The Demon in the Wood - v.2

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Author’s Note: This is version 2 of this short story. Based on feedback from a fellow artist and sometime collaborator of mine, I have evolved my approach. Each of these versions have been authored directly in my website tool (except for minor typo, grammar editing). The version below is pretty much as I typed it. I will be iterating on this story based on feedback from colleagues, friends, and you (the reader). Feel free to make comments in the comment field at the end of the story or contact me through my contact form to provide comments. My desire is to show a work in progress from start to finish and enable the reader to see my creative and writing process. I welcome any feedback about the story, my process, or my sharing it this way. If you want to read my first draft of this story, check it out here.

Jebediah Smith

I woke up hurting again, same as every morning. It all hurts. Joints achin and muscles feel pulled tight. Takes me time to get out of bed. It gets better, movin helps. It never really goes away.

I was fixin a piece of toast and I heard the car. I’m real close to the main road. The lane I live on ain’t paved, and it’s a hard drive in the winter. It leads up the hill to the highest point for miles. In fact, one of the highest points in this part of the Alleghenies. It also leads to the house. That house.

Damn fools! Kids, most likely. If I’in tell them once, I tel’t them a hunnert times. This ain’t not place for people to go a-wanderin’.

“C’mon Remington,” I said to my dog. She a good pup, but she needs a firm hand. I adopted her two years back. Some kind of pitbull-mix breed. Like me, I guess, a throw away. She my dog now. Spare the rod, my daddy used to say. A regular beatin’ now and again is good fer ya.

I put my coat on and tied my old boots. It was a cool day for early fall. Put a hat on my head because I ain’t got that much hair left to keep my head warm. The house a good mile up the lane.

Remington like to sniff a lot, so it took a good 35 minutes for me to get to the house. She willful like that, and sometimes I gotta just give her a good jerk or a whack to make her listen. She yelps a bit, but she learns good. Walks better. The lane runs past the house a few more miles before joining back to the main road. A few hunnert yards from the house, I seen her. Car parked in the driveway in front of the shed the Wilson’s put on the property a few years ago. She was standing on the edge of the road pulling on the “For Sale” sign stuck in the grass.

What in the hell she doing that for?

“C’mon Remington, let’s git going.” I jerked her again, no time for wastin’. She looked at me all attentive with that stupid look dogs get sometimes. Just waggin her tail. I spit once and then hooked the dip under my lip and tossed it in the woods along the road. I jerked the leash again for good measure. I was hot, gettin madder with each step.

Up here, high on the mountain the wind can pick up. I was downwind so she couldn’t hear me and Remington at all. We kept walking towards her. I figured she might get a fright, but served her right. Women ain’t much for payin attention.

She kept tugging on the sign, trying to free it from the ground. She pulled real hard and fell down. The sign stayed. Remington barked once. I jerked her quiet. Skinny thing. Pretty too.

“You startled me!” She said, smiling at me. She brought her hand to her chest.

I kept my stare on her. I was madder than before. I didn’t say nothing yet.

“I didn’t see you there,” she added. “I was just trying to remove this sign.”

“You buy this place?” I asked. I could hear anger in my voice. Didn’t care though.

“No, I am renting it for the next year,” she said smiling at me again. I bet she gets a lot done with that smile. Pretty as she is. Ain’t work on me. My pecker stopped working long time ago. Ain’t no pretty woman gonna pull one over on ole Jebediah Smith. Plus I couldn’t believe she was going to live here. Not in that house.

“I just arrived today, the moving truck comes tomorrow with my furniture.” She said. “What a cute little dog! What’s her name?”

Bending down, Remington whimpered a bit and laid down. Then she rolled over to expose her belly. That weren’t normal. Usually Remington growls and barks at strangers. I jerked her chain hard this time. Remington yelped and stood up. The woman looked at me kinda funny.

Do it! Tell me how to treat my dog. I dare you. But she ain’t said nothin about it. Just kept looking at me all peculiar like.

“My name is Eva,” she said extending her hand to shake mine. I looked at her hand and then her face.

“You know this place is cursed,” I said to her.

“I’m sorry?” 

“Cursed,” I said again. “Some say haunted, but I know it is cursed. People come from all over the area, even across the country, to see this place. Some sort of attraction to them. Damn bother to me. I chase them away. Tell them to git.” I spit this time, tasting a little of the Skoal on my tongue.

“Ok,” she said. “Look, who are you?”

“I live yonder,” I said with a tilt of my head back down the road. 

