Chapter 22
Her wet eyes widen in pure horror as my black hand splits from my arm with a tearing sound, dropping heavily to the floor with a nauseating thud.
But it doesn’t stay down, the severed hand springs up instantly on all five claws, scuttling across the floor like a grotesque spider.
The wrist is a torn, ghostly mess of shredded black skin and pulsing white veins, twitching and dripping ink as it moves with unnatural, ravenous purpose.
Her fear blooms in the air like a satisfying perfume as she hastily shoves herself away from the wall and starts sprinting down the long hallway, bare feet slapping against the floor.
But my hand is so much faster.
It leaps onto the wall, skittering along the faded, peeling floral wallpaper at terrifying speed—a dark, clawed thing racing after her like it’s chasing prey.
White veins pulse visibly beneath its shadowy skin as it gains on her with every frantic heartbeat.
As soon as she reaches the end of the hallway, she whips around, a raw scream tearing from her throat.
And it’s music to my fucking ears.
But the sound is short-lived, because my severed hand springs off the wall, launching through the air like a weapon before slamming into her throat with brutal force.
My fingers wrap viciously around her neck, and she chokes instantly, eyes bulging. The impact drives her backward and smashes her hard into the floor with a deafening crack.
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.
She whimpers pathetically as they force their way inside, then I make them pull her open—stretching her hole obscenely wide.
I slide them in and out, deeper and harder, feeling her walls tear and strain around the invasion.
Her pain floods into me, and I drink it in for a long moment, letting it fuel me, letting it make my fat cock grow heavy and throb between my legs.
Then I shift my focus, and my senses press deep inside her, finding that sensitive, scarred spot and mercilessly stimulate it. The pleasure I force into her is overwhelming, callous and devastating.
A sudden stream of unwilling come sprays out of her pussy, splattering messily onto my waiting detached hand beneath her.
The liquid soaks my clawed fingers as my thick tendrils keep spreading her ruined cunthole wider, forcing her pussy to gape like a used whore.
My free hand rises slowly, and more black appendages burst from my body, but thinner, slick, and ribbed.
They whip forward and wrap viciously around the small of her waist, yanking her back into a brutal arch, forcing her ass even higher like a bitch in heat.
The two thinner tendrils slither over the scarred curve of her ass before plunging brutally into her tight asshole.
She screams, raw, broken and agonized, her legs shaking as I force them deeper, burrowing and twisting inside her guts.
“That’s it, scream for me, little light,” I snarl, feeding hungrily on her discomfort for a few delicious seconds.
Then I switch it again, flooding her veins with euphoria while I start thrusting hard—cruelly ramming both sets of tendrils into her cunt and ass at the same time, stretching and wrecking her holes without mercy.
Her screams turn into desperate, slutty moans as I double-penetrate her, my detached hand still greedily catching every drop of her shameful juices.
I keep switching her pleasure and pain on and off like a fucking button—engulfing her with bliss one second, then drowning her in suffering the next.
She cries and moans like an animal, edged right to the brink of oblivion over and over again, but never allowed to fully fall.
Stepping closer, I peer down at her sloppy holes getting absolutely wrecked by my tendrils, her cunt and ass pulsing and drenched.
With a flick of my fingers, my detached hand rises, floating midair and glistening with her come.
I pull her asshole even wider with the two powerful tendrils, baring my teeth in a savage snarl.
Then I send my hand forward, and it drives straight into her open ass, turning and pushing deeper like it fucking belongs there. She doesn’t scream this time—instead, a deep moan tears out of her throat while her pain is completely turned off.
But her fear… oh, her tasty fear is still there.
Her mind is completely frazzled—torn between hating every second and shamefully wanting the violation. She doesn’t know if she wants it to stop or if she needs more.
And I fucking crave it.
My detached hand pushes further into her ass, fingers curling and uncurling as it forces its way inside her. Then, I make it fist her, slowly at first, then harder, ruining her hole beyond its limits.
The scarred skin around her asshole gives out, thinning into a tight, shiny ring that looks like it might tear at any moment.
Every thrust makes her puffy, ruined rim bulge outward around my wrist, the skin straining and whitening from the intense pressure.
Inside her, it’s hot, tight, and velvety—her walls fluttering desperately around my invading hand, my knuckles punching deeper into her guts.
I can feel every ridge, and every twitch of her body trying to fight me and failing.
“Fuck… feel that, you human whore?” I growl, voice thick with dark pleasure. “My whole detached hand is buried inside your asshole. Look how greedily it’s swallowing it, and taking it in.”
My hand goes harder, pumping in and out with wet, filthy sounds, until it turns into a yawning, ruined tunnel. Her body jerks and spasms, torn between the forced pleasure I’m filling her with and the sheer violation of having my hand wrecking her from the inside.
Her mind is a beautiful mess—screaming in shame while her holes drip and clench like the broken slut she’s becoming.
“I need to come, I need to come!” she moans through a scream, the broken, desperate sound shattering through the room.
But I don’t let her.