Heavy red tapestries lined the walls, hanging on gold rods embellished with carvings of dragons, their ruby eyes glinting in the candlelight. A lone candle sat on the dark wooden table beside the four-poster bed, its flame casting jagged shadows across the dark stone walls. The balcony doors, gold frames supporting thick glass, stood ajar, hot summer air creeping into the chambers. As the wind blew in, the doors squeaked.
A boy sat in the middle of the bed, naked body trembling despite the summer heat. Skinny arms wrapped around a pale torso, the body still immature. Milky teeth nibbled on a red lip fearfully, as the candle flared, its shadow dancing eerily on the walls.
A door opened as a shadow walked in, dark cloak drifting around the form like smoke. The boy's breathing faltered, as large, round eyes peered up as the shadow reared above him. The shadow had a head and body, the shape changing and morphing as wispy black tendrils solidified into voluptuous curves and sharpened talons. The shadow took the form of a beautiful woman, full lips painted in a rich ebony. Dark brown hair flowed past sharp cheekbones in thick waves, the curled ends falling past the woman's slope of the woman's behind. Though her body was sharp, her face was an abyss of darkness, the only feature being a pair of gleaming red eyes that licked up and down the boy's form. If there had been lips, they would have been twisted up into a devilishly painted smile.
The boy shook as he scuttled back on the bed as the shadows licked at his toes.
"Please don't hurt me," the boy pleaded, tears streaming as he hugged his body tight. The shadow laughed, black tendrils wrapping themselves around the boy's porcelain ankles, spiralling up his leg. The shadows were cold, his skin prickling as they climbed up to his knees, pulling at the shaking limbs. "Please, I'm scared," the boy cried again, the shadow-woman's form climbing onto the bed, which stained black as her hands dripped with thick ooze.
"Shhh, boy," a velvety voice soothed, the woman's taloned hand gripping the boy's chin, lifting up his head. Ruby lips quivered as tears slipped between the parted buds. Sharp nails scraped along the boy's lower lip, drawing blood.
"P-please," the boy choked again, as the shadows pulled at his legs, crawling further and further up his body. The shadows pressed and tore at his white skin, wrapping around his torso before snaking around his wrists like manacles. With sudden force, the shadows pushed the boy down into the bed, his wrists pinned down at his sides as the shadows raked over him. The woman's face morphed again, the shadow turning into a face of dripping black ooze which flowed to form a sharp nose and full lips, which parted as they neared the boy's face. The boy's terrified cry was muffled as the black lips smothered his, the taste bitter as poison filled his mouth and nipped at his tongue.
Body paralysed by both fear and shadow, the boy's eyes clenched shut as a shadowed hand pressed against his stomach, the boy gasping in pain as sharp nails dug into his flesh, drawing crimson blood which blossomed against his whiteness. Her poisoned tongue licked at the blood he spilled, putrid heat blossoming in his lower abdomen as the shadow seemed to swallow him whole.
"Please stop," the boy moaned weakly, fear spilling from his lips as the woman pulled back, red eyes gazing down at him like a hunter. The boy choked out a cry as the woman smiled, her nails digging deeper and deeper into him. "I'm scared! Please stop! N-No! Please!"
"Mine," the shadow hissed, as the boy screamed, blackness filling his soul.
Keir's wet eyes flew open as his mouth parted in a choked gasp, his body trembling has his hands fisted the sheets, muscles taut. The fabric beneath him was damp with sweat, his chest heaving as his eyes tried to see in the pitch black of the dark. A slit of light slithered in from under the doors to his chambers, illuminating a small patch of the wall where his washbasin sat, freshly folded linen lying neatly upon a silver tray. Keir panted as he tried to still his breath, struggling to inhale as his chest spasmed in panic. His mouth tasted of iron, where had had bitted the inside of his cheek in his unconsciousness.
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