“Well, I’m Eva, nice to meet you, neighbor,” she said. I didn’t much like the way she pronounce neighbor. Like she was tryin to make fun.

I just looked her in the face.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I said. “You ah woman, alone. This place is dangerous.”

 “Ok … well that sounds like superstition to me,” she said, finally putting her hand down.

“The good lord allows a certain amount of evil in this world, to test us all. To be sure our faith is strong. Women are weak. You will suffer if you stay in this house.” I eyed her reaction. She stared at me all intense like, I looked away. My mouth felt dry.

“Ok … anyways.” She turned away, back towards the sign. She didn’t want to listen. Damn fool woman.

“This place was built in the seventies. A decent church-going family. God-fearin. They had a boy, was trouble he was. Say he conjured a demon in that shed right there,” I said. I pointed to the shed up on the hill in the woods by the house. “They say it’s a portal to hell. Some folks, the Wilsons, bought it ten years ago. Tried to fix it up. They found them dead six months later. Both of them fully dressed, laying in their bed. Wife had a screwdriver stuck in her skull. Husband’s throat was cut. Police say it was murder-suicide. I knowed it weren’t.” 

“Really?” She says, turning back to me and crossing her arms. That seem to peak her interest. Damn fine looking woman, though. That mouth. Those lips, painted dark red. So fine. I looked away again.

“You best leave. This ain’t no place for a woman,” I says to her as I turn away and walk back home. I yell one last thing as I walk away, “you been warned!”

Jesus help me, but those lips and that mouth. As I walked back I kept thinking on that mouth. And lord help me, but my pecker spring to life in my pants. God forgive me. I can’t help it. By the time I made it home, I closed my eyes and thought of her. I could see her opening her mouth. I wanted my pecker in her mouth. God forgive me. I yanked it til my seed spilled. And again. And again. I just kept yanking until the seed stopped, but I could still feel it. Til it hurt and started to bleed some.

God forgive me. I don’t want to stop. Why can’t I stop?

* * * * *

Adam Hawley

All guys need sex. It’s just a fact. Ever since I was old enough to appreciate a woman, I knew it to be true. So we do what we have to, in order to meet our needs. I am not proud of it, but I accept who I am. It’s my nature.

When I moved to this god-forsaken state after college to work for the electric utility, I met Tilly, she was a waitress in this dive bar that served food and had the nerve to call itself a restaurant. She was 21 and I was 23. We dated, but I always kept my options open. That is until the dumb bitch, kept forgetting to take her pill and got pregnant. We married quickly because her parents are deeply religious.

Ten years later, I’m still here. We got three kids, all girls. Just my luck. Curse is more like it. Tilly is fat now, dresses in sweatpants mostly. Stays home with the kids and decided to home school them because her and her parents think that the girls will turn out to be strippers if they go to public school. Whatever. I’d leave if my job weren’t so good and she would end up taking most of what I earn. I don’t have much time for her or the kids. I go out with my friends mostly, and use the weekends to hunt, fish, or ride the four wheeler. So my life turned out pretty decent.

So me and Tilly stopped having any regular sex a few years ago. When I hit dry spells, I hit her up in bed, in the dark, and pound her fat ass pussy. But that’s only when I’m desperate. So that’s no more than once or twice every few months. Luckily I don’t need her for that much these days.

You’d be pretty surprised how much pussy you can get in small town out in the middle of nowhere. Lot’s of lonely housewives or newly single women looking for some play. I got a few regulars, but thanks to Tinder and the internet, there’s always new candidates. Like shooting fish in a barrel. They are horny and can’t wait to get into bed. I don’t even have to take them out anywhere. We usually meet at bars, grab a drink, and hit the sheets.

I travel a lot for my job, all over the state. So I don’t need to work that hard to find excuses to not be home. The company pays for most of my hotel and motel stays. Makes it so easy for me.

Tilly has no idea. I mean, we have an understanding. She got fat, doesn’t work for it any more. So I go find it where I can. Fair is fair. When I first met her, she was the type that was crazy in bed. Most religious girls are. They are repressed, usually emotionally damaged by their strict religious daddy, and they are willing to do whatever you ask. It was great. After that first kid, her body got wrecked, then she put on weight. Complaining and nagging all the time. Too tired to have sex.

I started using internet hook-up sites, but they mostly sucked. Lot’s of messaging, but not a lot of face to face action. Tinder was a game changer. More girls, women I guess, wanting to hook up. Some are hard to get. About three years ago, I changed my preference to women in their 30’s and 40’s. I used to stick to early twenties, but after I hit 30, it got harder to get girls interested. I am so glad I did, because those women in their 30’s and 40’s are dying to get fucked! Dying. Plus there are a whole bunch who are still married. So no psycho drama shit. Win-win as far as I’m concerned.

