Torn Asunder
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+S through Z › Silent Hill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,620
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Torn Asunder
AN: This is a short drabble in the wake of Dark Descent and one of it's side stories. I cannot say what happens in that story, but this involves one of my OCs dealing with the aftermath. Needless to say, it's not for the faint of heart.
Torn Asunder
She still woke up screaming sometimes. It was impossible not to, after what she’d been through. Her love ones tried to assure her it was a dream; it never helped much.
She saw him standing over her, wielding that enormous blade of his. His aura radiated hatred. His form was every bit muscle, prompting her to draw back in fear.
She screamed frantically in protest. Nothing came out. The creature dropped his knife, climbing into bed over her. The vision shifts to the present, overwhelming her sense of reality. He grabs her hair and pull, urging her to suck on that grotesque grey member. She whimpers around her mouth in protest. She nearly loses her composure when the creature forces its member down her throat, blocking her airway with its girth. Tears sting at her eyes as she struggles to regain her breath. The intrusion is only temporary, thankfully, though the relief is shattered as the creature forces her to bob down on its flesh. An explosion of lust takes place inside her, filling her mouth with a copious, viscous seed. She nearly gags on the bitter fluid, spitting it out, letting it dribble out of her mouth before the repulsive substance went down her throat.
The vision disappeared. She was back in her bedroom, no sign of the monster in sight. Chris was lying next to her, blissfully unaware of the turmoil going through her mind.
Julie considers waking him. She wants him to hold her, to tell her it’ll be all right. She wants to feel warm and protected the way only he can make her. She wants him to make love to her; to show her she can still enjoy that pleasure despite what that monster did to her.
He remained asleep. Julie didn’t have the heart to wake him. Ever since the attack, Chris had become obsessed with keeping them safe. He fortified the house as much as he could, arming himself to the teeth with weapons both physical and spiritual, in the hopes that he would be able to keep his family safe. He was under a lot of stress, and he did not deserve to be burdened by her foolish little night terrors. They were only dreams.
She closed her eyes, hoping to get some measure of sleep tonight.
The creature was still there. He grabbed her hips from behind, forcing her to sit on her knees. There was a moment just before he entered her. Julie clenched her fingers in a death grip, gripping the sheets tightly enough to hurt. There was no mercy on the part of her attacker. His movements were unyielding as he took her body for his own, slapping her hips against his. He took her relentlessly, pounding into her tunnel until she was in anguish. And then he entered her other area, prompting Julie to scream in a burst of utter torment. Her back arched in agony as he thrust into that most private of places that only her husband had the right to touch. Privately she reflected that this was indeed the worst type of pain one could suffer in body.
Alessa understood. She’d suffered the same ordeal so recently. There was no greater violation than being taken like this against your will. And her assaulter was human. That was a not a luxury Julie could claim. And there was no greater violator than the one taking her right now.
Its conical head arched back in the closest it could come to an expression of pleasure. The Executioner finally ceased its thrusting as it released inside her. Julie winced as the putrid essence worked its way into her, burning her insides as it went. He didn’t kill her this time; he just wanted to humiliate her. Julie curled up on her side, feeling destroyed as a human being in every way. She cried into the mattress, wishing she had an ounce of Alessa’s power to defend herself from this monstrosity who dared judge her, and torture her like she was its plaything.
The vision disappeared. She was alone again, save for her husband beside her.
Julie Summers sits back in bed, wondering if the nightmares will ever end.
Torn Asunder
She still woke up screaming sometimes. It was impossible not to, after what she’d been through. Her love ones tried to assure her it was a dream; it never helped much.
She saw him standing over her, wielding that enormous blade of his. His aura radiated hatred. His form was every bit muscle, prompting her to draw back in fear.
She screamed frantically in protest. Nothing came out. The creature dropped his knife, climbing into bed over her. The vision shifts to the present, overwhelming her sense of reality. He grabs her hair and pull, urging her to suck on that grotesque grey member. She whimpers around her mouth in protest. She nearly loses her composure when the creature forces its member down her throat, blocking her airway with its girth. Tears sting at her eyes as she struggles to regain her breath. The intrusion is only temporary, thankfully, though the relief is shattered as the creature forces her to bob down on its flesh. An explosion of lust takes place inside her, filling her mouth with a copious, viscous seed. She nearly gags on the bitter fluid, spitting it out, letting it dribble out of her mouth before the repulsive substance went down her throat.
The vision disappeared. She was back in her bedroom, no sign of the monster in sight. Chris was lying next to her, blissfully unaware of the turmoil going through her mind.
Julie considers waking him. She wants him to hold her, to tell her it’ll be all right. She wants to feel warm and protected the way only he can make her. She wants him to make love to her; to show her she can still enjoy that pleasure despite what that monster did to her.
He remained asleep. Julie didn’t have the heart to wake him. Ever since the attack, Chris had become obsessed with keeping them safe. He fortified the house as much as he could, arming himself to the teeth with weapons both physical and spiritual, in the hopes that he would be able to keep his family safe. He was under a lot of stress, and he did not deserve to be burdened by her foolish little night terrors. They were only dreams.
She closed her eyes, hoping to get some measure of sleep tonight.
The creature was still there. He grabbed her hips from behind, forcing her to sit on her knees. There was a moment just before he entered her. Julie clenched her fingers in a death grip, gripping the sheets tightly enough to hurt. There was no mercy on the part of her attacker. His movements were unyielding as he took her body for his own, slapping her hips against his. He took her relentlessly, pounding into her tunnel until she was in anguish. And then he entered her other area, prompting Julie to scream in a burst of utter torment. Her back arched in agony as he thrust into that most private of places that only her husband had the right to touch. Privately she reflected that this was indeed the worst type of pain one could suffer in body.
Alessa understood. She’d suffered the same ordeal so recently. There was no greater violation than being taken like this against your will. And her assaulter was human. That was a not a luxury Julie could claim. And there was no greater violator than the one taking her right now.
Its conical head arched back in the closest it could come to an expression of pleasure. The Executioner finally ceased its thrusting as it released inside her. Julie winced as the putrid essence worked its way into her, burning her insides as it went. He didn’t kill her this time; he just wanted to humiliate her. Julie curled up on her side, feeling destroyed as a human being in every way. She cried into the mattress, wishing she had an ounce of Alessa’s power to defend herself from this monstrosity who dared judge her, and torture her like she was its plaything.
The vision disappeared. She was alone again, save for her husband beside her.
Julie Summers sits back in bed, wondering if the nightmares will ever end.