Nightmare of Silent Hill

NOSH 6: Perpetual Possession

 

Roger

 

“Zoe, can you pause a second?” I ask the poor girl to stop her story yet again. The director is waving at me, telling me to come talk to him. I know Zoe’s story is coming to a close so the interruption bothers me. We have been interrogating her for an hour since our last pause. Judi looks at me and pauses the tape. Her glum expression makes me feel a pang of guilt. I leave the interrogation room and approach the director. He pushes a stack of papers in my hands. They are Zoe’s files before the events of Silent Hill. I look through them. They contain her birth certificate, school transcripts and therapy reports.

The director says, “Apparently, she has a consistent behavior issue. She’s seen therapists since she was 6 years old. The profiler needs some clarification on details before she went to Silent Hill. The questions are in the back. Be sure to ask them before proceeding with the interrogation.”

The director’s haughty, nasal voice irritates me in my exhausted state. I manage to squeeze out a somewhat polite “Ok.” I’m thinking, ‘Why doesn’t the profiler come down and ask them him damn self?’

 

I walk back into the interrogation room with the papers in hand. Moving makes me realize that I’m sweating at the pits and how hot I am. I loosen my tie as I sit down. I take another swig of vanilla Coke before flipping to the page with the questions. I skim them and they look pretty standard. I nod at Judi. She presses play on the recorder.

 

“Zoe, are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?” I ask her.

She shakes her head in decline.

“I have a couple questions for you before we continue with your story. Is that okay?”

She smirks, “I guess.” It’s more of a reaction than I’ve gotten out of her for most of the interview.

I ask slowly, “Zoe, where did you live before you traveled to Silent Hill?”

She furrows her brow, like the question confuses her. “Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.”

“I mean more specifically.”

“Oh um, in a student apartment with my boyfriend, Kyle.” The name came out weakly.

“You were going to college, right?”

She nods. “The Institute of Music at Penn State.”

“For teaching Musical theory? Did you enjoy school?”

She pauses. “Yeah, actually alot.”

“Did you have any relationship problems with your boyfriend, Kyle?”

This answer came out quicker and softer, “No, we barely argued. He was… my life in a sense.”

“So why leave all that to go to Silent Hill? Something must’ve prompted that trip.” It wasn’t an accusation, just a question.

“I told you. The dream.” The statement is curt, out of irritation.

“If that’s so, why didn’t you leave earlier?”

A long pause. “I told Kyle about the dreams. He suggested that I go.”

“It says here you declined the phone call awarded to you during your processing. Did you tell anyone you were going?”

“No.” She didn’t look at me.

“Why not?”

“I wanted to go alone. It felt like it was something I had to do alone. I knew they would worry. It was my intention to call them once I got there.”

“And why not call them now?” I am genuinely curious about this question.

She looks at me. “Imagine telling the ones you love that you’re being held for questioning in a murder case. Imagine telling them everything I’ve told you.”

It sounds sane, the way she says those sentences. Like she knows how crazy she sounds. Like she’s a sane person in a crazy situation. It catches me off guard. I’ve never thought of her as a normal person in a traumatic situation. It’s been too easy to label her as delusional and mentally instable than to give her any benefit of a doubt. It seems more likely now that she’s fought slight instability her entire life. Being beaten and raped in that town just sent her over the edge. ‘I’ll find the bastards that victimized this girl and did these horrible things to her.’ I almost feel obligated now, looking at her in this grisly state.

 

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Kyle

 

In the three days Zoe’s been gone, everything’s seem to go to hell. It all started when I got home from a show, Zoe’s not home and the single note on the fridge. It was eye-level where she knew I would see it. It said simply:

 

Kyle,

Be back in a few days. Went for some thinking time. I’ll call you.

Zo

 

At first, I took it at face value. I figured she went to see her parents or something. Then, I got to thinking about it. She never saw her parents. She disliked visiting them. She didn’t like the city. ‘Where would she go?’

 

When the second day came with no call and her friends saying she wasn’t in class, I started to worry. I tried calling her cell but it went straight to voicemail. I called her mom, but she didn’t go home. Of course, her mom flipped out. She asked me a million questions but I knew better than to tell her anything. I called the cops on the third day. They stopped by, took a description and a report.