Recently, things have been slow, the summer had been busy and Tilly’s church had all these activities. Then work got busy, less travel but more work. So it had been a month. I banged Tilly a few nights ago out of desperation. But that left me wanting to find something new.

And that’s when I found Eva. God damn! I have to travel to the southern part of the state to do an audit of a power station, and there she was. Out in the middle of nowhere. Her profile pics were pretty amazing. She was looking for “fun and friendship.” That’s my ticket. Something about her. Very hot!

I’m staying about 30 miles from where she lives on Wednesday afternoon, and I need to stay through Friday. If things work out, I figure I could stay the night Friday and tell Tilly that work ran late. Work doesn’t mind me expensing an extra day. I’m looking at the possibility of three nights of serious fucking. Bonus.

I called my friend from high school, Ted. His great great grandfather had been from Cuba, so he had a Spanish last name. But that was the only thing about him that was foreign. He and I went to the same high school in Ohio and then went to the same college, joined the same fraternity. He met a girl after college and they moved to Michigan. They ended up getting married and popping out two pups of his own, both boys. Kind of the same story, but his wife works out and lost the baby weight. She’s actually pretty cute, I would bang her. But she is kind of all stuck-up and stuff, and gives off a feminazi vibe. Kind of a buzz kill.

Ted, he’s had a few girls on the side, but not so much lately. He had a thing while his wife was pregnant with a married woman from work for a few months. But he felt guilty and pussied out on it.

“Adam!” He answered on the second ring.

“Yo, bro. How’s it going?” I asked.

“You know, same old thing. Work’s kind of a drag, kids keep us busy. Jimmy started playing soccer now, but in a different program. Ted Jr. is playing club football this fall. So our weekends are busy.” Ted sounded tired.

“Yo man, living the dream. Am I right?” I said with a laugh.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said.

We caught up on the bullshit details of life that nobody really cares about, but we feel obligated to ask about anyway. Family, parents, kids, job, sports … shit like that.

“Bro, I meant to tell you. I gotta head south tomorrow for work, will be in the southern part of the state for a few days. I found this chick on tinder who is smokin’. Bro, if this works out, this might be the hottest chick I ever nailed. Hands down.”

Ted laughed a bit. “Really?”

“I ain’t lying bro. Totally hot. Hold on, will text you a screen grab of her profile pics, one sec,” I said.

“Ok,” he said.

I pulled the phone away and took a screenshot of two of her pics in the app. I texted them both to Ted.

“Sent,” I said.

“Got em. Gawd damn bro! She is smokin. Good for you! I want details. And take a few pics for me. My sex life is pretty dull these days,” Ted said, sounding depressed.

“Bro, you’re bumming me out. I gotta roll, can’t have your negative vibes impacting my game. I’ll get you pics, good ones. I’ll make sure I get one of her sucking my dick,” I said with a laugh. I was feeling good about it, my confidence was strong. And he was really bumming me out.

“Allright bro. Talk soon. Text sooner. Don’t forget my pics! I don’t mind jerking off to your dick in her mouth, so long as I don’t see your face!” He was laughing now.

“Later.” With that, we were off the call.

I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

It took longer to get to my motel because of an accident on the only direct route. This was the boondocks, and there wasn’t much you could do when traffic was backed up for miles with no real way to get around it. I rushed through my work and blew off some of the tasks for my report. Nobody reads my reports and, for the most part, everything looks pretty safe.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Eva. We had exchanged some messages, you know, small talk bullshit. You say all the right things. You talk about how you love pets, enjoy interesting movies, and like to read. I haven’t read a fucking book in like 10 years. There was this flirty back and forth. And I kept hinting at wanting her to put her money where her mouth was. It paid off. She sent this crazy sexy photo of her bra with just a peek of nipple.

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Fuck me! I can’t wait to meet her.

We had agreed to meet in a little bar/restaurant a few miles from where I was staying. I came back to my motel after work, took a shit, showered, and shaved both my pubes and asshole. Chicks love it when you’re smooth. My trick is to use hair conditioner to shave with, it prevents razor burn and keeps it moisturized.

I got dressed and got to the bar early. To scope out the best place to sit. I opted for a booth in a U-shape, to give me the chance to move close to her if things went well.

