Into The Fog - Dead By Daylight Part 1

A Gift From the Entity

Frank was a ruthless lover. If I had wanted to escape him in the moment, I'm not sure that I could have. He was dominating, punishing, and unrelenting.

Every over-extention of my limbs, every contusion my body suffered, his eyes bore into mine, daring me to call out for mercy.

But that would've been a mistake. No matter what, I knew mercy would never come. He had promised me that the first time we met, and I understood.

I have known other lovers that claimed to be sadists. Those who would put their hands on my neck, or pull my head back by my hair. I knew now that they were just imitators.

Frank was real. Frank was dangerous.

This wasn't a sexual experiment for him, like I assumed at first. He wasn't some straight guy lying to his girlfriend about where he was, using me to feed his secret desires after downing a couple beers and over-selling his level of intoxication.

Frank was assured in his actions. He was testing me, gauging my limits. Doing things that made me grit my teeth, that made me gasp for air, that made me scream.

And I liked the way my pain seemed to fuel him, how the moments lasted forever when I was overcome with physical anguish. I wanted more.

Frank buried my face in the mattress and arched my back at an agonizing angle. He somehow managed to plant his left foot on my head as he crammed into me, pumping up and down.

I struggled to turn my face to one side in order to swallow some air, and Frank increased the pressure his foot was exerting on my skull, a give-and-take. When I was sure the bones in my face would collapse, he lightened his stance, an intuitive tormentor he was.

In a swift movement, he flipped me onto my back and used his forearm to partially block my airways. He brought his face to mine and licked the tears and sweat off my cheek before putting his mouth to my left ear.

"You belong to me." His voice was a hushed grunt.

He removed his arm from against my throat and placed his hand on the side of my face, pushing my ear into his mouth. He breathed heavily and the warm air seemed to be filling my head.

"Do you understand me?" Frank asked as he bit down on my earlobe.

I winced in pain and inhaled hard. He gripped my face by the cheeks and squeezed.

"Yus!" I managed to get out.

"Tell me what I want to hear, Sarek!"

I needed to be very clear with my answer, a simple 'yes' wasn't going to cut it apparently.

"You own me, Frank. I belong to you."

Saying it felt good. Relinquishing myself to him, why did I like it?

Satisfied, he released his grip on my face, slapping me twice with only moderate force, I guess as an approving gesture.

He pushed himself up off my body and onto his knees, pulling me closer to him at the same time, making sure he stayed inside.

I was getting exhausted, we were going on an hour now and my threshold for pain was in sight. But it was my turn to be aggressive.

I used the leverage I had from the positioning of our bodies to sit up quickly, and push him down onto his back.

Pinning his arms above his head, I rode him while delighting in the look of surprise on his face.

I moved in and stopped inches away from our lips meeting, when his eyes had closed.

"I will always fight for dominance." I said with as much conviction as I could muster, but betrayed by my quivering voice.

His mouth became a wicked grin. When he opened his eyes the surprise was gone, only black pools of evil.

The top of his forehead caught my nose, and everything turned red. I felt myself flipping, and I could taste the iron of blood as it poured through nasal cavities into my throat.

I watched through watery eyes as he pounded into me, no longer a man, a demon. I screamed as the pain from his ferocity mixed with that of my surely broken nose, until his appetite was finally fulfilled with a couple hard thrusts and grunts.

He reached down and wiped some blood away from my upper-lip, and then he stood over me, using it to draw a smiley face on the wall above the mattress.

Then crouching, his knees held my arms to my side.

"That's a fight you will always lose."

He stood and disappeared through the bedroom door as I lay there moaning and choking. I felt around for something to hold on my face to soak up the blood and found what was left of my t-shirt.

I heard a faucet running as I sat upright and Frank came back into his room. He walked over to where I was sitting and extended a hand. I looked up to see that the demon was gone from his eyes.

"Felt good, right?" He asked.

"Some of it did." I answered honestly.

He pulled me up and I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. I wondered what a broken rib even felt like. Probably just bruised.

Frank put my arm around him and walked me out of the room and around the corner to a bathroom where the shower was already running.

I made the mistake of looking in the mirror at my swollen face, and bruised body, smeared with blood. My nose was definitely broken.

"Forget about it. The entity will heal your wounds when it takes you to the next trial. I'll get you some new clothes, just get in the shower."

"You're a real control-freak." I told him. Frank just laughed in agreement.

"And you have an insatiable need for suffering." He replied as he closed the bathroom door on his way out.

I had to hold my head back, with my shirt plugging my nostrils for several minutes before the bleeding slowed to a trickle.

The shower felt amazing when I finally got in. I wasn't sure how they had hot water, but I didn't give it more than a seconds thought. There were several travel-sized shampoos and soaps on the edge of the tub, which stung like hell on my various knicks and scrapes.

As I watched blood swirl down the drain, Frank returned with clothes and a towel which he laid out on the sink before joining me.

He stood pressed against my back, chin resting on my shoulder, and traced the bruises on my torso with his fingers, like he was admiring his work.

"I can have you whenever I want." He told me. "You're very lucky."

It didn't bother me when Frank treated me like one of his belongings, it felt good to belong. I wondered for a moment if I had developed some sort of stockholm syndrome, but the thought left as quickly as it came.

"Hey, Frank? How did I wind up here like this? I mean, here with you instead of with the survivors?" I asked as his hand moved south, the light pressure tickling my skin.

He turned me around to face him, the steam from the water forming clouds around our heads.

"You're a gift from the entity, meant for me."

I closed my eyes and bowed my head, but Frank lifted it. We stared at each other. I was searching his eyes for the truth, he was searching mine for doubt, and of course he found it.

"You believe me, don't you?" He finally asked.

"Yes.."

"Then tell me that you believe me."

"I believe you, Frank. I am your gift from the entity."

"Good." He patted my head. "Then from now on, you're going to follow my commands. Is that understood?"

"Understood.."