Gone Too Far (SamandColby)

Chapter 5: Meanwhile...

Time passed in a dream-like blur for Sam.

He got bits and pieces between the darkness. He tried to claw at the bits of consciousness he did have, seeing his room, his computer, flashes of Kat and Colby's face. However, a heavy darkness held him in a chokehold, wrestling him back down into unawareness.

He was in and out, and truly had no idea how much time had passed when an image snapped into clear view in front of him.

He still clearly had no control of his body, or he would have fallen back in horror at the image in front of him.

It was Colby, practically hanging from his wrists, naked and covered in blood.

"Colby!" Sam cried, but his voice didn't make it outside his body. Just like before, he was trapped in his own mind.

What the fuck was going on? How had... how had he gotten here, how had Colby gotten here, who had...

And as he felt his hand slice a gash into Colby's leg, all of his questions were answered.

He had. The demon possessing him had.

"You're a strong one..."

The deep voice from before was back, the voice that Sam instinctively knew belonged to the demon possessing him.

How had they gotten here? Where even were they? It looked like some sort of sex dungeon and with Colby suspended here...

Fuck, how had they even gotten here? What had the demon done to Colby to get him here?

"What are you doing?" Sam demanded. He strained to move his body on his own, but it wouldn't. He couldn't do anything but stand by and watch as Colby cried out in pain, begged him to stop. "Why are... what... what did you do? Why are you doing this?"

"Sam... Sam, please..." He heard Colby whisper. His voice was desperate, and the pain Sam heard was more than just physical. It was emotional too.

Even as he registered where the demon had pressed the tip of it's knife (more of Colby's dick than he ever wanted to see) and the unspoken threat in the location, the realization slammed into Sam like a brick wall. "He thinks you're me..." He said, horror dripping through him like molasses. "He thinks it's me torturing him."

Fuck... He couldn't even imagine how much that would be fucking with Colby...

" It is you." The demon explained, "At least, as far as he knows." Sam felt that heavy darkness try to shove over him again, and he tried, he tried so fucking hard to fight it, shove it off of him.

He heard Colby cry out, saw blood start to pour from his leg from where the demon had slashed. "Stop- stop hurting him!" Sam pushed with all his will against the force trying to suppress him. "Fucking stop! Colby!"

He felt something like excitement from the demon, pleasure. He scowled internally, hating that this thing was fucking enjoying hurting him and Colby.

And then the pleasure hit him, rushing through his veins and suffusing his chest with some sort of euphoria. But in it's wake, Sam felt immediate shock and disgust rocket through him. What the fuck... He didn't enjoy this. It was the demon influence. The demon was the one getting off on hurting Colby.

"You fucked up freak!" Sam shouted, "You're enjoying this!"

The demon. Not him.

He felt the displeasure rather than words this time, annoyance. Sam felt like him being this aware was not part of the demon's plan. The darkness came for him again, and he fought it off for only a few more moments. He couldn't... this was Colby, Colby thought Sam was torturing him...