Chapter 3 Darkness
She screamed for me. They always do when I first take them.
My hunger persists, but the first scream is always the most powerful, allowing me to think reasonably for a moment, so I can contain my catch and gather substenance to make them last longer.
She was different. My hunger is there. Always there.
But it’s a smaller thorn in my side. I’ve never felt so light, so clear. But still hunger. Always hunger.
The initial pounce always arouses me—that’s nothing new.
My member stands proudly between my legs, and my attachers move wildly, searching for flesh to hold—to contain.
In the past, after my first fill, I’ve sated my primal urges on my own, but it’s always after they scream, when they’re unconscious, and I wait for them to wake so I can continue my reign of terror.
My hunger always wins. No other feeling. Nothing gets past.
This time was different. This time, I couldn’t contain my desire.
I had to stroke myself as I watched the female moan, smelling the delicious scent of her arousal.
I was starved, but my aching cock overpowered my innate reaction to pounce.
And then she screamed, a different kind.
It rushed over me like a balm, sating my hunger in a way I can’t remember it ever doing before.
I must make her scream for me like that again.
I must keep her here so she can scream for me forever.
She lies on the stone floor of my cave, the pulsing green lights illuminating her small form, her hair aflame.
I made sure not to touch it—the light color I know deep in my bones to stay away from.
The light burns. The light is bad. But she doesn’t seem bad.
Her screams are delicious, and the soft golden hair flowing from her head begs me to grab it and wrap it around my fist as I pound my cock into her, yet I resist. The burn alone wouldn’t be worth it.
There’s a new hunger growing, one I’m not used to, and something inside of me tells me there’s only one way to fill the ache. She can’t scream unless she’s awake. There’s no point entering her if I can’t get my fill, although I want to.
I’ve never thought so clearly after bringing back a human. Usually I throw them to the floor, barely having enough reason to gather a small shell of water from the stream nearby for once they wake. Keeping them alive as long as possible is ideal. Traveling exerts energy, making the hunger stronger.
When I brought her back, I saw my home anew.
I laid her down in the corner, positioning the cage of bones around her.
I dug through a pile of items left over by the humans.
I found two bars that smelled like food.
I don’t know how I knew that, but I did.
I laid them out for her. The body of my previous victim remained at the back of my cave.
I disposed of him, dropping him off the cliff nearby.
I never enjoy the way they smell when they’re gone.
I wouldn’t enjoy humans at all if they didn’t provide our only form of sustenance.
I might enjoy her, though. There’s something different about her.
As I stare at her gold hair, I find myself inching closer.
Her chest rises and falls, letting me know she’s alive and will wake soon.
I should sneak up on her, let her stew in her terror while she awaits my arrival, but I can’t help myself.
I reach through the bars. I shouldn’t touch it.
I shouldn’t touch the light. It will burn.
It will kill. But I can’t help myself. I caress the soft strands.
The pain is immediate, piercing through my fur and my thick skin.
I roar, cursing myself, but I can’t move away.
I claw more of her hair, wrapping it around my hand.
Yes, it hurts, but it’s good. I need more.
I pull, forgetting she’s trapped in the cage.
She yelps, but I can’t stop. I need more of her pain.
Her eyes flutter open, the lashes caging the blue, long and thick.
Her lips part, and for a moment, I imagine the sound of her soft moans.
My cock grows hard as she wakes. Her eyes focus on me, taking me in as she registers her surroundings.
She screams. Yes, this is good. It fills me.
But no. It’s not the same. I release her hair, moving away from her prison.
She curls into herself at the other side of her cage, screaming and clawing against the bones behind her.
For every other victim, this would be good—exactly what I want.
But I want more. I want the screams she gave me in her realm—the ones that cleared an ancient fog in my mind.
I charge the cage, shaking the bars and roaring.
She yells louder, her blue eyes bulging from her head.
It’s still not good enough. Maybe I should pull her out, break her arm, and jam my cock into her mouth until she vomits.
Those screams would subside my hunger, but her screams from before leave me with an ounce of reason.
It’s dwindling, but I know it won’t be the same.
Even now, with her fear heightened, her screams do not sate me.
It’s nothing compared to the euphoria I felt in her cave. I need that again.
I push away from the cage, the bones cracking under my grasp.
The presence of her confuses me. I need to leave, clear my head.
She doesn’t blend in with my surroundings.
She's a bright object amongst the decay. She’s different somehow.
Her screams are different. I need them, and I will do whatever it takes to get them from her, even if I must break her.