Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 7

Grace laid in the hospital bed waiting for her family to return. As it turned out, while Larry was getting his wound cleaned, he fainted.
Her eyes scanned the room the tenth time. Boring white walls, yellow stained tiles, lumpy beds and itch sheets.
"I heard you was here. How are you feeling?" A tall man in his late forties entered the room. He was dressed in an expensive suit and neatly combed hair.
Grace smiled. "Doctor. Channard. What are you doing here? You're not sick are you?" She asked worriedly.
He smiled. "No. The receptionist called me, it's on your file..."
"...if I end up in hospital, they have to call you straight away." Grace finished his sentence.
He chuckled. "Correct. I just come to see if you were okay. You are like a daughter to me, I need to know if you are safe."
"I know. I'm fine." She tells him softly. "I was helping Larry move the bed, it happened so fast. I can't remember much."
"It's okay, Grace..." He paused and stared at her. "How have you been? Are you still having nightmares?"
"I'm doing great. It was hard at first, too adapt outside the hospital, but I'm getting there. I'm keeping myself busy and I'm still writing in my diary."
"Are you still using the puzzle books I've gave you" he asked with interest.
Grace smiles, her eyes lighten up. She loved puzzles. " All completed and posted to you."
"And the nightmares?"
"None" she tells him truthfully.
"Good. Good. Well, I have someone to see, they ordered a puzzle to my door and now I'm delivering it to one of my patients...I'm glad you are getting better."
Grace frowns. "Puzzle?"
Doctor. Channard smiles. "Rubik's cube." He whispers.
She watches him walk towards the door.
"Doctor. Channard!" She calls.
He pauses and turns to face her. "Yes, Grace."
"Can you say hello to Tiffany and tell her I miss her." Grace asked politely.
"Off course. Get well, Grace."
Grace smiles and watches him leave the room. She finally relaxes in bed after seeing a familiar face.
Doctor. Channard has been her doctor since the beginning. He was there when no other doctor was. She told him everything, even about the puzzle box and the angels she'd seen while been close to death. He has been her father figure for ten years.
Grace hears a knock on the door, she opens her eyes. Kirsty was standing in the doorway.
"Come in." She says sleepy.
Kirsty smiles and slowly walks towards her. She sits at the end of the bed, her hand rested on Grace's leg.
"Don't give me that look." Grace tells Kirsty.
"What look."
"Pity."
Kirsty gulps. "Sorry."
Grace sighs. "It's okay...."
Grace pauses as a nurse comes in. "Visiting time is over. You can come back tomorrow."
"Can you hide me? We can sneak out together." Grace whispers.
Kirsty rolls her eyes. "Where am I going to hide you?" Kirsty plays along.
Grace thought. "Your jacket. It's big enough." She says seriously.
Kirsty laughs. "True. But hopefully it's just this night. You should be home in the morning."
"I hope so."
"I will see you tomorrow."
Grace pouts. "Don't go." She whines.
"Love you."
Grace smiles. "I love you too."

Back at number 55 Lodovico house, in the attic bedroom, the floorboards starts to shake violently. Larry's blood disappears into the boards. Two arms shoot out from the floor, nothing but blood and bone. Fingers start putting themselves together. Each finger stretches as thick jelly-like substance, stretches like a rubber band. Little bits of bones come through the board's, shifting together like magnets, reattaching themselves, making a human spine. It flops forward and attaches to the brain. Vains dance, ribs form into human skeleton. It lifts itself up, head flying backwards, and it lets out a child-like cry.

