You grab your banishing rock as Hunter drags you out from under the bed. You whimper when your stitches catch the carpet and pull on your skin. You kick him and try to crawl to the other side. If you can just get to the Ouija board, you can summon help.
You make it.
With no time to celebrate yet, you dart past the laundry hamper that contains the shirt you were wearing when you passed out earlier and two of your white towels which are stained red with your own blood.
You open the door and run into the living room only to smack right into Estarossa who must have heard you running.
You may as well have run into a brick wall.
You fall backwards and your head hits the hardwood floor.
The room spins for a moment.
As you get back up, Hunter runs into the living room.
Estarossa is standing over you, holding your Ouija board.
"Looking for this?" he taunts.
You would back away if backwards wasn't the direction that led to Hunter.
"I don't think you'll be needing this possessed toy anymore," Estarossa says.
Estarossa breaks your Ouija board over his knee.
He grabs your arm and pushes you over to Hunter. You try to push Hunter away from you but he grabs your wrists and one of the disadvantages of a hardwood floor is that your socks offer no traction whatsoever as he drags you back into the bedroom. Estarossa follows.
Hunter throws you onto the bed then turns quickly to lock the door behind him. He crawls onto your bed. You've changed addresses multiple times to avoid him and, thanks to Estarossa, he's found you again.
He kisses you and forces his tongue into your mouth. You bite it and he pulls away for a moment. You taste blood.
"Don't be like that, baby, you know it makes me mad," he says as he hits your side.
You whimper at the pain of the blow and try to push him away again but he weighs a lot more than you do and he's stradling you. You struggle as he pushes your skirt up, grinning.
"N-no!"
Your fear, for once, mixes with rage and you hate him. Oh, gods do you hate him. And the more that hate overwhelms you, the more those hate-filled tears spill down your face as Hunter takes off your underwear and unzips his pants as he had done countless times when you dated him, the less you can move. Are you frozen in shock?
You can't fight back as Hunter forces your legs open.
You choke on a sob and in your blurry, tear-filled peripheral vision, you see Estarossa leave.
And you can move again.
"No..."
He punches you right where the stitches are and you retch but since you haven't eaten in awhile nothing comes up.
Hunter clamps a hand over your mouth as he plunges his fingers deep inside you. He moves them around, his long nails digging in painfully and you cry as his lips graze your ears and he whispers "loosen up for me, baby."
You raise your banishing rock and bring it down to hit his head with a crack. You hit again and again and again until your hand comes away and you notice the streaks of blood on the pointed end of an otherwise clear quartz crystal.
Hunter falls on top of you, dead.
You struggle under the weight but free yourself as the rush of adrenaline in your body makes you shake.
You collapse against a wall and cry, unable to do much else.
There's so much blood.
You look down.
Your stitches have come apart.
Half of the blood on your bed is yours.
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The Graveyard (Zeldris x Female Reader)
Fanfiction(AU) You just wanted a nice relaxing beach day but nooooooo you had to get kidnapped by a cult and sacrificed to a demon prince. You're not dead. That's a start. But you would definitely prefer not to be naked. Stupid cults with their stupid rituals...