 

After they leave I slumped over on the couch, my mind racing. I tried to think of anything that would tell me where she went. I paced around our small apartment, her things and her smell all around me. I felt sick with worry. Something came to me. I checked her computer. It’s unlocked. She always did hate the things. I checked her browsing history. The last one is from four days ago. My heart dropped and my eyes widened. Several sites on Silent Hill are the last things she visited. ‘She didn’t take me serious, did she? And to go alone. I know she was really upset about her dreams and her inability to have sex with me but to go this far. Why wouldn’t she tell me?”

I grabbed my coat and my keys. It was about a four-hour drive to Richmond from here. I ran out the door with doubt in my mind and sick worry in my heart.

 

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Zoe

 

 

The agent finishes with the questions. I almost feel like I should call Kyle now. Who knows what he’s doing. My twin in the mirror is back but this time she doesn’t disappear. I ignore her as much as I can. As soon as I’m finished with my story, I’ll call Kyle. I promise that to myself as the agent bids me continue with my story.

 

 

 

“The elevator comes to a grating, sudden stop. The doors whine open allowing hot, suffocating air to smother our faces. It felt like we just opened an oven door. My clothes instantly stuck to my skin. It was dark down here, the only light a reddish hue coming from out far in the distance. I pulled out my flashlight and turned it on. I had extra batteries just for this. I switched the shotgun out for the revolver. I only had a couple of rounds left for the shotgun anyway and I couldn’t juggle it with the flashlight. I gave the Doctor a reassuring glance and noticed he pulled out a flashlight as well.

 

I led, taking a step out of the elevator. Only then did I notice it was a grate below me. We were in a cavern, with nothing but a grated walkway holding us over a pit of fire. It didn’t help my already ruined nerves. I stepped slowly watching for monsters and my footing. To my right was rock wall and to my left it was open. I made my way to the banister and looked down. It was literally a pit of fire, smoldering and crackling below us. I gaped at the distance. This must lead down to the mine fires. I decided to keep moving. Another 15 feet was without incident, until there was path to the right. The outcrop was attached to the ceiling and there was a single box on it. It was a bit odd, but I thought to try for it. I stuffed my gun in my pants and handed my flashlight to the Doc. I told him, “Keep it pointed on the box.” He nodded.

 

I crept out onto the hanging piece. It shook when I moved. The rods in the ceiling must be the only things supporting it. I scooted forward a slight bit more. The whole thing shook beneath me. My heart went to my throat and I started shaking. I scooted slowly forward, ignoring the way the whole thing shook with each movement I made. I made it to the box and snatched it up. The whole outcrop shook vigorously. I lost my footing and landed on my ass.

The doctor shouted out, “Zoe!”

“I’m fine.” I shout back to him. I slowly rose from my feet, using the banister to steady myself. I moved slowly back. When I reach the Doctor, I breathed a sigh of relief. He grasped my arms with a look of panic on his face.

“All that for this.” He looked at the box in my hands.

I looked at him. I looked at the box. It was undecorated wood box about the size of a shoebox. I lifted the lid slowly. Inside were a bullet and a note. I read the note first:

 

You’ll know when.

                                                A

 

It was a gift from Alessa. I looked at the bullet again. It was for the revolver but looked very odd. There were hollow engravings in the entire casing. I stuffed the bullet and the note in my front pants pocket and set the box down. I looked at the Doctor. He asked, “What is a single bullet going to do for us?” I didn’t know.

I simply mumbled, “Lets keep moving.”

 

The grated walkway closed up into an actual hallway. It was still hot but at least it was solid ground. We kept moving at a slow pace until we hit our first fork. The walls all looked the same ashy gray. To our right was a dead end. To our left was a darker hallway. I heard a loud screeching noise. It sounded like metal grinding on metal. It made my teeth hurt and sent a cringe through my shoulders. My heart pounded. We looked around anxiously. The wall to our right shook and my head snapped to watch it. The screeching stopped.

