Born From a Mirror

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This chapter contains: NC, F/F, Fdom, WS, torture, and snuff. Enjoy.

Born From a Mirror

The hallway blurred, and shifted. Heather’s knees felt weak, the impact of the shifting hallway on her already over stimulated senses threatening to force her into unconsciousness, but she managed to stumble through a doorway into another room before she fell to her knees, panting for breath, trying not to retch.

“What… happened?” she whimpered, ‘The last thing I remember I was climbing a ladder, and then I was back in the hospital… but it was different…’

Slowly, she returned to her senses, and to awareness of her surroundings. ‘It must have happened again’ she thought, ‘I’ve returned to that other world’. Slowly, cautiously, she raised her head.

The room was much the same as the others she’d encountered recently. The walls looked like iron exposed to sea water, crusted over and disintegrated with rust. The rust was vividly red and brown, and to her eye looked unnatural, as though rather than rusting naturally the iron had been cut, and bled, and had scabbed over. This room was for the most part unremarkable in this world of blood and rust, with two exceptions. There was a sink in the corner of the room on the right side of the door she’d entered, and the opposite and widest wall was given over entirely to one giant, room-length mirror.

Limp from relief that this room didn’t house any of the abominations she’d been fighting and running from for the past several hours, ever since this nightmare began, she slowly got to her feet. She felt mysteriously drawn to her reflection, and stepped closer.
‘I guess all of the demons in hell are no match for a teenage girl’s vanity,’ she thought with an ironic smirk. ‘God I look awful.’

Her eyes were red from crying. She’d almost lost it completely when she’d found her father’s corpse (her adoptive father, as she found out later), and again after she’d avenged him upon the monster who’d done it - Once again, she swore to make Claudia pay for his death. Her arms were covered with barely healed scratches of cuts from where she’d narrowly evaded the deadly monsters that prowled this bizarre world. Her knees were scraped where she’d stumbled and fallen in desperately trying to run away, and to escape this monstrous place.

She stood like this for almost a minute, assessing the damage, when she saw something in the mirror and felt the bile rise in her throat again. Behind her, tendrils of red slowly came out of the sink. They didn’t rise through the air, but rather the flowed along a surface, as unnatural and unnerving as water flowing uphill. She whirled around, nearly falling over as her knees weakened again in shock, only to find… Nothing. The sink stood there innocuously, innocently, in seeming denial of any maliciousness.

Slowly, the sound of her heart and her breath echoing in her head, she turned back to the mirror. The red tendrils had progressed further; they were flowing over the floor and walls slowly towards her mirror-self. However, what really terrified her this time, other than the red water’s creeping progress, was that her double in the mirror had not moved. Her duplicate stared back at her with pleading eyes, and she could almost hear her duplicate begging for salvation.

Heather’s scream surprised even herself. It was not a sound of fear, it was a sound of savagery and of liberation. If words could kill, that scream would have shattered the other world and brought her father back to life. But when she heard it, it seemed strangely small; as though the walls had consumed her suffering. As if this world was devouring her emotions the same way it was devouring her mirror-self.

She banged on the glass as hard as she could. She used each of the weapons she’d collected in turn, banging at, cutting at, shooting at the glass. None of them did a thing, and the herself on the other side merely looked on, pleading, with those bloodshot eyes red from crying about their shared tragedy.

While Heather raged on, crying, trying to break the glass, the tendrils made their slow and streaming progress. They reached mirror-Heather’s boots, and slowly crawled up her legs. Wherever they touched, time suddenly took hold with a vengeance, and anything which wasn’t Heather herself decayed and melted away. Her mirror-self’s boots crumpled and faded, disintegrating before Heather’s eyes, and the red water flowed up mirror-Heather’s now-bare feet, and up her legs. Her mirror-self still stood there, statuesque and pleading, as the red water flowed further up. Her skirt, her vest, her underwear, all dried into dust and fell away. Heather jumped as her alter-self spasmed suddenly, and opened her mouth, her face contorted- Heather didn’t know how she knew, but she knew her mirror self was screaming. The floor vibrated, the walls pulsed; this scream was everything except audible.

The Heather on the other side of the mirror thrashed around, trying to escape from the flow of the red water. The water flowed across her arms and belly, completely ignoring her movement. The naked Heather on the other side of the mirror collapsed onto the red-covered floor, as the tendrils explored her. She was shivering as the red water violated her, dripping everywhere. The world moaned as the red water gently made its way up and in, flowing into her vagina and up through her asshole. Everything was happening in reverse, and as though she was simultaneous urinated, defecating, and lactating all in reverse the red water flowed into and through her nipples, urethra, and sphincter.

