Drowning

Captured (Again)

"Oh, okay. I mean that makes sense. We had some good times when we were a couple." "We were a COUPLE!?" She yelled. Norman flinched. "You were my fiancé." He muttered. "Slow down, Norman. You said we were getting married?!" Sammi said.

Suddenly a vein of shadows began to creep along the walls. "Great!" Sammi hissed, lowering her voice. "He's near!" She took off running, Norman in tow. "What do we do?!" the projection whisper-yelled. Sammi looked around in a panic. Then she saw it. A Miracle Station. "In there!" Sammi hissed, pushing Norman inside.

She closed the door just as a shriek rose in the air. The Ink Demon has seen her. "Wait-What about you!" Norman yelled. Sammi took off running. I'll find another station!" She yelled over her shoulder. She ran fast, hearing the demon thundering behind her. Before long, She'd left the room behind her and was running through a maze of halls. I don't remember this. She thought, looking around wildly.

The shadows on the walls grew darker as the demon grew closer. Sammi fought back the fear that was crawling up her spine. No. She had to run. The demon snarled trying to grab her. Fear shot through her body as she felt the claws of the Ink Demon.

She shot down the hall, adrenaline making her go faster. She found herself at a dead end. Panicked, she ducked into an office. She looked around wildly. A small desk, a few chairs...Nothing she could hide behind. Her eyes fell on a closet. It would have to do.

Sammi rushed across the room and entered the closet, shutting the door carefully so it wouldn't bang. The closet was tiny, and Sammi ended up sitting on the floor, under one of the shelves. Her heart was pounding. The demon was coming. Sammi could hear it run into the room, pausing. A shuffling noise. The sound of paper rustling. A chair is being dragged across the floor. It was looking for her.

Fear shot through Sammi's body, and she moved closer to the wall, away from the closet door. A shadow moved under the crack of the door, followed by a low whine. Sammi stayed still. A scratching noise. It was trying to get into the closet. Sammi closed her eyes and pressed against the far wall.

A scuffling, then, something thick and goopy touched her foot. Ink. Sammi let out a little yelp, jerking her foot back. Immediately the scratching became faster and more desperate, and the whining became higher and more insistent. It knew she was here. The ink pressed against her, curling around her legs and slowly crawling up her back. Sammi whimpered as she felt the ink curling around her. It was thick, warm, and stuck to her like gel. She heard a strange tinging noise and realized the demon was messing with the closet handle.

Sammi closed her eyes tight as the demon figured out how to open the door. The door creaked open, and Sammi trembled, hugging the wall. The ink pressed around her, ink cradling her almost gently. There was a pause, a shuffle, and then silence.

The demon's hand lightly touched her head, claws combing through her hair. Sammi whimpered as it grabbed a hold of her, pulling her out of the closet and into its arms. Its grip was like iron. There was no getting out of it. Sammi felt the demon pull Sammi close to its chest, and felt its breath on her cheek.

Sharp inhalations. It was smelling her.

It nuzzled her, breathing deeply as if to draw in more to the scent. Then something warm and wet dragged along her cheek. Slowly. It was licking her. Sammi whined as the demon licked her again and again.

Then it stopped, nuzzling her again and standing, Sammi still in its arms. Sammi cried silently. The demon's fingers lightly brushed her cheeks, wiping away her tears. A small sound came from the demon, a small chirp-like noise as it stroked her cheek gently. The demon began to walk, headed through an ink portal formed in the wall. Sammi had been captured. Again.