 

Suddenly the wall shattered. Loose rock scattered to our feet as we watched in rapt horror what lie beyond the shattered wall. A great monster of a man stood beyond the broken wall with a bloody pyramidal case on its head. It stood at least 8 feet tall, with the stature of a linebacker. It wore only a bloody, gritty apron. It stepped through the wall. I saw the muscles then, thick and corded all throughout its arms and legs. It spoke then, it’s gruff voice rumbling through my bones, “So foolish child, to stumble into our lair. The demon wants you dead. And I shall oblige her.”

 

It brought up its weapon, a great slab of metal, sharp, and as tall as me. My feet unglued from the floor and I ran. I felt the doctor behind me, close on my heels. I didn’t stop or slow down until I met my first fork. I cursed. ‘No, no, no … this can’t be happening.’ My lungs burned and my heart was thumping wildly. It was straight or right. I peered behind me. The red monster was almost upon us. ‘I was running as fast as I could! How did he catch up to us so fast! A right it was.’ I clamored down the hall and picked up pace to a run again. My mind was racing. ‘Was I just going to keep running? How do I kill it?’ My sides ached and my lungs burned. I was too scared to stop. The doctor was falling behind. I peeped behind me. He was slowing, his breath short and sporadic. I yelled, “Doctor! Run!” It was a strain just to get the two words out. He jumped as the metal slab clinked down, grinding on the floor. He sprinted to match my pace. I hit another fork. ‘Goddamnit!’ The corridors were a straight and left this time. The monster was quick, coming behind us. We moved left, praying it was not a dead end. In short steps, it brought us to another fork of straight and left again. I picked left last time so straight. I took a few quick steps and rounded a corner to find a wall. My eyes blurred and my heart damn near came up my throat. I panicked. The pyramed headed thing was rounding the corner. My heart hammered in my chest. ‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’ I pulled the gun from my pants and pointed it at the guardian. I heard the doctor whimper. He lumbered toward us. We backed up until the doctor hit the wall. We were done for.

 

“Nowhere to run now, sweet prey. The smell of your fear is intoxicating. I want you for my own.” It grumbled. I saw the shadow of an erection under its apron. Bile rose in my throat. I lifted the revolver, aimed for its chest and pulled the trigger. Click, bang, click, bang! The gun thundered in the small corridor and spots of red appeared on its abdomen. My wrist throbbed as I brought the gun level with it. My ears rang from the thundering gun. The doctor edged his way past the demon as it reeled from the shots. It laughed then. “Please fight, rabbit. It only makes it sweeter.” It brings its slab of a sword up and tears flood my eyes. ‘I’m going to die. Right here.’ Images of Alessa’s sweet face flashed in my mind. The thought of Kyle’s shy smirk followed. I ducked, barely making it under the sword. I rolled forward coming up next to the monster. He swung around slowly. I dashed to the doctor. To my utter dismay, the red monster caught me. He had me by the sweater. I looked at the red demon and down at my shirt. I dropped, bringing my arms up. I got out of the sweater and scuttled along the floor. He swung his ginormous sword and missed my skinny ass by an inch. I felt the air as the sword missed me. I jumped forward and sprinted past the doctor. I went back to the fork and round the corner to the left. I curved two more corners and spotted doors out of the labyrinth. They were giant metal double doors. ‘That might just keep him up.’ I picked up speed, willing my burning legs, searing lungs to move me faster. I hit the doors, immediately grabbing the handle and screeching it open. I let the doctor pass through the doors before I look back. The red pyramid head had stopped and was laughing. I quickly squeezed through the doors and slammed them behind me.

 

I stopped and breathed if only for a moment. I listened and on the other side of the door. Nothing. ‘Why did he stop chasing us?’ I stuffed the gun in my pants before I put my hands above my head in an attempt to catch my breath. The doctor was doing the same. “We should get going, just in case he follows us.” I said between deep gulps of air. He nodded as he panted. ‘I’m scared out of my mind, truth be told. That…thing was from my dreams. It was the thing that…raped me every night.’ The guardian’s words brought shivers down my spine. ‘No. I’m getting Alessa and getting out of here. There’s no way to kill it. What was I going to do if he came back?’ The doctor readjusted himself. I switched to my handgun. I had half of a clip of handgun rounds and only 4 revolver rounds, which I wanted to save. I only had 2 shotgun shells left. Admittedly, It wasn’t much. Regardless we trudged on.

