*SCREAM*
Last night, whatever happened to her was beyond words, her all night long endless suffering and pain couldn’t be told when and how it was ended. All night she was in the grip of that devil who had been feeding on her, but last night it was inexplicable suffering for her. She was all alone in the hell, that house was not a house anymore, it had become a workshop for the devil where he was toying and experimenting on her like a mad scientist and burning her alive as raping her again and again.
She woke up in the pool of blood coming out from her private parts, she was in unbearable pain. Everything was blurred before her eyes even she tried to make a focus on the things around her and when she got all her senses back she felt pain in her lower body. She touched herself down, her eyes filled with tear when she saw her fingers drenched in her own blood. She tried to crawl but cried in pain when her lower part of the body moved little bit further. Rags on her body was sprinkled with blood, she crawled few inches out from the blood and laid on her back catching for breath. She had become so weak and looked pale she had been in this state for days, almost a month and couldn’t breathe in the free air, she felt like she has trapped in a cage because it was obvious wherever she’d go he’ll come after her. There was no way of getting out this, she couldn’t even dare to pray to god, the devil could know it and hurt her like he did it before. She kept lying there, crying on her fate while thinking what went wrong , what did she do that she shouldn’t do? Why her? Why was he after her?
After a few hours when she gathered some energy she got up to move ahead to the bathroom so that she could wash off the blood from her body. Stepping properly on the floor was almost impossible task for her, stumbling and taking the hold of things she reached for the bathroom. She moaned in pain when warm water fell on her bruised body and ripped those rags off her body and when she looked at her reflection in the mirror she realised that her whole body had been a canvas for him, on which he carved his desired paintings with his claws, her thighs, her breast, waist, arms all were telling the story of her suffering and his pleasure.
She fell on the floor crying and squeezed her belly because of internal pain, it cannot be said when everything blackened out before her eyes. It was noon time today, everywhere was the brightness of sun except that house, the unwanted piteous depressive environment had been invaded the home, it was dreary and dull everywhere inside the household. When she woke up and found herself lying naked on the floor in the bathroom.
She decided to run away, to go far away at least from this house because every corner ,every room , every wall had been keeping an eye on her ,whole house was feeding on her, sucking the soul and taking life out of her body. She wore a long coat to hide those bruises on her body grabbed her purse and got out as fast as she could, she felt the warmness of sun on her cold skin when she stepped out the house. She could breathe again and those little things meant world to her because that devil was snatching everything out her hands, Every breath of her life was on his mercy.
She ran away from that house, her own house had become the terror for her because of that hideous, brutal creature tormented her every single night and day. As for her safety she decided to get to a public place nearby, she found a pub, the sunshine was not that bright at once it's got weakened minute after minute and darkness drew its strength back again, it was Devil play time. She went inside and sat on the a stool in front of the bar and ordered a drink, it was not so crowded, but yeah, it seemed safe, she could not risk her life alone in the darkness where every dark force was his slave, the light was her hope. Alcohol helped her body to produce warm, living in that house was similar as sleeping on ice, it also facilitated her to find her strength and courage back. She set up another drink, the bartender set the drink down as she held her to produce the drink bartender got hold of her hand, being scared she looked upward to his face. Her face became white when her eyes filled with the bartender whose eyes were crimson as blood, there has been no pupil just red blooded eyes.
“YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY, HE IS EVERYWHERE……”
When someone interrupted and asked for a drink his eyes became normal and he got back to normal again, threw off his brain as he was blank had no idea what just happened a few minutes ago.
This scared hell out of her, she tried to make her shaking hands stable and walked out of the pub. She was on the street walking among the people it seemed like everyone was looking at her, every eye had been stuck on her. She rested on the park bench, it was dark and cold but she was relieved to be away from her own house and that pub. As soon as she closed her eyes was compelled to sleep due to weakness. She had the dream of her running away from that demonic figure, he was coming after her so she was running for the sake of her life in the endless darkness. But the Devil was everywhere, coming out of nowhere she was totally surrounded by his dark evil servants who were trying to catch her. A hand came out from the dark and pulled her back to it she screamed and tried to kick it away but his clutch got tightened with every effort she made to free herself. That hand threw her on a table carved from the stone, she ran her eyes on the surroundings, it was the same jungle where she had been with her bf and encountered with the devil.
Creeps headed up like charmed snakes under the table and tied her up on the table, she was trapped on that table as a patient on OT who is lying there under the influence of Anesthesia or dead turkey is served on the dinner table. Fire encircled the table thrice like voodoo has done purposely as that circle has black magic powers seemed impossible to break.
With a strong wind, he presented himself was looking exactly as she first saw him in the woods deformed figure of human got red skin, black eyed devil with two horns on his head. It was so ghastly to see, she screamed in terror and tried to move, but it was no use since she was like a fish without the water flapping for its life.
He bent over her to rip off her dress with his sharp claws and dug his nails into her skin as she opened her mouth to screech he poured bloody thick fluid into her mouth. She woke up struggling for breath, grabbing her neck since she was choked. She fell off the bench on her knees to vomit loads of blood, which shaped itself into a black magic design of three circles.
To be continued....
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