Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 20

After Kirsty asked so many questions, worrying like a mother hen, she finally left Grace to get ready. She sat up in bed, thinking what fucked up nightmare she had. She was terrified and she hated to admit it she was a little turned on.
The things that they did to her body, she wanted to forget but she knew it was suck in her brain. She was use to pain, starting from her father, Doctor Channard with his experimental treatments but this was new. It was heavy and a little disturbed. They talked about pleasure. All she felt was more pain but they seemed to get turned on, but as they played with her, things she experienced herself she liked what they were doing.
Grace had read in books and magazines that people enjoyed pain and pleasure in the bedroom. But for her, it was a little too much and a little to quick. She had only started exploring her own body what she liked and disliked.
But been totally submissive left her feeling more aroused and curious. Was it okay that she wanted to fall asleep and continue when they left off. It frightened her. Her body tingled and she felt wet.
Shaking her head and trying to remove those thoughts, she pulled the bedsheets away from her body. She moved and she felt pain in her lower area. She hissed in pain, teeth digging into her bottom lip. It was the same pain she felt in her dream. Standing up slowly, she felt something nudge inside her. It was long and sharp. She realised she was bleeding. Rushing into the bathroom and turning on the shower she undressed carefully. Stepping in, she watched blood flush down the drain.
Her fingers made contact between her legs and she felt something sticking out her entrance of her vagina. With a shaky breath, she pulled it out. There was pain, but it didn't hurt. Lifting the object up, it was a curved knife. It was the size of her hands, it fit snug. The knife was covered in blood, bits of flesh stuck to the sharp tips.
It was real.
How.
Dreams or nightmares can't be real.
Her hands flew to her mouth to muffle a scream. She sobbed, staring at the knife. She didn't want to alert Kirsty, god knows what she would think if she was the state she was in now. She would be shipped back to the loony bin.
"Grace...you nearly done?" Kirsty's voice said at the other side of the door.
Grace cleared her throat. "Nearly. give me ten minutes."
Grace cried as she washed her skin, she took special care to clean her lower body parts. She noticed the blood had finally stopped.
She stood facing the mirror. She was white, ash white. Her eyes black, that stood out with her now white eyelashes. Her palms held scars that ran between each finger. Her veins no longer a hint of blue, they are now black. Only thing that didn't change was her hair, it looked longer and more healthy. She noticed teeth marks littered her body.
She dressed quickly, putting the knife inside her heeled boots. The cloths rubbed against her skin, tingles erupted her body. She wanted to moan in pleasure.
"You are... beautiful..." A voice whispered.
Grace smirked.
She met Kirsty in the living room. She stared in shock. "A little heavy on the makeup. Don't you think?"
Grace shrugged.
"We have to go...daddy called. He wants us to meed him at The Ship Inn." Kirsty explained.
Grace frowned. "Is he okay?"
"I don't know. Sounded like he'd been crying."
Grace gulped. "Let's go."