The world was rumbling, pulsing, shaking as though it were falling apart. Heather stared on at the grotesque scene before her, crying, despairing although she didn’t know why. The water flowed through her mirror-self, as the red covered figure thrashed around on the floor the water finally made its way to her mouth and eyes. It finally flowed over her face into her eyes and mouth…

The rumbling stopped. The world was perfectly still. Heather slowly stood up and took a breath, but she couldn’t hear the sound of her breath, or her heartbeat, or any of those sounds she could always hear and that reaffirmed her own existence. The room was exactly the same, but it was like she’d gone deaf, or like her body had died leaving only a reanimated corpse, and which didn’t make any of the noises that human bodies made. Reluctantly, she looked at the mirror again and sucked in her breath (though she couldn’t hear this).

Her mirror-self was standing again, and staring at her. It was different than before though, because while the figure in the mirror was undeniably her it looked in, many ways, completely different. The figure in the mirror’s skin was pale, almost translucent, like a drowned corpse. Her fingernails were blue. Her hair was black. And where the mirror-Heather’s eyes had been lost, sad, and pathetic, this girl’s eyes were burning with lust and cruelty.

Those eyes held Heather down, and stole her breath like a hand around her throat. Slowly, she raised a hand towards her reflection, wondering if she could really be seeing this apparition…
A cold, hard, cruel hand reached out of the mirror and clamped onto her wrist with an iron grip.
No blood flowed in that hand, but the red water leaked out from under her fingernails and up Heather’s arm. Heather couldn’t scream, the eyes still paralyzed her with their lust and fury. Her doppelganger’s left arm reached out of the mirror and gripped her right shoulder. Heather could feel the cold of her hatred right through her jacket vest, and the red water burning through like cold molten steel.

The dark Heather pulled herself through, as though Heather were her anchor to the world, and pulling her ice-cold body up to Heather’s she grabbed the back of Heather’s head with her left hand and pulled her face in as she kissed her hard, their teeth clicking together as their faces met. Heather almost vomited again as her alter-self’s cold, hard, wet tongue violated her mouth; she tried desperately to get away, but the other Heather was as immovable as though she were made of marble or iron, and no matter how she struggled the dark Heather didn’t budge even slightly.

The other Heather finally broke off her kiss just as Heather was about to pass out, and with a dark and mischievous grin reached down under her skirt and into her panties. Heather whimpered slightly as the ice cold hands of her duplicate met with her sensitive flesh, and bit her lip as two of dark Heather’s fingers parted her and dove into her. Slowly, dark Heather teased her with her fingers, rubbing her clit with her index finger as both cold digits plunged into Heather’s warm, moist depths. Heather started to move her hips against Dark Heather’s forearm, gasping in wanton lust as dark heather brought her higher and higher. Along with the red water flowing into Heather from the darkling’s fingernails and from the scars on her arms, Heather’s own juices dripped down her double’s arm and onto the floor.

Heather once more screamed out loud, this time an orgasmic scream of exultation and despair, as her duplicate smiled a dark smile and Heather felt a sudden premonition and trembled. In the throes of her orgasm, Heather felt her double suddenly tense. The dark Heather bent her fingers sadistically, hard iron digits digging cruelly through the top of Heather’s cunt to come out on top, covered in blood, a couple of inches from her entrance. With a flourish, the double pulled her fingers out hard, removing Heather’s clitoris as well as all of the surrounding flesh.

Dark Heather let Heather fall once more to the floor, gripping the place between her legs where her clit used to be as blood welled between her fingers and she screamed through gritted teeth. The dark double laughed, the dark world resounding with her cruel joy, and grabbed Heather’s hair, picking her up from the floor and shoving her face between her ivory-white and iron-hard thighs. Quickly, in an almost businesslike fashion, the doppelganger rode Heather’s tear stained face to a fast orgasm, spilling unnatural red juices all over the pitiful girl’s face. Bending down, she kissed Heather once more, sucking her tongue into her mouth and savoring it for 10 or 20 seconds before cruelly biting it off and spitting it back into Heather’s face.

The world once more vibrated with the monster’s satisfied giggle, as she slowly squatted down above Heather’s violated form and placed her thumbs over Heather’s eyes. Slowly gouging her thumbs into Heather’s eye sockets, Heather’s screams were somewhat muted by the large amount of blood gushing from her tongue stump, and were completely silenced but for a couple of small, pitiful gurgles when her double pissed red water into her recently de-tongued mouth. As the darkling’s bladder emptied, she dug her thumbs in all the way to their base and crushed Heather’s brain. Licking the girl’s grey matter off of her hands, she sauntered out of the room, barely able to contain her joy.

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Heather walks back into the hallway after being in that small room for close to an hour. She seems to be feeling much better than before, and in fact seems to be entirely unphased by the shifting and blurry halls before her, or by the monsters that block her way. Her eyes are clear, unhesitant, and burning with cruelty.