 

We entered what looked like a prison. It was linear in space allocation and ancient in design. The bricks were black and worn. The bars were rusty. There were no prisoners in the cells. We walked a few more cells down and came across a large metal door. This door had barbed wire on it and a red symbol painted on its belly. I recognized the symbol. I had seen it before on the floor of the hospital. It was composed of a big circle with three smaller circles within it. ‘The demon, it must be the symbol of the demon,’ I thought to myself. A loud click-clack sound echoed down the prison and interrupted my train of thought. I whipped around, panic almost setting in. ‘Please no, not him again.’ I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and whipped my gun up. It was one of the odd creatures, the one’s that looked like two pair of legs attached at the torsos. I immediately fired two rounds into the one closest to me. It went down easy and blood pooled around its body. The doctor had gotten behind me as I shot the thing. There were four more, two to my right and two to my left. The one most right from me was also the nearest. I popped two more quick shots into that one. One of the things on the left kicked the doctor down. I popped that one as it goes to pounce on the doctor. I kicked its bleeding body off of him before going to fire on the next one. My gun clicked. I cursed. The doctor got in front of me as I threw the gun down and pulled out my shotgun.

 

The 2 leg monsters converged on the doctor. One clipped him as it lashed out at him. I pushed him down and blew a hole in the one that kicked him. The last one pounced on me, sending me to the floor. It was like a sack of potatoes getting thrown at me. I went down and the thing battered me. It flailed and kicked out at me. The doctor circled us. He aimed his gun at it but hesitated to shoot it. The thing kneed me right in the sternum as I yelled, “Kick it!” He did so, missing me by an inch and it flopped off of me. I brought the shotgun up and blasted the damn thing. A splatter of blood hit the wall behind it. The doctor helped me up and I dropped the gun. I was out of ammo for the thing anyway. I looked at the five corpses and thought of the ammo I had to waste on them especially with the two invincible guardians still around. I kicked one of the bodies out of frustration. I only had 4 revolver rounds left.

 

We opened and went through the metal door. The room brightened as we entered. We finally came upon a large open prison with a stone slab of an altar in the middle of it. The room was at least 50 feet tall and the size of a small gymnasium. I had been feeling panic build up in my chest since the elevator and now it felt like it was going to tear through me. The doctor had been silent, trotting miserably behind me. We moved further into the room. The altar was covered in dry blood and a large oval mirror sat behind it. A desolate desert of rust and horror lay beyond the mirrors surface. I recognized this scenery immediately. Tears filled my eyes and I sunk to my knees. It was the room in my dreams. ‘Did I come all this way, just for my dreams to come to fruition? Please no! What does it all mean?’ I heard the doctor shift at my side. I punched the floor. ‘Where is Alessa? The guardians or the demon will come to finish us off. I can’t rescue her.’ Somehow I knew I never had a chance.

 

I heard the doctor hiss in a quick breath. I felt a soft small hand on my chin. It lifted my face to see her. Alessa looked pained and is panting slightly. My hands went up and around her sweet face. I kissed her again and again. I cradled her gently in my arms. Thank ‘God she’s safe.’ She was trembling and panting. She stopped me. “Zoe? You fool.”

I grabbed her hand and jumped up. “We have to go. Now!” I shouted.

She didn’t budge. “I can’t.”

“Alessa?”

The doctor piped up. “Because it’s her. She’s the demon.”

Her eyes shifted to him.

I let her go. I felt my heart drop and the tears started again. “What? No, …that’s not true.”

She looked like someone had shoved a knife in her belly. “Zoe, do you have that bullet?” Her voice was shaking and she was grasping at her midsection.

My eyes widened. I put my hand on my pocket.

“It’s for me, Zoe. Please. I wish I were stronger. Before I…” She stuttered and shook violently. “Please, hurry…” Her eyes shifted color. “I can’t…please.”

I was numb, speechless.

