You stayed in the shower for what felt like forever; even after the hot water ran out you remained on the shower floor, sobbing and aching in places that should never have happened.
But you didn't understand what you had done wrong this time. Why was your boyfriend so suspicious? He had only said that he didn't trust that nothing had happened.
And then stupid me went and invited that fucking plunger inside...
That goddamned rebellious voice had gotten you into trouble. Why couldn't you keep it under control? And why, after two years of agony, did it decide to suddenly rear it's ugly head?
Shaking you managed to get back onto your feet, ignoring the throbbing pain in your lower region as you stepped from the shower. But fate had other plans for you that night, as you promptly began to scream, staring at the foggy mirror.
The words "LET ME IN" had been written there.
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It was a wonder that the screaming didn't wake your boyfriend, but then again he always slept like a corpse. You eventually worked your way to the sofa, laying a towel down on it before trying to calm down and relax. You didn't want to bleed on the bed, nor did you want to be anywhere near him. Not that night.
Your stomach churning, you made a good attempt to sleep, and succeeded for a few hours. But you were groggy and disoriented when you were abruptly shaken awake. Your boyfriend had the nerve to look annoyed at you, frowning as he adjusted his tie. "I understand you may feel a slight bit uncomfortable, but that gives you no reason to be lazy, darling."
Was he fucking serious? As naked as you were you ignored that fact, hiding the tears streaming down your face as you walked into the kitchen to cook him breakfast. The pain and soreness would be there for some time, you already knew.
It didn't matter what he ate, so long as he ate something and didn't decide that the punishments weren't over quite yet. As you cooked at the stove he slid behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. "If you so insist on being nude, I won't mind," he purred low, into your ear, one hand trailing between your thighs and playing with the warm flesh there.
This asshole is actually HORNY AFTER WHAT HE DID TO ME?!
That voice again. It refused to be ignored. You winced against his touch, and he surely had seen it, for he pulled away with a chuckle. His voice was amused and malicious. "No, perhaps I won't touch you quite yet. You haven't earned it."
What am I, a pet to you? Is this all just a fucking game?
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At long last he left, and you remained in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess you had made. Tears continued to roll down your cheeks as you cried silently. The ache went on, refusing to be ignored, just as the rebellious voice was.
I want him dead. I want him dead and rotting in Hell, I don't care if I have to send him there myself!
But did you bear the strength to overpower a man like him?
The TV flickered back to life, filling the tiny house with the sounds of static. And... was there laughter? High in pitch, sounding very pleased and perhaps even a little insane? There was, there was no way you could be imagining it. Not now, not when the TV was acting of it's own accord two days in a row.
Quietly you walked into the living room, ears filling with that same strange laughter. It was most definitely coming from the screen now. You knelt in front of it, eyeing the static carefully. Would it show a message again?
The probability of your TV acting on it's own was very, very low, and yet somehow you didn't bother with the logic of the situation now. You would have plenty of time to dwell on it later.
Sure enough, the screen changed from black and white to a solid green. Black lettering began to fade into view.
"LET ME IN"
Let who- or what, rather- in? And would you even do it? Your heart was racing in your throat, head spinning. What was going on?
The letters faded slowly before flashing again. And again. And again until they were burned into your memory. Your lips parted slightly for a few moments before you spoke. "What... are you?" Were you even talking to anybody?
"I CAN HELP"
Help? Help how? What the hell did you need help with? But that was a stupid question, and somehow you knew it. You knew damn well what it was that you needed help with. The tears started to fall again as you shook your head. Swallowing hard, you let out a soft sob before you could speak again. "You c-can't help me. I don't know what you are but you can't help me!"
"YOU SUMMONED ME"
Summoned what? You blinked wildly, trying to get the tears to fade away again. "I don't understand," you murmured. "What are you? What the hell are you and what do you want with me?!"
"LET ME IN"
It was beginning to repeat itself again, flashing the same three words over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to comprehend what the fuck was going on.
I summoned this... this thing? What the fuck did I summon? And what does it want?!
The screen continued to flash for all of two more seconds before the messages stopped. Waiting. Waiting for you to let it in.
What did I want so badly to summon this fucking shit that's going on?
I... I wanted to send him to Hell.
You swallowed hard. "Is that it?" you asked quietly. You placed your hand on the TV screen, flat, the image still that vibrant green color. "I... I summoned you because..."
"I WILL DRAG HIM TO HELL"