She was late, by about 15 minutes. I was almost done with my second beer. I was glad to have two when I saw her. For the first time ever, a Tinder date looked better than her profile photos.

“Adam?” She asked, as she approach my table.

“Eva?” I said. I felt nervous.

“Sorry I am late,” she said taking a seat in the booth across from the table. “I am still learning my way around here and figuring out how long it takes to get places.” She smiled.

That mouth. Those lips. Oh my god. What I wouldn’t give to fuck that mouth. I realized my dick was getting hard. Focus man, you got this bro.

”You OK?” She asked.

“Uh yeah, sorry. I was just trying to remember if I finished something at work.” As casually as I could, I reached down and adjust my dick in my underwear so it wouldn’t feel as stimulated and keep getting harder.

“It looked like you zoned out for a second there. Was hoping you it was just that you were happy to see me!” She said with another smile.

Those fucking lips, that mouth.

“Yeah, no, I mean. Work stuff. I mean, like yeah. I have been really eager to meet you.” I stumbled a bit.

“Well, you look a little different than your profile photos. You know, maybe a little more substantial,” she said. I couldn’t tell what she was getting at.

“I used to work out a lot more, but work’s been busy,” I said. It felt like that sounded a little lame. “You are more beautiful than any of your photos. I am very pleasantly surprised.”

“Oh, really?” She blushed and looked down. “Thank you, that’s so kind of you to say.”

“I mean it.” I said in my most sincere voice. Because I did.

“I am sure you do, I don’t think you would say anything you don’t mean.” She smiled again.

What did she mean by that? I wasn’t sure.

She took off her coat and she was wearing a long, form fitting skirt over dark hosiery. She had on a black sheer top with a black bra. It looked edgy and like something you would wear out to club. It was pretty sexy actually. Too hot for the people around here. I looked around and a few of the people in the place gave her disapproving looks.

For about an hour we made small talk. I asked her about her job, she said she was a writer working on a book of non-fiction for her publisher. She moved out here to finish the book. We talked about me a little and I steered away from the kids and Tilly. My ring was back at the motel in my suitcase. There was no way she would know. The whole time we talked, I couldn’t help but stare at her. That mouth.

Within an hour, people started to leave and two people at the bar were the only ones left, besides us.

“You want to go back to my motel and grab a drink there?” I asked casually. Trying to act as if I didn’t care how she responded.

“How about we go back to my place?” She asked.

Even better. “Yeah, that’s cool. Let me go to the bathroom and I will follow you there in my car.” I said, moving out of the booth to get up.

“Actually, why don’t I drive you in my car. I can bring you back here later. It’s kind of remote and I wouldn’t want you to get lost out there, cell service isn’t great. Besides, we can use the time to talk more. I could use the company. Since I moved in, I haven’t had much contact with other people. I welcome your company.” She grabbed her coat laying on the seat next to her.

“Ok,” I said. “Be right back.”

I rather enjoyed riding in the passenger seat because it gave me the ability to look at her and fully check her out. With her attention on the road, I could admire her body. The skirt she had on had a zipper running from the hem to her waist. When she got in the car, she removed her coat, and pulled on the zipper. She slowly unzipped the skirt up to her mid-thigh. I watched her do it. Her fingers pulled the brass tab of the zipper slowly. It was sexy as hell.

“This skirt is tight, sorry, makes it hard to drive, so I usually unzip it when I drive,” she said, sounding a little embarrassed.

“Does it sound pervy of me, if I say that what you just did there is about the sexiest thing I have seen in a very long time?” I find it a smart play to pretend that I am little embarrassed about being sexually attracted to women. They like that. Pointing out that it might be inappropriate, always works. It defuses the creep factor. Especially when you get into sexual activity. This was going very well. My dick agreed.

“No, not at all,” she said with a smile. The interior light was still on and I could see the hint of lace at the thigh. She was wearing thigh highs. A surefire sign she was ready to fuck. That’s the fuck me hosiery right there. No pantyhose to take off. Easy access. “I am glad you like it. Are you telling me you want to see a little more?” She looked down at her legs and back at me with a look of an innocent who was deciding if she wanted to be naughty.

“Hmmm, would it be wrong if I said yes?” When talking to women about desiring them, always make it seem like they are making you feel in a way you’ve never felt, then pretend you feel bad about it. Works every time. Every time.

Another smile. Those lips, that mouth. She said nothing. But reached down and pulled the zipper up higher. Much higher. I could see the red of her panties and the full lace top of her thigh highs. This is going to be an awesome three days!