Grace's eyes snap open. They move from side to side in fright. With blurry eye sight, she tries to look in every corner of the hospital room. Each corner was darkness. She rolls onto her back and rubs her tired eyes, but she couldn't. They were chained to the bars on her bed, thick hooks inbedded into her palms. She struggles, but the chain and hooks pull in the opposite direction, ripping open her flesh, cutting off the nerves in her hand.
As Grace struggles, making matters much worse, she doesn't see the blue light slowly creeping into her room. She doesn't notice a figure slowly approach the bed.
A hand shoots out, gripping Grace's neck tightly. Her breathing is cut off. She is forcefully been pushed back into the pillow, it's strength keeping her in place.
Her eyes widen in fear, she goes to scream, but the creature puts two thick bloody fingers deep into her mouth and throat. She gags.
The creature face is blurry, but she could hear chattering off teeth in her ears.
"Ah, Grace. It's so good to see you again." A voice says from somewhere in the room.
It steps out of the shadows and stands into the blue light. The figure was tall, dark with a pale head from what she could make out. It stretched it's hand and removes the blanket from her body. She was only wearing her hospital nighty.
She stares wide-eyed, fear as the figure starts crawling up her body. She notices chains tightly wrapping around her legs, pulling them apart.
It's pale fingers that were covered in blood stroked up her legs. It's nails digging into her soft skin, breaking her skin as blood trickles from the wound.
The figure bent his head, it's hot tongue licking and biting the wound. It's saliva sinking into the open wound, making her wound tingle and burn. It licked higher as her legs pull wider.
"No." She thought. Not there. She wanted to cry. She hated her lady parts. It was scared.
It inhaled. It's nose pressed against her core. She felt something else, thin cold metal scraping her inner thies. It didn't hurt, it felt strangely nice.
It purred and it's hot tongue licked slowly at her folds.
Grace's body jumped in shock. No one had been down there, she was still a virgin. She wiggled, her moans were muffled by thick fingers that slowly pushed deeper down her throat and out again and back in. It tightened it's hold around her throat as she felt fingers slip into her core.
She cried from the pain and pleasure. Her scars stretched and burned with every thrust of its fingers. It licked quickly, it's saliva covering in and out of her core. It burned painfully. The saliva burned and sizzled hitting every scar.
Grace cried. It started to hurt. She wanted it to stop, but it added another finger. It pumped in and out of her quickly, as it's tongue drew circles, biting and sucking her clit.
She could feel it, her first orgasm. It came on so quickly, her body shook violently. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
It moaned, licking up every drop. it lifted it's head and slowly crawled up her body. It nipped at her skin with its teeth, pulling at her nipples, making her body jolt.
It chuckled. "So responsive."
A chain came from the darkness, it's thick hook sinking into her flesh.
Grace screamed, from both pain and pleasure,vas the other moved it's fingers out of her mouth to her clitorus. It rubbed slowly. Teeth chattering wildly.
The pale creature removes every bandage away from her body.
"You are beautiful." It whispers.
With quick movement, it attacks her skin with scratches and bites and licks.
Grace bits her lips to stop moaning, but the creature that was pumping at her core leaned it's body and it's head disappears. It's like it's body stretches. It's still has it's hand around her neck.
Grace moaned.
The pale creature sits up, and used it's butcher knife to remove the stitches. It was cold, hot, sharp, all rolled into one to the touch.
She winces as the stitches were removed from her body. The creature leans forward and starts sucking on the area. She could feel blood coming up the the surface with each suck. It stretches his hand onto it's head and removed something.
A very long thick pin.
The creature cuts it's wrists and pulls the vains from it's fresh, ties it to the end if the pin and starts to stitch her wounds up.
Grace screams as she could feel thick dried blood clots been sewn into her skin. It was slippery with a thick rubbery texture tugging at her tissue muscles. It was sewing her very deeply.
It chuckled. Teeth chattering wildly. They were exited. It kissed her lips.
"It's time to wake up, my queen."
Grace's eyes shit open, her body bolting up from the bed. A loud scream tour through her throat. Arms tightened around her.
"Grace. Calm down. It was a dream."
"Kirsty?" Grace cried, holding onto her sister.
"It's alright, it's time to take you home."

Sorry if this seemed rushed, but it's past one in the morning and I'm tired. I just wanted to get this chapter down. Sorry for any mistakes, but I will correct them when I have the time. Thank you for reading and supporting me, it means so much. Much love