This story contains morbid themes, gore and traumatic events. Do not read if you are not accustomed to dark novels for this tackles highly sensitive topics. Tread carefully. You are warned.
-The Author
Prologue
It was 3:14 in the morning. I can see it in my digital clock. It kept on blinking back at me, every second seemed slower. Somehow, it feels like it was taunting me.
I would look around my room. At first, there's nothing unusual about it. I can hear my breathing. I can see the surrounding coated with unnatural darkness. The only light that illuminates my room was my pink dimlight above my nightstand.
Everything seems more vivid that it's making me uneasy. As I started to move, to shift myself comfortably, that's when I knew something was wrong.
I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. I got a bit panicky, but I wiped it out of my system before it could hinder me from having rational thoughts. My spine prickled as I felt my entire body getting hypersensitive. I know, at the dark corner of the room, somebody was watching me. Someone with strong presence.
I tried to move again but the attempt was utterly futile. My heartbeat quickened. I tried to scream, but no sound was coming out. I tried again and all I ever managed was a barely audible groan.
What is going on?
Suddenly, a shadow emerged from my half-opened door. The fear was so strong I couldn't kept it at bay anymore. I let it reign over my system.
My breathe was uneven. My heart beat was unsteady. Blood pounded in my ears. Every inhale, the air going in becomes lesser and lesser. I couldn't think straight.
The door creaked eerily as a dark figure of a very large man entered my room.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
His footsteps were loud, echoing against my ears.
"Don't fight it." it said. "Let me in. You couldn't handle me anyway... Don't fight it, Seref." it says as it came closer to me, getting visible through the darkness.
He called me Seref. But that's not my name. Who is he? Rather, what is he?
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see where that deep voice with potent with threat came from.
I felt something cold grazed my cheek. Something sharp. I think that was his nail. It circles my skin and trailed down my neck to my collarbone. My stomach churned. I felt bile rising down my throat. My breathing hitched and I tried to move my hand again.
"Hmm." I heard his voice right to my ear. His lips was touching my earlobe and his cold tongue licked the insides of my ear. Slowly and sensually.
This time, I was full blown panicking.
I opened my eyes and met a pair of red irides staring right at me. His gaze was furious. Like all of the hatred condensed in a single person. Under the darkness, I can see his huge horns. Dark and sharp on the end. I can see his large body on top of me. My eyes widen in shock. He let out a chuckle and gripped my chin with his large hand.
"You don't seem to recognize me." he said. His face was cocked in one side as if he finds me amusing. "When you used to be so obsessed with me."
"Hng." I tried to scream again. I fought my paralysis and forced myself harder to move.
"Marina..." he said as he tilted my chin upward. I never thought a single stare could make me feel something strong as this emotion. "Is that what everyone calls you now?"
He knows my name.
Fear. Dread. An overflowing terror that makes me shiver.
"Do not fight me from now on, do you understand?" he said. His thick voice vibrated from his throat to every single fiber of my being. "I will visit you. Every single night. I would take every chance I have. So don't fight it."
He slowly placed his finger to my chest, then snap the button of my nightcloth open. One by one. I felt heat flashed into my skin. Then, I felt cold flashes. Like fire licking me then ice pouring down me, freezing my gut and all of me.
It felt hot again.
Then cold.
Tears rolled down from the corner of my eye down to the hollow of my ear.
"I knew how you taste like." he whispered. But somehow, it was the loudest thing I've heard. He took my clothes off without getting his eyes on me. I could close my eyes, but my mind was imprinted with the vivid image of his red eyes and huge horns. "I would devour you." he said. "As I had let you devour me before. You used to hand yourself to me willingly. But whether you remember or not, you're mine anyway."
Then, I felt a searing pain in between my legs. I screamed inside my mind. I couldn't really shout.
I deep and low rumble of chuckle erupted from him as he caressed my skin. My waist. The side of my ass.
"Sweet." he mumured against my ears. "Hmm. I love that smell. Your soul. Hmm... It takes me back."
I didn't know what he was talking about. It's like all of the comprehension dissipated away leaving me with the only thoughts that I am raped. I am raped by an unknown monster. The pain was overwhelming. But the fact that I was completely powerless, unable to fight because I was paralyzed hurted me more.
His lips touched my neck. And before I knew it, his teeth dug into my flesh. His tongue swirled against my skin. It was hot and moist. I can hear him sucking my neck, warm liquid dripping down. I haven't seen it. But I knew it's my blood. I was bleeding from his bite.
I want to punch him. I want to fight back. I want to kick him hard he could not walk again. Why the hell can't move? What have he done to me?
He started to move between my legs. His member entering my hole, leaving another kind of pain that could bruise not only my physical body but also my soul and mind. He thrusted in and out. Every movement was agony. Every moment was more painful than the other.
I clenched my eyes tight, hoping it will end soon. I dont want to see the beast on top of me. I dont want to see the gleam of both hatred and lust in his eyes. I dont want to see his maniacal expression. But it even amplified the pain in between my legs. Still, I don't want to see him.
"You can try not to look at me." he said while thrusting. "But you will remember my face. The image is already instilled in your head."
I involuntarily whimpered. Sob escaped from my chest but I don't think it made a slightest sound. I continued to close my eyes. The dreadful feeling was sitting on the bottom of my stomache.
He pressed his face close to mine. His hot breathe was hitting my face. My eyes sting with another batch of tears and I groaned. He bit it harder that I think it bled.
It hurts. It fucking hurts I feel like I've been actually devoured by darkness.
It felt like a lifetime until he stopped pounding. My consciousness was slowly slipping away but I refused to give in to it. My intuition tells me that if I sleep, I may never wake up again.
I fought two battles. I tried to stay awake while closing my eyes. I tried to move and fight his supernatural influence over my body while getting degraded. It felt disgusting. But I want to make it out alive.
"This is so satisfying. " he said. "You're a lot stronger than I thought you are."
I clenched my jaw. I felt his member leaving my body leaving me empty and frail. Broken and shattered.
"I will come and see you every night, Marina." he said my name like a mock. "Every night, Marina."
He gave me a harsh kiss that involved tongue and teeth. He bit my lips hard. I gagged and tried to fight it but to no avail.
When he released me, he gazed straight into my eyes and gave a terrifying grin.
I woke up with my suppressed scream finally escaping from my lungs. It was loud. So loud it could wake the entire neighborhood up.
I was facing on my digital clock. It's 3:14 in the morning. The red numbers kept on blinking back at me, every second seemed slower. It feels like it was taunting me.
It was a dream. A nightmare. But it felt more real than anything else.
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