Corrupted on the Inside and Out

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I felt arms squeezing around me, and my body seemed so heavy that I couldn't get up. I felt him nibble on my neck, and then kissing me on my forehead. I struggled and wiggled from his hands, but he held me so tight that it was so hard to move. Then I opened my eyes and saw a faint face just inches away from mine. My eyes widened with fear, and I could barely breathe. He gave an evil smile and forcefully kissed me, repeatedly on the lips. He held my face towards his, and made sure I couldn't move nor turn away. I wanted to run away, I really did. But where ever I went, he'd always follow me. No matter how many times I had tried to kill myself, he'd always be there to prevent it. No matter what I did, he made sure I suffered every day of my life.  

Finally I screamed like bloody hell, and he stopped. The second his grip loosened, I pulled myself from him and jumped off the bed. I quickly scurried to the far corner of my room, getting far away from Incubi. He got off of my bed and walked towards me. I closed my eyes praying silently to God, wishing for his help. I had prayed so many times to him, that I couldn't even count. There were rare nights that Incubi wouldn't show up, but that was only for at least one night. And I'm sure that was God preventing him from torturing me. But it never lasted very long. Incubi would always find a way back to me.  

"In the name of Jesus, please help me. Please someone help me." I muttered to myself, as I began to cry. But then I heard laughing in the distance.  

"No one will help you Scarlet. If anyone does, I'll just drive them away like I did to your friends and family. No one will ever help you. Not even God himself would dare help you." he growled. Next, I felt his breath on my face, but I didn't dare to look at him.  

"Why me Incubi?" I whispered, knowing he heard me. 

"Why you Scarlet?" he repeated, then paused. "Because you are the most fun person to torture. Your beautiful, hot, and very sexy. And your always scared every single night, and you never do a thing about it. Well, not anymore at least." he smiled, well I'm very sure he did. I didn't comment about what he said, and continued cowering in my little corner. Then I felt his finger rub against my cheek, and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "Shhh it's alright. I'll be back tonight." he said, and I heard his footsteps getting further and further away from me. When I couldn't hear them anymore, I opened my eyes and noticed he was finally gone. After what seemed like an eternity. So I began to cry again, covering my face in my arms.  

'Will this ever end? Will he ever leave me alone and let me get on with my life.' I thought. But thinking about all of that, just made me cry even more. But then after I heard my stomach growl, I decided I should eat something to calm my hunger. So I got up and walked to the kitchen and pulled out some Honey Nut Cheerios and milk. Next I brought the cereal to my counter and began to eat it. But the taste did not appeal to me. I just felt like an emotionless zombie eating cereal. No feelings, just nothing.  

Ding-Dong

I flicked my head towards the door, and was really scared now. No one had ever rang my doorbell in years. Who could that honestly be? Students from my school, taunting me of their freedom and making stupid jokes a me? I quickly grabbed a pan from one of my cabinets, just for self defense, and walked slowly towards the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw a single man. But he really wasn't a man. He looked about the age of eighteen, a perfect and flawless body, a plain white T-shirt that exposed his muscular arms, and he had dirty blonde hair. His eyes were clear water blue, that would probably sparkle if they were in the sun. Then I did a reality check. What am I thinking? I'm being haunted by a demon and whoever gets close to me will pay a price. Why am I gawking over a guy who I don't even know?  

Then I moved from the peep hole and walked away from the door, waiting for him to walk away and for me to continue on with my horror life. But the doorbell rang again. 'Is this guy seriously ever going to give up?' I asked myself. However, I just ignored him and continued to eat my plain breakfast. But this guy wouldn't stop. He was very persistent. After a minute of waiting, each time he would double press my doorbell and wait another minute. What kind of person even does that?