UnBEARable (Interracial ) (Man x Male Demon)

Chicken

It's currently 3am by the time I'm pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex. I cast a glance at Lyssa to see that she is completely passed out cold, skirt hiked up for the entire world to see her granny panties. Sighing, I reach over and attempt to shake her awake, she stirs a bit then mumbles something incoherent before passing back out. No amount of me jabbing my fingers into her sides can stir her awake for a second time.

Cursing her out under my breath I unbuckle us both before I walk around to the passenger side door and snatch it open. First I don't get my chicken now I have to play babysitter to this drunk wench. Somebody is playing a cruel joke on me tonight.

Lyssa is nothing more than a heap of flesh as I try to coax her into using her own two feet. Had I not of gripped her by her waist she'd of been a heap of flesh on the ground . I have a bad back so unfortunately for her she would've just been on the ground til the paramedics came.

I struggled with my house keys all the while still trying to maintain my balance and support of Lyssa's drunk ass. Once I had it unlocked I practically fell through the door with Lyssa in tow.

Cussing again I head to my living room where I am finally able to dump Lyssa's body. I stretch my arms out once she's safely on the couch hearing the satisfying cracks and pops of my wore out bones.

Before heading to my room I try my luck of finding food in the kitchen. I internally screamed after finding not a single crumb to my name. With a heavy sigh I headed into my room and began rummaging through my closet for a blanket and pillow for Lyssa.

I walked back to the couch she was currently passed out on and took off her high heeled boots, which literally could of been classified as a lethal weapon. Then I tuck the pillow underneath her head and throw the blanket on top of her.

" Ugh I don't know why I'm so good to you, you heffa cow. You really don't deserve me," I chuckled knowing all too well that Lyssa would've definitely been talking shit had she of heard that.

In the next second I'm heading into my own room to change out of my nightclub clothes. I wouldn't really even classify them as 'nightclub clothes' they're more so just my more dressier clothes.

I settled into bed with my eyes closed tight trying my best to ignore my growing hunger pangs. I was so hungry I could eat a cow, literally. Ground that bastard up, get me some steak seasoning and grill it on up! I chuckled at myself for being so fat.

I glance at my alarm clock it was 3:49am already. Time was zipping by it seemed. In the next second it was 3:50am. Snuggling under my warm blankets I close my eyes trying to drift off into lala land.

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The quiet shuffling of feet scurrying across my hardwood floor was enough to stir me awake. Cracking open a bloodshot eye I look at my alarm clock and saw that it still read: 3:50am. My previous brain fuzz was now slowly dissolving away as I was becoming more alert and more aware. Something was very wrong here, not only was it impossible for the clock to still display the same time it had from when I had fallen asleep but the atmosphere was suddenly stifling and ominous.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I listened again. The rational side of me was hoping that maybe Lyssa had woken up and started wandering around. That was what I was determined to delude myself into believing but all belief and rationale quickly flew out the window along with my very soul when I heard shuffling in my room. I know for a fact if that had of been Lyssa she would've said something or at least made some kind of distinct noise but whoever this was, was moving with purpose. I was sweating bullets underneath this cover but I'll be damned if I moved even an inch.

I had my eyes sealed shut hoping in vain I could still feign sleep but my trembling body was definitely a dead giveaway.

The soft almost indistinguishable footsteps crept along agonizingly slow toward me until I felt my bed dip down from the person's weight.

'Our father who art in heaven...'

My mental prayer was cut off when the covers were drawn back and something cold and slimy was pressed against my lips. I thrashed about in complete terror swinging wildly but it was as if I were hitting a brick wall. Whatever was above me neither flinched or moved. I was just barely able to crack my eyes open to fully assess my situation.

Gazing down at me with the most curious red eyes was the same person from the alley! I was absolutely terrified. I audibly gasped in horror. It wasn't until they rubbed that same cold, slimy, mush against my lips again did I get a chance to realize what they'd been doing.

The cold slimy mush they'd been pressing against my lips was...

"Chicken" the creature said in the most disturbingly deep, raspy and distorted voice I'd ever heard before showing me a razor sharp grin.

I don't know how long I hollered.