I spend half the morning cleaning the slime off my couch. I'm even more sore than any of the other times, the times that I slept through, and I can't help but wonder why last night was different. Was it punishing me for trying to avoid it? Would it get worse if I didn't cooperate?
I'm not about to let myself become some demon's fuck-toy without a fight. I lay in bed, wide awake and waiting, my heart thumping in my chest as midnight draws near. This might not work. I don't know anything about ghosts or demons or phantasms or whatever the fuck this thing is. This could just make everything worse.
The covers begin to creep down my body and I squeeze my eyes shut, taking slow, deep breaths until I feel the sheet beneath me start to ripple. My eyes snap open and I choke back a scream as one of the demonic hands rises up, hovering over me. I grip the rope in my sweaty hands, then throw the loop at one end over the arm, tightening it with a jerk. The arm pulls back, trying to disappear into the bed, but I fight it, digging my heels into the mattress as I heave.
I wrap the other end of the rope around the bed knob, securing it just as a second hand lunges up out of the sheets at me. I kick the arm, then grab a second rope I have waiting, catching the arm and tying it to the other bed post. The headboard creaks as the arms flail and jerk, trying to get free. I pick up another rope and wait. There were always three arms before.
It shoots up right between my legs, grabbing at me, and I feel the sharp claws rake my skin, but I throw the rope over it and scramble off the bed, puling until I can tie it to the post at the foot of the bed. The whole bed shakes as the arms thrash, but it can't get free. With a strange, sibilant moan, a mass of tentacles squirm up through the rippling bed, sliding over the ropes, but I was a Boy Scout -- I know how to tie a knot.
"Release us," a chorus of voices hiss, a thick, wet whisper that makes me shiver.
"What are you?" I ask.
"We are dreams, nightmares, desires, shame, fear, perversions, secrets," it whispers, the different voices saying different things at the same time.
"What do you want?"
"Your seed, life force, energy, cum, essence."
"Why? What do you need my cum for?"
"We need human essence or we die," it hisses. "Release us now. We will not come back here again."
"No, you'll just go rape someone else," I say. "Maybe I should just keep you here and let you die."
