Chapter 5 Marie
Somehow, I fell asleep. I could kill myself if the monster doesn’t get to me first. I spent what felt like an eternity chipping away with a loose stone at a section of brown bone. My eyelids heavied, and my adrenaline wore off.
I jolt upright, the sound of dripping bringing me back to consciousness.
Thankfully, I’m still alone, and maybe there’s time for me to get out of here.
As I take in my surroundings, assessing the corners for any sleeping monsters, I notice a crack in the bone down low.
I kick at it, using what little force I have, and to my surprise, it breaks, bending outwards.
I keep kicking until I’ve shattered the bars above and below, and there’s enough space for me to pull myself out.
A jagged edge scrapes against my stomach, but I don’t stop, not letting the pain get to me, even after looking down and seeing the shallow but bloody cut.
I’m free of my cage, but there’s no time for relief.
I rush toward the pile next to me, immediately finding a worn brown coat and pulling it over my shoulders.
I grab two mismatched shoes—one a greyed sneaker and the other a work boot.
Both are left feet, and all my items are at least three times too big, but I’m not wasting time looking for something that fits me properly.
This isn’t a fucking fashion show. Instead, I search for any weapons.
Sadly, the items seem like mostly clothing, wrappers, glasses, and various accessories.
My heart keeps an imaginary timer, blaring that I’ve already wasted too much time.
I scramble to gather the protein bars near my cage floor and shove them in my pocket.
I gulp down the water. It’s mineral tasting, and for a moment, I panic that it will make me sick, but I don’t have any other choice.
Humans don’t last long without water, and I don’t know how long it will be before I can find another source.
The wind howls at the mouth of the cave.
I should be more frightened by what lies beyond the stone prison, but I’m left with no choice but to flee.
A part of me hoped that I was still in my world, just hidden in a bizarre pocket of time.
I’m in dark woods, but it’s obvious I’m nowhere on Earth.
Roars and screams bellow in the distance, mixed with high-pitched yells and deep-throated laughs—the sounds of nightmares.
It’s lighter than inside the cave, but not by much.
The same neon-growing algae inside the cave are the only source of light, growing on impossibly tall trees and sparse rock formations.
The trees are skinny, offering barely any foliage besides random thin arms protruding out at their bases.
I follow the height of the trees, and a black and starless sky stares back at me.
It could just be night, maybe light will come soon, but the realistic part of me tells me that’s not the case.
The monster is nowhere in sight, but there’s no relief.
A twig snaps, and something hoots. Up above, creatures swing from tree to tree.
Golden eyes stare down at me, each figure owning numerous pairs.
I don’t waste time getting a good look at the things; there could be five or a hundred of them.
I sprint in the direction opposite the cave.
A pain disarms me once I pick up speed, and I cover the source, finding my hand covered with blood.
I completely forgot about my cut until now, but I can’t let it slow me down.
I keep running, the figures in the tree howling after me and growing closer.
I have no idea where I’m going. Now my mission is shelter, but I don’t see anywhere to hide.
A noise grabs my attention to my right. I turn my head but don’t stop.
It sounds like something is close, but there’s nothing there, at least not that I can make out in the low light.
It hasn’t even been five minutes since I left my prison, and I’m already being hunted.
How do I think I will survive much longer?
There’s nothing else to do but run faster.
I can’t let myself get freaked out. I turn my attention ahead, praying solace will appear.
The sound next to me grows closer, the ground rustling and labored breaths catching up.
Thankfully, the weird multi-eyed monkey things swinging from up above seem to have left me alone.
A thunderous roar behind me shakes the ground, followed by a gallop.
Multiple beasts are running after me, and one of them has clearly scared away my initial monkey hunters.
Something flings against me, taking me to the ground.
I scramble, flipping myself to my back to see my attacker, but nothing is there, even as I feel a scaly weight pressing down on my chest. Blinding colors flash before my eyes, and a new monster materializes.
I scream, and the lizard-like creature smiles down at me with razor-sharp teeth.
He vibrates a forked tongue, tasting the air, and his large googly eyes wobble in their sockets.
I fight against the beast, attempting to get away, but if his slimy scales and size weren’t enough to overpower me, he completely disappears every few seconds.
He changes from red to blue to the forest around me.
His grip tightens, six clawed hands wrapping around my arms and legs.
A seventh member pokes against the center of my abdomen, and I make a quick guess at what that could be.
It’s all happening so fast. Thank God because I don’t even have time to turn my fear into my dreaded perversion.
Perhaps I'll die with my dignity intact after all.
I close my eyes, accepting my defeat, but a thunderous roar comes from above me, and I hate to admit I recognize the sound.
My insides heat. The weight lifts off me, claws grazing against my skin.
Sure enough, my monster—no, my most hated monster—stands above me, the scaly creature flashing colors in his grasp.
“Mine!” he screams as he rips the lizard beast in half, his muscles tensing, gore spilling to the ground.
It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice, and it’s just as I would have expected, low and terrifying.
He drops the severed carcass before focusing his golden gaze on me.
His feline snout expands in angry breaths, and it’s not until he pounces on me that I curse myself for not making my escape when I had a chance, even if it would have only given me a few seconds' head-start.
Instead, I just watched as he tore my attacker into two.
“Mine,” he almost whispers the word, growling as he sniffs from my ear down my neck.