She seemed to still herself for a moment. “You were meant to do this. I’ve prepared you for this. This whole time…Zoe, shoot me so that…” The shake came back more violently. I watched her skin shift. Her eyes were rust colored. My mind was recalling the school. She gave me the gun. She was the one raped by the janitor. That’s how she knew I would kill him. The scene at the hospital flashed back in my mind. First appeared the part where she absolved the nightmare when I was being chased by the gauze monster. Then later after we made love, she went with that creature willingly. I was at a complete loss. I was numb, my mind, my lips. ‘She did prepare me for this, for me to kill her. She needed me to love her. Why?’

I immediately took the bullet from my pocket and chambered it in the gun. I looked up again. Barbed wire split through her back.

Half-scream, half-plead, “Zoe, …release me from this …nightmare!”

 

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            Zoe

 

I’m shaking at my own words. Anger, sorrow, frustration, guilt eats me alive as I relive those moments in Silent Hill, those last moments with Alessa. Tears stream down my face. Roger is so engaged, he‘s hunched over in his chair. Even Judy, who spent most of the conversation picking at her nails or looking sick, is at rapt attention. My corrupted reflection stares and laughs maniacally at me.

“But I couldn’t do it.” I whisper. “And it damned us all.”

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“In a flash of red light, the red demon and the gauze demon were at her side. The red demon slams his metal slab sword in front of her. The gauze demon stepped in front of her. Alessa stared at me with rusted eyes and an inhuman grin cracked her face. ‘I have to kill her. The demon is inside her.’ Tears sting my eyes as I thought about the consequences of that. I take a deep breath and look to the heavens. If there was ever that I believed in something more than me, it was in that moment. I prayed. I prayed for the strength to beat these unbeatable odds. I looked at the doctor. He looked terrified. I was too. I put out my hand. He knew. He gave me his gun. I only had to make it to Alessa and fire that special bullet. I took another deep breath and put my eyes on Alessa. I never took them off her.

 

I charged her. My adrenaline spiked, my heart leapt, my reflexes sharpened in midst the danger. I flung my arms out to aim at the guardians. I aimed low on Red and high on Gauze. I pulled both triggers. Blood spurted from Gauze’s head and hit the floor, soon to be followed by his body. Red flinched as the .45 caliber bullet shredded his shoulder. I fired at him again and again. He flinched and had to step back. I flew at the altar, landing on top of it. I fired at Red one last time, hitting him square in the chest at point blank range. He flew back, the impact throwing him back at least five feet. I pounced at Alessa aiming for right between her eyes.

 

The demon had assumed Alessa’s perfect tear-streaked face. I hesitated.

 

Barbed wire encircled the revolver, wrapping the barrel and my trigger finger. It only took that split second. In just another moment, the gun was ripped from my hand. I landed on my back with a solid thunk. The demon’s face was back on my precious Alessa. The Gauze demon was back on his feet as was Red. I knew then I was going to die.

 

The demon had much worse plans for me however. She paced around me. “You are the first to get this close. So many die or go crazy first. Of course you had a little help. Harry defeated me once but I came back.” The demon’s grating voice threaded with Alessa’s sweet soprano. “You probably think I’m going to kill you, huh?” I sat up, never taking my eyes off her. “Still stalwart, huh? Have you ever thought that if I leave Alessa’s body, she dies too?” It did occur to me. I intended to shoot her, knowing that. The demon laughed a loud cackle. “It would be a waste to kill you dear. All that darkness inside you, so much potential.” She caressed Red’s shoulder, circling him. I got what she meant then. I felt my face and eyes come over with horror. She cackled again. She knelt before me. “All I have to do is crush that tiny glimmer of hope within you. Small but so inconvenient.” She stood and went over to Red. “You want her, yes?” No answer, I had heard him talk before. She scoffed. She looked at Gauze. “Valtiel, do you?” I felt his gaze brush over me. I cringed.

“Of course, Mistress.” His voice was smooth and stinted, like before.

I skittered back. Valtiel caught me before I could go far.

“In a hurry, dove?” He breathed at me.

“Screw you.” I spat at him.

 

The demon started. “You can hear him?”

I looked at her.

She continued, confusion in her voice, “Valtiel, what does that mean?” It was odd to see such a human expression from her.

It confused me that she didn’t know. Why would she ask him? Isn’t she in charge?

He looked at me again. “I’ve heard of it once. It is said that a perfect vessel can hear the voice of the servants of the demon that was meant to inhabit them. But it is rare, extremely so.”

