised me, and I tried to scream once more.
I felt myself clench around him as he inserted another finger, stretching me wider. My knees rubbed against my ears with the force of his movements. He was relentless with his strokes, and no matter how much I fought, the warmth continued to build. My body began to shake, and I could nearly feel his hateful sense of satisfaction when he finally pushed me over the edge.
The orgasm hit me like a fucking violation. It tore through my body, and I screamed into my own lips as my knees shook by my ears.
Death chuckled in my mind as he worked me through it, his thumb continuing to graze over my clit until I wanted to beg him to stop.
When the last wave of pleasure died down, he pulled his hand out of me and allowed my body to unfold. He splayed me out on the bed before him, sliding the hand that had just been deep inside me beneath his hood. An unmistakable sucking sound told me that he had licked his fingers clean beneath that deep, endless hood of shadow.
I was panting and raw. I felt used but also somehow satisfied and relaxed. The feelings were confusing and overwhelming, and I just wanted to curl up and pretend this had all just been a nightmare.
Finally, he patted my bare pussy twice, then turned to leave, releasing the grip on my soul. He floated ominously toward my door, and I drew my knees to my chest, tugging my T-shirt down to cover myself. I heard that horrible, rasping voice rattle through my mind once more.
‘That was a reward, Lilith. If I return and find that you have cut yourself, you’ll be punished instead.’
“Where is Chaos?” I managed to choke out.
‘I have not harmed the cat.’
Then, he was gone.
Several minutes later, I heard Chaos’ telltale meow from the living room. He flowed like liquid ink into my bedroom and hopped up onto the bed. I was shaking and sobbing with relief as the little cat curled into my chest, purring against me as if it were just a normal night. I fell asleep with my very warm, very alive cat in my arms and a throbbing soreness between my thighs.