I push at him. “I’m not yours! Get off of me.” It’s the first time I’ve spoken to him, and the words feel foreign coming out of my mouth. There’s not an ounce of thanks in me for him saving me from the scaley beast. He just wants me for himself.
He pulls up, holding his top half over me, staring at me with disgust. The small stillness of the moment allows my brain to wander.
I notice his weight against me, specifically the pressure between his legs.
Something squirms against my leg, and I scream in horror, trying to roll away.
It’s his weird penis-suction-worms. He doesn’t budge; if anything, he presses himself harder against me.
I’m terrified, a feeling I’m growing used to, but unlike the monster before him, my darkness spreads from the corners of my brain until it’s my primary focus.
Before I can even register, my breath labors, heavy in my chest, as I try to combat the boiling inside.
I still attempt to squirm away from him, but my body betrays me, pressing the source of my heat against his.
He sniffs the air, the same way he did in his cave when I nearly dripped down my leg.
Of course I’m fucking wet. I groan, rolling my head to the side, furious with myself.
He folds himself completely over me again, and his nostrils dance across my skin as if searching for the source.
I push at him, but he doesn’t even notice; instead, he continues trailing down my body.
I hiss once his face grazes against my wound on my stomach.
He stops and makes a dissatisfied growl.
I’m an idiot. He wasn’t smelling my arousal.
He smelled my blood. He’s a monster keeping me in a cage of human bones.
My sick desires have turned my brain to mush.
He doesn’t want to fuck and impregnate me; he wants to eat me.
Fear drips like an IV into my veins, and I push his shoulders, using all my might to get away.
But that’s not true, because my lower half arches, pressing myself into him.
The monster sniffs and hums, continuing to trail down my body.
When he gets to my shorts, a measly shred of fabric, he rips them off.
I cry out, the pain quick and adding to my arousal.
He moans, his body shuddering, and I must close my eyes.
It’s all too much. I don’t even register that I’m bare to the elements until I feel his nostrils against my seam.
He moans again. “Mine.” The words are low and deep. “Can I taste?”
The question stuns me. Did he just ask to eat my pussy?
No, there’s no way. I must be imagining things.
I decide if this isn’t real, if I’m just imagining a scenario where I have a say in this, I might as well agree to the thing I actually want.
“Yes,” I whisper, doubting he can hear me, doubting that it matters.
To my surprise, he moves his tongue through my heat as if my hushed word was the spell that broke his stupor.
I wasn’t crazy. He was sniffing out my arousal, but there’s no way he’s doing this only because I uttered my approval.
I can’t believe he wouldn’t have done as he pleased regardless of what I said.
But as he licks me, his tongue covering every inch of my cunt, from top to bottom, I’m thankful I murmured the word, if anything, to diminish the slight chance that this wouldn’t happen, because God, it's good.
He’s not gentle, not teasing; he licks rapidly as if my wetness is the sweetest taste in the world.
I wanted this. I agreed to this, but I’m still a captive attempting to escape.
I don’t want to show him how much I’m enjoying his rough tongue slipping through me.
I remain rigid, not letting my body melt into him.
A small scream spills from my lips, and I clench them as an attempt to stop the sound, but it’s too late.
He bristles at my noise, licking me more rapidly and holding me tighter with one hand and pressing his weight down on me as his other hand reaches for himself between his legs.
The sound of his pre-lubed cock, slipping through his massive hand, takes away the little semblance of my armor.
I fall back, relaxing my legs so he can have better access to me.
What’s the point in fighting this? I give in to the fear, give in to his massive tongue, stroking from ass to clit.
Perhaps this is how I die. He might actually eat me after this, him or something else entirely.
What a way to go, though—splayed out on an alien forest floor, bloodied and bruised, with my captor licking me to orgasm, fear coursing to my brain.
I’ve fought my desires for so long. Maybe it’s time to give in.
A smile forms at the corner of my lips as my nerves lighten and my blood turns to thick honey.
Yes, it’s so good. What a fucking way to go indeed.
I reach for him, holding onto his horns as a scream comes from deep in my belly.
I can hear the speed of his strokes increasing, and moans vibrate against my clit.
“Mine,” he says, his words muffled against me.
I let my vocal cords wail into each other as I ride my captor's face. His tongue never wavers, never loses pressure, and I float to a different realm—not Earth, not this hellscape, but a form of heaven—without judgement of my true nature. For a moment in time, I’m just myself—my fantasies come to life.
He roars against my cunt, and a warm liquid floods under my ass.
He came, and the feel of his wetness reaches me; the sheer amount he must have released sends me over the edge.
Gone are my memories; gone is anything outside my body.
I scream, louder than I have my entire life, letting the orgasm have its way with me.
Before I even float back to Earth—or wherever the hell I am now—I’m pulled off the ground and thrown over a fuzzy shoulder.
There’s no time to return to my body. Perhaps I died and forgot the torture of being ripped apart, because there’s no pain.
I blink hard and return to reality. The monster carries me on his shoulder through the forest, running with me.
We’re not alone, followed by an army of monsters.
Each one is different and more grotesque than the next.
Some swing from trees, some slither on their bellies, some fly close to the ground, but there’s one similarity amongst all of them—all their eyes focus on me as they lick their razor-sharp fangs.