The demon’s eyes went up.

“Yes. Moreover a demon in a perfect vessel can walk on the human realm without having to trade vessels or exist in limbo as you have.” He went on.

“Oh my… Isn’t that interesting.” Her eyes fell on me. There was stark sickening glee on her face.

My brain could hardly process what she was saying. My head was swimming.

 

“Valtiel, kill our unwanted guest.” It was an order, sharp and sweet. Valtiel let me go and moved toward the doctor.

My brain registered and I screamed, “Doctor, Run!”

He did so, scurrying rapidly toward the metal double doors. Valtiel was moving on him quick. The doctor made it through the doors. Valtiel slipped through them a moment later. It was only a few moments before I heard a muffled scream flood through the room. Tears dribbled down my cheeks.

 

“Red, I know you want her. I can see it. Take her, I give her to you.” She sounded like a scandalous mother when she said it.

My horror shook my frame and dried my tears.

Red dropped his sword. I could see his erection through his apron. That’s when what she meant sank in. “No, no, no…no please…”

He clomped over to me and snatched me up by the leg. He dragged me toward the altar. I dug my nails into the floor. “Oh god no…no…no…NO!” I pleaded. He then picked me up by the midsection. I wiggled and struggled but his hands were like steel. I didn’t doubt he could rip the skin from my body. He dropped me onto the altar. I started screaming. I hit him, kicked him, anything to stop this enactment of my dream.

He grabbed my front. “Be still Vessel.” It was part threat, part order.

I quieted a bit, going back to pleading. I pleaded with him to stop, to not do this. I knew it was falling on deaf ears. He ripped my shirt and bra right off me. I shuddered at the sudden violence. I was gibbering by now. He put his oversized hand on my breast, caressing as though if he were even a tad rougher, he would break me. His hand went lower to my pants. He ripped them off as well revealing my sprinkling of pubic hair and skinny pale legs. He pulled the clothes off me. He then removed his apron. I shuddered at the eight-inch throbbing monstrosity underneath. It was the same sick flesh color as the rest of him with a head like an oversized mushroom. He pried my legs open. I cried out. He put one hand on my chest and one hand on his dick. I was a raving mess, crying and pleading. The moment I felt it touch my vagina lips, I started sobbing violently. He inched it in. It felt like he was tearing me apart immediately. I screamed out. It slowly slid into me, sending fire to my midsection. He grunted as he pushed. Most of the way in, he hit my cervix. He pushed harder. I screamed again, in utter agony. I felt split apart from my pussy and like it was on fire. The tears wouldn’t stop. He started pulling back out slowly and violently pushed back in. The pain started to subside. He picked up a little, finding a working pattern. It was still rough and hurt every time he pushed into me. I tried to adjust so he wasn’t hitting my cervix with every thrust. He seemed to enjoy my movements, making small groaning noises. My vagina was starting to moisten up, making the friction pain lessen.

 

I just now noticed Valtiel standing next to Red. He said, “Now Red, that’s no way to treat a woman.” Red seemed to ignore him, thrusting a bit harder into me. I gave out a throaty moan. My voice was still ragged from the screaming. Valtiel moved to my side. He put his hands on my breasts, squeezing and massaging them. His hands were still too large for my small dainty tits but nonetheless my quaint pink nipples. He brushed his fingers against them and I moaned lightly. He squeezed my nipples gently. Red continued to fuck me hard, his dick padding against the top of my pussy. Valtiel moved one hand down to my ravaged pussy and grazed his finger over where my clit is. He continued to massage and caress my breasts with his other hand. The hand on my vagina explored that most sensitive place. He rubbed my hood, my labia and finally my clit, searching for that sweet spot. He found it, very slightly above my clit and circled with his finger. It felt really good, making the assault on my pussy easier. I started getting wet. I arched into his rubbing. Valtiel stopped. I realized why when Red flipped me over so I was on my knees.

