Her eyes were closed as she was trying to catch her breath. She opened them and sat up to get a sip of water. She was acting as if what had happened didn't when suddenly there was some shuffling going on around her room. She still chose to ignore it. It was quiet for a bit, but then whispers and chants were filling her room to the brim. She gave in and opened her eyes, then looked around without turning her head.
There was a misty black shadow that was forming from beneath her bed and it settled itself on her reading chair. It was still bubbling, but the chants were quieting down.
She was absolutely petrified, every single bone in her body was stiff. Her throat was as dry as the Sahara desert. All she could do was stare and wait for what was about to happen.
As her heartbeat was slowing down, she could finally move her fingers that's when tentacles began shooting up from the black shadowy blob that was on her chair. She screamed while flailing her arms frantically. However the tentacles held her limbs down and held her throat hard enough that she couldn't make noise but could still breathe.
She laid there thinking that she was hallucinating, probably because her coffee was expired or spiked, but she was definitely feeling everything this monster was doing. The tentacles began to burn her skin. She began grunting and trying to break loose from the creatures grip, but her efforts were useless. She eventually got tired then stopped completely hoping that her act of playing dead would somehow convince that thing that she wasn't worth anything special.
It was quiet, especially since she was playing dead. The creature had finally got a good grip on her before sliding off of her reading chair.
It began building itself up on its own sludge of black while keeping the grip on her tight. She whimpered as tears came down her face slowly. The monster was standing tall but not too tall, almost like five foot and a half. It waved it's remaining tentacles up in the air before finally morphing into what seemed like limbs. Human limbs.
It looked like a time lapse of an artist creating a portrait. The face was becoming more and more chiseled, there was detail, but it still looked like it was carved by gods. Kiara was just staring, there wasn't much she could do but just watch.
Finally, there was what appeared to look like a handsome young man with a head full of black hair and a soft caramel skin color. The eyes were pitch black, but it's nose was small, almost like a button nose. It had high cheekbones, big and dark eyebrows, and pink lips. The smile it made at Kiara seemed to mock her. He loosened the grip from the tentacle on her throat and she took a deep breath before looking at the creature up and down.
"What the hell are you, and where did you come from?" her voice was trembling.
YOU ARE READING
Beneath Her
Science Fiction"Suddenly her bed began to rumble as did her whole room. It was as if her apartment separated from the others and began frantically dancing. It stopped abruptly. It was silent again"