“Uh, I think I am going to have ask you to keep the interior light on,” I said half-joking.

“Ok,” she said. She turned the car on and reached up and clicked the light on. “I think we can do that.”

The ride to her place was mostly through wooded areas on dark roads. I don’t think we saw a car the whole time. About five minutes into the drive we were talking about my profile photos again. I admitted that I didn’t have a dog, telling her that the puppy was a friend’s dog. Actually, it was a stranger’s dog. I don’t even like dogs all that much. But the woman walking it was kind of cute, so I told her my wife love dogs and wanted to get one just like hers. She agreed to take a picture of me holding the dog, for my wife. The picture turned out great. The woman didn’t take the bait.

About five minutes into the ride, Eva asked me if I wanted to touch her thigh because I was staring at her legs so much. I nodded as shyly as I could. Pretending to be afraid of what that might mean. She ate it up. Over the next 25 minutes I caressed Eva’s perfect leg. She was firm, but not musclely. I don’t like my chicks butch. I kept my hand there the ENTIRE time. I ran my hand over the top of the stocking, down towards the knee, and on the bare skin above. When I got bold, a wayward finger would stroke the fabric of her panties. I could swear that she rotated her hips toward my hand when I did, but it was hard to tell.

Her place was a small cabin the woods at the top of a hill. I guess it was a mountain, but a small one. The road to her place was a mostly dirt road that led to an impossibly steep driveway. We parked in front of the house and the single story cabin had a nice view of the valley running out below. The moon was out and I could make out the rolling hills in the distance.

As we walked closer to the house an exterior light came on.

“Motion sensor,” she said.

It lit up the driveway and I could see a creepy wooden shed up the hill twenty or thirty yards from the house.

“Is that where you keep the bodies?” I said jokingly.

“Yep,” she said with a smile. That mouth, those lips. I wanted to be inside them.

We were kissing before we even made into her place. A small cabin with a large common room, kitchen, and eating area. A hallway divided the house down the middle and led to three small rooms. She pulled me into a bedroom with king-sized black bed with white linens. The large black headboard looked like some sort of polished wood, or a synthetic veneer.

By the time we reached the bed, I had pulled off the sheer top, and the skirt was on the floor near the front door. It zipped all the way off and fell off her. She was in her stockings, panties, and bra. Her boots discarded on the way to the bedroom.

I picked up her up and set her down on the bed. I took a step back.

“What?” She asked me.

“I want to look at you. Would it be totally pervy if I took a picture of you like this? This might be the best night of my life and I want to remember it,” I said.

“Yes, it’s pervy. But sure, take a photo.” She smiled at me again.

I took the photo quickly, and sent it via text to Ted. He’s gonna love this.

“I want to taste you,” I said. Girls love it when I say that. I dove between her legs and licked her eagerly. She made some noises and I was sure she was loving it.

“Slower,” she said. I started fingering her, my usual go-to that women love. Using two fingers I began thrusting slowly before I picked up speed finger fucking her fast. “No,” she said, “that doesn’t do it for me.” I pulled my fingers out and she was sitting up and pulling my shirt off and unbuttoning my pants. She pulled my pants down forcefully. “Get on the bed.”

“Ok,” I said.

I laid on the bed in my underwear and she kissed my chest, stomach, and then pulled at the waistband of my underwear. I was rock hard and her hand massaged my dick through the fabric.

“I don’t usually do condoms, they make it hard for me to, you know …” I put that out there. I didn’t worry about STD’s all that much because the women were usually in relationships. Besides, it wasn’t like I was fucking a meth head or anything. I like the feel of natural skin. Condoms ain’t my thing.

“Sure,” she said. Looking up at me.

Nice, can’t wait to tell Ted.

She reached into my underwear and wrapped her hand around my dick. Pulling it out she wrapped her lips around the tip and I could feel her tongue pressing against it. It was heaven. That beautiful, beautiful mouth.

Eva pulled off my underwear completely and kept sucking my dick like a professional. It was the best feeling I had ever felt from oral before. I reached up and grabbed her head with both hands and guided myself in as deep as I could.

What felt like hands with an iron grip, grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms back to the bed. A loud crashing sound happened outside. Eva pulled of my dick and sat up on her knees. Her eyes were dark.

“No!” She said.

I couldn’t move. My arms were spread on either side of me fastened to the bed by some force I could not see. Legs together, my body formed a crucifix. My dick was still hard, but it hadn’t registered yet. I could feel the anxiety build in my stomach, giving me a slightly queasy feeling.

