Deadly Habits

Chapter 2

It's dark and it stinks and I'm going to kick that glittery bitch's ass when I get out of here.

Constance looked around the dimly lit cell and stood slowly. She was still woozy from whatever Glitterbitch slipped her, so the dim light swayed in her vision.

Okay, list your surroundings. Algae-covered walls, wet floors, a rusty door, and one oil lamp. Constance closed her eyes and listened. Water... waves... It didn't smell like the Hudson, it was salty. Beachside maybe? There was one window, but it was high. If she tried to scale the wall, she'd slip. Constance walked over to the door, sliding her heels off as she went.

"Hey! Anyone there??" Her voice echoed down the hallway, raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

A growl started low in the dark behind her. Wait, she'd... she'd been alone in the cell, right? Constance slowly turned her head, "W-who's there?" A snarl made her jump and turn. Nothing. Except the figure staring at her from the window now. Constance pressed herself against the door. She bit back a scream when it leaned in and smiled at her, a humanoid figure with no skin and no eyes.

Drugs. She slipped me drugs, and we know its a hallucinogenic and a depressant from the way she took me down.

Constance started shaking and a chill bloomed in her body and she groaned, "Fuck me, not now..." Withdrawl. She looked around and spotted her purse, rushed over, and thanked every god she knew that everything was still inside.

The creature was reaching for her from window now. Constance pulled out the vintage jar in her purse, uncapped it, and with the little spoon inside she snorted the red and white granules. Immediately her body began to relax and the anxiety in her mind eased.

Constance was disgusted by herself. How had she gotten to the point that she needed a bump just to soothe anxiety? Not for the first time, she wished her species was easier to kill. She rubbed her shoulders and looked up at the window. The creature was gone. Constance sighed and felt the high start to take over. At least she could have that while she waited for whatever to come through her cell door. She scooted toward the wall and leaned back, closing her eyes. Maybe I can get some sleep too...

Constance suddenly felt rough hands gripping her shoulders, and her eyes popped open, it was the creature again. She could smell the rotting flesh and recoiled. "Oh god... get away!" Constance went to throw a punch, but it started attacking her. Biting, hitting, scratching at her face and mouth. She finally let out a scream when it swiped at her and left four deep red gashes between her breasts. Constance screamed in pain, only to be cut off by the creature shoving sour blood down her throat.