Black Blood [Eng]

Hidding

Henry's POV:

I knew that if he caught me I was dead. His inhuman shrieks filled my ears and his light illuminated what was in front of me, so I knew that he was close.

I ran up the stairs like a soul carried by the devil and I thought I saw heaven's gates opening when I found one of those "Little Miracle Stations" a few meters from me. Although I knew it was a temporary hiding place that I would have to leave again soon to confront the horrors of what had once been my job, it was good to have a break no matter how ephemeral it was.

At first the light of the Projectionist still slipped into the tiny window that the box had but then I was surprised by the fact that his footsteps sounded more like stepping away rather than approaching (and I was sure he should have seen me hiding).
I only understood it when I felt the ground tremble and that noise rumbling in my chest.

'Bendy' was close.

I held my breath involuntarily when he came so close that I could see him from my little peephole.
He was not alone.

He seemed to be dragging something or someone. Sammy? Alice? Boris?
Of all the names that passed through my head none was the name of the person who was with him.

Because of it's figure it looked like a rather young girl. Although I couldn't see her face because she had it covered with ink, she was too young to have worked in the studio 30 years ago. Maybe she came after I left?

She tried to fight against the ink demon's grip  but he holded her tightly in his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. When I focused more I understood why I couldn't hear her; her mouth was covered with a kind of old rag or cloth.
Why was he taking her? Was he going to kill her in front of me?
Did 'Bendy' know that I was hiding there?

I was going to close my eyes but curiosity won me when I heard how he left her on the wooden table that was in the corner of the small room. Then I could see her better.
Her (y/h/c) hair reached a little bit more than her shoulders but it was quite stained with ink. Thanks to that it took me a few seconds to realize that she actually was half naked, with her shirt torn up under her breasts, and a skirt under which clearly she was not wearing underwear from what I could see when she flexed one of her knees.

Judging from her movements she seemed tired... but my imagination was yet not twisted enough to guess what had happened and was about to happen.

I heard her whisper the name of the beast that had brought her here (or at least what I could figure out because of the piece of cloth) in a weak and submissive way, while he used the hands he had nailed in her waist to explore her thighs and clear me any doubt about whether she wore underwear or not. Her soft voice was somehow familiar but I didn't understand why. 

I could feel my pulse quicken as my hands tensed behind the door. Was I going to sit there and do nothing while 'Bendy' did whatever he has in mind for that poor girl?.
But somehow she seemed submissive to him when she threw her head back against the wall while he put his hand under her skirt beyond where I could see.

I noticed that the blackened parts on her neck were not proper ink stains but it was rather as if she had the ink under her skin, running through her veins..

Trying to think of anything other than the obscene gestures that Bendy made under her skirt and her increasingly loud sighs and moans through the fabric, I turned my gaze to the stairs that went down to the floor covered in ink, and for the first time I wished that the Projectionist appeared to put an end to the grotesque scene.
But luck was not on my side since I decided to go back to that damned studio.

I swallowed and my eyes returned to that beast disgusted by the fact of being attracted to look, like a moth attracted to the light. Was I really going to stay still? If I were her, I would like someone to help me..
Although I still had some doubts in my head judging by how she threw her head back shaking as 'Bendy' played with her nipples. If it weren't for the situation, someone would have a hard time believing that she was not enjoying it...
In fact, she stopped putting her hands on his torso in a pathetic attempt to keep him away and put them on his shoulders sinking into his inky body.

Suddenly I saw him do something I didn't know he could do 'til now.. He opened his mouth revealing his sharp teeth, on which the ink also slipped easily, and let out a long black tongue that seemed to melt. Because of my position I only saw the scene in profile, but seeing the mouth of 'Bendy' opening up from front had to be a terrifying sight. Although she didn't even shiver when the demon directed one of his hands to the gag that covered her mouth and pulled it to break it.

Again she whispered his name before he put his long tongue in her mouth in a kind of sick kiss that I was sure she was consenting to, although she made a sound as if she was going to throw up, which I'm sure was the ink running down her throat.
I closed my eyes when I heard the obscene wet sound and her moan of surprise and at the same time of pleasure when he finally entered her.

I closed my eyes with all my strength and tried to think of anything, but the unmistakable sound of the act and the skin crashing again and again against the ink dragged me back to the bowels of the studio.
The harmonious voice of the girl countered with the low growls of the beast that took her without mercy. Somehow her voice brought back memories of my home..

It reminded me of Linda.

I wanted to be at home reading a good book with her by the heat of the stove. I wished I had ignored the letter from an old friend who had actually exploited me when we had worked together..
But here I was, locked in a box so I could do nothing more than witness or hear a scene worthy of a (pornographic?) horror movie.

I opened my eyes just a hair to see that 'Bendy' had one of his hands around her neck (the one that he hadn't on her hip to take impulse) as if he were to choke her.
My blood iced again. It reminded me of my daughter, who was of a similar age to her or maybe a bit younger, and what would I do if I saw her in such a situation. I clenched my fists but my chest released a little pressure when I observed her expression better and saw that, unlike any sane person, she was enjoying it.

She seemed to want to look into his eyes (did he really had eyes under that ink curtain?) while she opened her mouth showing a tongue completely stained by his ink.
Her hands were still on his shoulders, as if they had been stuck in the ink, and her legs strangled his waist so I couldn't see the private parts of both from my position (thanks to heavens...).

I turned my sight away again, praying that my forced voyeurism came quickly to an end, when I heard a particularly loud and terrifying growl that could easily have made me tremble.
Almost involuntarily, I looked at them again and saw that 'Bendy''s thrust became erratic and deep while she clung more to him and looked up as if she wanted to say a pray to the heavens.

Bendy ran a hand over her face as if he wanted to clean it of ink while she screamed freeing herself from her orgasm, and it was particularly unpleasant when I heard and noticed the thick black drops that seemed to fall from the table to the floor forming a small puddle.
I didn't even knew that 'Bendy' could...

Consumed by the spasms, I watched as she leaned towards the demon in a kind of hug resting her head on his shoulder.
It was then that I could see her well.

And I wish I had not done it.

It was (Y/N). My daughter. My own daughter. How had I been unable to recognize her until that moment? Despite being covered by ink, she is blood from my blood and that hair --- it is certainly the same as her mother's.

While I watched her with wide eyes and jaw broken in horror while my mind digested what I had just witnessed; my daughter being raped (..or not?) by that monster, 'Bendy' turned his head towards the "Miracle Station". Towards me..
Did he know I was there? Had he done it on purpose?
His creepy smile told me so but, on the other hand, he always seemed to have that smile as if he was making fun of me...

Bendy took my exhausted daughter back in his arms, bridal style this time, and left through the door that was just opposite the table, away from me. . .