 

Valtiel had his hard white dick in his hand. Val grabbed my hair and I squeeled in protest. He slapped my cheek with his dick and put it on my lips. Red pushed back into my wet ravaged pussy. I gasped and Val crammed his dick in my throat. I tried to breath but all that came out was choking sounds. Valtiel pulled his dick out to the head and slammed it back in. I was crying again. They both fucked me then, pushing in and out of me in a jilted tandem. Red grunted and slapped my ass. Valtiel pushed my head back and forth on his member. I tried so hard to relax and let it happen but I couldn’t stop crying.

I heard cracked laughter from my side. Alessa’s warped voice taunted me, “You’re such a whore, Zoe!”

This seemed to invigorate the monsters inside me, as they both pressed into me hard. My jaw ached and I felt numb from the waist down.

Valtiel spoke in a slight drawl, “Suck Dear, Suck!”

I cringed. He put his hand back in my hair and pulled.

“Harder, Slut. Use that tongue of yours!” He yelled at me.

I fumbled as I sucked my cheeks in and rubbed my tongue against the bottom of Val’s dick. He groaned in satisfaction and let go of my hair.

“Uh, mm.” He groaned regularly now.

 

Red pulled out of me. He declared in his deep masculine tone, “Let her go.” Val did so, his head cocked in wonder. I couldn’t read the expression on his blank face. I sat up on the altar between the two monsters. A long thin appendage uncurled from beneath Red’s helmet. The appendage shot out toward me and encircled my throat. Another harsh declaration from Red, “Pleasure yourself, Vessel.” I furrowed my brow at the order. I gingerly lowered my hand to my pussy and touched it. He ravaged it hard. It was a tender gaping mess. I touched my hood then my clit. I rubbed it like I normally did. The warmth slowly came back to my midsection. It gave me time to think. I stared at the altar. This was so much worse than my dream. I knew they were going to kill me after they tortured me. I thought of Kyle and Alessa. I put my hand on my breast, massaging my nipple. I tried to think of the time I had sex with Alessa. It helped me get turned on. My pussy tightened and moistened. My nipples went erect. I thought of what it would be like to have sex with Kyle like I’ve done every night since I met him. How it would feel wonderful. How much I loved him.

 

Just then a light caught my eye. The revolver was across the floor, along with the strange-looking bullet in its chamber. ‘Alessa wanted me to shoot her, to free her from the demon’. There’s no way it would affect either of the guardians. I wasted all the rest of my ammo on them. It was for the demon.

Valtiel was apparently growing impatient. He grabbed me and pushed his dick back onto my lips. I opened my mouth, giving in. There was no use. I couldn’t get to the gun if I tried. I sucked hard on Val’s dick, flicking the bottom of its head with my tongue. The sooner this was over, the better. His groans were loud. He fucked my mouth hard. Finally, his groans hit a crescendo as his dick twitched. He pulled it out of my mouth. White, thick spunk shot all over my face. I opened my mouth as hot jizz covered my tongue.

Red grabbed my ass and pushed me to my knees again. He smeared my pussy juice all over my asshole. He positioned his giant dick at the entrance of my ass. He pushed and I screamed all over again. It burned as he plunged himself deep inside my ass. I grit my teeth and clenched the altar. He bottomed out and paused. I gasped and sucked in breath. He pulled back out and slammed back in. I shook and garbled. It hurt so much. He pushed in and out with same force with which he ravaged my pussy. He grunted as he fucked my ass with vigor. It didn’t take long for him to find his release in my tight asshole. He let out a loud grunt and clenched me hard as he filled me with hot spunk. I could feel his dick twitching inside me. He pulled it out. I laid there on the altar, spent and sore.

 

The monsters turned to their infernal master. She let out another cackle. I looked up at the gun across the room. Red-hot rage spurred me to move in that moment. Quick like lightning and molten as fire, it filled me with the last bit of strength I needed to get across the room. I was so mad at this bitch that ruined my Alessa and now me. I was pissed at her immoral servants. She deserved to go back to the hell she came from. If it was the last thing I would do, it would be to end her, even if I did not succeed. I had the gun in my hand before time and reality caught up with me.

 

Valtiel leapt for me.

Red turned.

Barbed wire shot across the room.

I flung the gun up and aimed at the Demon.

Valtiel grabbed me.

Wire entwined my legs.

I fired the bullet that saved my life.

I fired the bullet that killed Alessa.