Night with a Demon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Woman wakes up after another night of hard partying only to find she picked the wrong guy this time.

Submitted: May 24, 2012

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For most people waking up in a strange dark room not knowing how you got there or who you were with would create an intense feeling of fear and anxiety but not for me. I was just happy to wake up with all my clothes on this time. I rubbed my eyes trying to clear my vision. I must have partied extra hard last night because I was still definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol in my system. I looked around the room hoping to find a clock but it was useless the room was too dark. But, I was certain I already knew the time. My body had a way of waking me up at 4 A.M. every day whether or not I had been drinking. I reached for my cellphone in the front pocket of my jeans. I hoped the battery would last long enough for me to at least find the door and call a friend for help. I needed to get up and out of the house before the cops came crashing in. The last thing I needed right now was to have another strike on my record. Last time I thought for sure I was prison bound.

I rose up slowly positioning myself so that I was sitting up in the bed with my back leaning against the headboard. I looked over at the person lying next to me. I could hear him or her breathing but it was too dark to see any kind of details about them. But, from the sound of things it seemed like whoever was lying there was sleeping off last night’s liquor pretty well.

I scooted my body toward the edge of the bed making sure to keep my movements slow and subtle until I could stand up. I didn’t want to wake my bed partner and then be forced to face the reality that I had once again left the bar with a stranger. I lifted my body off the foam mattress and the springs made a light squeaking sound as they moved back into normal position. A sound came from the other side of the bed and my heart momentarily stopped as I stood there completely frozen.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back down on the bed.

It was definitely the hand of a man and I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was definitely an older man.

“Home.” I replied. “And get your hand off me!”

“Hmph” He snorted. “I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere today.” His voice sent chills down my spine and I could definitely tell this guy was looking for a bit more than just sex.

“And why not?” I said firmly.

I felt the weight on the bed shift and before I knew it he was sitting right behind me with both of his hands placed on my shoulders..

He leaned in closer and I could feel the hot air coming from his breath against neck as he whispered into my ear. “Because I said so.” His voice was deep and raspy.

I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. My heart was pounding and the pain in my shoulders was getting almost unbearable as he applied nearly all of his weight against my back. I wanted to run. To scream. Do anything to get away but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I was never going to see daylight ever again.

“Well that’s not a good enough answer for me.” I said through my tears. “Not good enough at all!”

My adrenaline was starting to kick in as I shoved his hands away from me. He jumped across the bed grabbing the tail of my shirt as I bolted toward the door. The force of the pull caused me to lose my balance and the side of my head made direct contact with the metal footboard as I fell to the floor. I felt a steady stream of warm liquid running down my face and I knew it was my blood. I struggled to get back on my feet but my legs were too weak. I could feel myself beginning to drift in and out of consciousness.

“Stay awake, bitch, we have to do this while you’re still breathing.” He grabbed me by the hair and started to drag me back toward the bed.

“Please you’re hurting me.” I cried. “Please let me go!”

“I told you already. You’re not going anywhere. I still have work to finish here.”

He lifted me up on the bed and made sure I was positioned flat on my back as he sat on top of my waste pinning me down to the bed. I was too tired to fight back and blood was still oozing from the gash on the side of my head. I had no choice but to give up.

He picked several pieces of rope that were lying by his side of the bed. He tied my limbs one by one to each of the four bedrails making sure my legs were spread out far enough for him to have full access to every part of my lower half. I knew what was going to happen I only hoped I would pass out before he managed to get all of my clothes off my body.

After making sure I was fully secured to the bed he lifted himself off me and walked away. The room went quite for a couple of minutes before I heard him ruffling through what sounded like paper bags on the other side of the room. He began to walk around placing candles on each of the tables surrounding the bed. As he began to light each one I was finally starting to get somewhat of a picture of the person holding me captive. His back was still facing toward me but I was able to see some minor details about his body. His hair was solid black and came down to about the middle of his neck. He was shirtless and had a huge tattoo on his back of a snake. His upper body was very tone and fit. He was not overly muscular but you could definitely tell he worked out.

After lighting the last candle, he picked up a small knife and what looked like a piece of cloth and a roll of tape from the table and began walking back toward me. My body began to shake in fear as he shoved the piece of cloth in my mouth.


“Bite on that.” He said while cutting a piece of tape. “It will hurt less if you do.”

He climbed back on my body and positioned himself once again on my waste. He placed the piece of tape over my mouth and began to unbutton my shirt. I still couldn’t see his face because his hair was long enough to cover most of it and he kept his head down most of the time like he didn’t want to make any kind of eye contact with me. He picked up the knife and whispered words into my ear that I never expected to hear.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated as he sliced into my stomach. “It will be over soon.”

But his words didn’t help the pain. My body involuntarily struggled as I screamed through my tapped mouth.

“Lay still. You’re going to make it worse.” He said as he used his one free hand to hold my body still .

Tears started to flow down my face as bit down on the cloth as hard as I could. He continued to cut into my stomach carving out what was beginning to look like a pentagram.

“Hang in there I’m almost finished.”

And with one final cut he removed the knife from my flesh.

While still sitting on me, he took the same knife and began to carve the same symbol into his own stomach. He used his left hand to cover his mouth as he cried out in pain. I could see the blood from his stomach dripping onto my jeans. My mind was running wild. Why was he cutting himself? Why did he cut me? Why am I tied to this bed? Why am I here in the first place? I had so many unanswered questions and I was sure I’d never live to find the answers.

The sound of the knife hitting the floor brought me back to reality. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to the edge of my feet. He apologized once again as he ripped my underwear off my body.

“For this to work our bodies must become one.” He said while unzipping his own pants. “It’s the only way I can survive. I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

I could tell his voice had changed from the madman earlier. His voice was still deep and raspy but it had a different tone and somehow that comforted me just a little.

He jumped off the bed and pulled the remaining clothes off his body. His legs had the same tattoo that I saw on his back. The head of the snake covered his entire foot and its body ran all the way up his thigh. Neither of the tattoos were in color or had that much detail.

He walked to the foot of the bed and pulled at the ropes attached to my legs making sure I could not pull them lose. He placed his hands on my feet and started moving them up toward my thighs. He left his hands there for several minutes staring between my legs before he moved to get back into bed. He lay on top of me making sure the wounds on both of our stomachs were touching. He then positioned his lower half between my legs and slowly entered into my body. I screamed as he moved in and out of me. His flesh was as hot as fire and each movement caused intense pain to radiate throughout me. I was certainly no stranger to sex but I had never felt anything like this before but I had to admit a part of me liked it.

His thrusts were getting fiercer by the minute. I could feel my body swallow every inch of him as he pushed further inside me. He let out a loud deep moan as he released himself inside of my body. His sperm felt like lava moving through me and I was certain it was going to melt away everything inside of me.

He looked up into my eyes for the first time and I was finally able to see his face. His eyes were solid black just like his hair but his face definitely wasn’t what I was expecting at all. He was not the old man I had originally thought he would be. He was a young boy. Just barely an adult. If I had to guess I would say he was no older than twenty. He reached up and pulled the tape off of my mouth. I spit out the cloth I had used to bite down on and took a long deep breath.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Your child.” He replied.

He pulled himself out of me and then he disappeared.


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