”What’s happening?” I said, my voice was almost a whisper.

“Shhhh, relax,” Eva said as she climbed on top of me. Pulling the red panties aside, she guided me inside her.

I can’t move.

The feeling of ecstasy was almost indescribable. My entire body was in a state of suspended orgasm. Like edging to the point of release as the orgasm begins and then somehow holding it there. My cock was rigid and could tell ejaculate was escaping the tip. I moaned. It was amazing. My whole body was a part of this orgasm. And it didn’t stop.

I can’t move.

I could only watch her now. Riding me. Moving around on top of me, grinding her hips into my pelvis. She removed her bra and her breasts were the most perfect I had ever seen.

I can’t move.

I didn’t care. The orgasm was a heightened state of pleasure, the orgasm … just persisted. It was all I was existing for.

I can’t move.

I lost track of time. She kept riding me as a low moan begin from deep inside her, and the pace of her movements, increased in intensity. I could feel everything, but was able to move nothing. The moan grew to a shriek and the intensity and vigor of her movements scared me. I was terrified and enslaved to the orgasm that would not stop. That could not stop.

I can’t move.

And with a loud moan, she was done. And my orgasm was over. I couldn’t remember how it ended, but she was still on top of me panting. The shock of black hair covered her face, one hand was on my chest. I was bleeding. Her nails and fingers covered with my own flesh, dripping with my own blood.

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What the fuck? I tried to yell. But nothing came out. I can’t move!

She pulled her bloody hand off my chest and brought it to her face, still hidden by the hair hanging down. I could hear her sucking on her fingers.

Let me go! I want to leave, I said. No, I didn’t say it. I tried to say it, but no words came out. Help.

Fear crept into every part of my body. She sighed loudly and lifted herself off of me. My dick was still rock hard. I could feel it. I felt spent. My orgasm clearly over, and yet my dick was not getting soft. What the fuck? Help me.

She waved a hand over my pelvis and the skin began to loosen and I wasn’t hard any more. Help! I tried to scream. No sound. I was trapped in my body now. I couldn’t move my head. I could only move my eyes.

Eva turned away from me as she sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t see her face. She was removing the stockings and her panties.

Banging on the door. A single loud blow to the door. I was sure of it.

HELP! I tried to scream again. Still nothing.

Another blow to the door.

Help me! I’m trapped here in the bedroom. Still no sounds. I was aware of and could feel my mouth. But I couldn’t move my lips.

A third blow to the door. Eva was naked in the room standing next to the bed, but facing the doorway into the bedroom. She lifted a hand, and flicked her wrist. I heard the door open.

In here! I’m in here. I tried again. Nothing.

What sounded like heavy footsteps came into the house. Like metal boots on the wood floor just inside the front door. Walking slowly. Labored steps.

In here! I’m in here! Help me, please. I tried again. Nothing. Tears began stream down my face, I could feel them running down the sides of my cheeks onto the pillow. Eva stood watching the door. It strained my eyes to look over at her. But I could see her naked body facing the doorway still. I took a moment to appreciate the near perfect shape of her ass.

Eva began to laugh. And the slow steps drew nearer. Coming down the hall. A shadow filled the doorway. Eva walked to the doorway.

What sounded like the wail of a thousand voices mixed with deep bellow of horn blown by a Viking produced one word, “mistress.”

“Take him. Give him to my husband,” Eva said.

She stepped back and I could see an enormous hand, twice the size of a normal one, wrap around the edge of the doorframe. It was an unnatural shade of red. I looked up at the ceiling.

Please God, don’t let me die here. I’m sorry. Please let me live.

* * * * *

Morning

She stood on the deck overlooking the valley and watched the sun rise above the horizon. She was naked, unaffected by the cool air. A dog lay down beside her gnawing on an unusually long bone still covered with remnants of flesh.

“How does old Mr. Smith taste, Remington?” She asked looking down at the dog.

The dog stopped for a moment, looked up at her and barked once, before returning to gnaw on the round end of it.

“Yes, it does taste good doesn’t it?”

700 miles away Ted and his wife were driving to their son’s football game. Ted’s phone buzzed once in his pocket. He reached in, pulled it out, and handed it to his wife.

“Can you see if that’s important?” He asked.

She took the phone, typed in his pin code, and opened the text message.

“Your friends are disgusting,” his wife said sourly.

“What?”

“Adam. He sent you a photo of what looks like a 200 year old woman in lingerie lying on bed. What a pig. That’s just gross.” She turned the phone off and dropped it into the console between them.

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