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Demonic Nightmare (Latapayne)

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Dec 27, 2012
She would awaken to find herself laying in the middle of a dark corridor. The walls were a dark grey concrete, red and black smears covering it which could only be dried and congealed blood. There was no ceiling that was visible, the walls seemingly reaching up into blackness. The floor was more of a steel grating, underneath the walls reaching down into blackness. On either side, the corridor seemed to reach off into the darkness, no end in sight. The place was eerily quiet, except for the occasional feint sound of movement, or moan, coming from nowhere yet everywhere.

How she got here was a complete mystery. She had a pretty normal life, though recent memories were rather blurred, and now she was in this chilling place. Where she was, nobody could say, but one would have to be mad to stay here. But where could she go? There were only two choices to make. Forwards or backwards.
 
Annabelle McGrath winces and makes a groan of pain as she begins to stir, feeling a little light headed as she finally awakes from her slumber. She feels a slight throb in her head as she opens her eyes to see she isn’t in her dorm room. “Where…? Where am I…?” She asks herself as she begins moving a little more, using her hands to push her upper body from the grated floor. Her eyes widens as she stares down, only seeing darkness below her as she slowly gets to her feet.

Her body trembles as she stands, leaning against the wall to her right while she standing in the dimly lit corridor. Her eyes widen to see the red smears along the walls, quickly moving away from the wall she was leaning on as she starts frantically starts looking around her. She can feel her heart racing while she stands there, looking back and forth only to see complete darkness. She doesn’t recognize the place, not looking like anything near the campus.

“Is… Is anyone there?!” She yells out, barely able to hear an echo, but also hearing hear the strange sounds the inabit the area. Seeing no other choice, she starts walking forward hoping to get out of the place. While she walks, she tries to figure out how she got there. She winces as her head throbs again, having a hard time remembering. The last thing she does remember clearly was making her way back to the dorm building, but after that, it all goes black.
 
As she walked down the hall, her footsteps echoed, the place almost falling silent with her movement. It seemed like this hallways would go on forever. Just how big was this place?

As she walked along, she would notice something red along the right wall ahead of her. Not blood smeers, but eyes. Red eyes, seemingly painted onto the wall, staring straight ahead to the opposite wall. They were about the same height as her upper body. Blood could be seen on the grating on this area, but what could these eyes possibly do? They weren't really, right?
 
She can hear the metallic clicks from each footstep she makes along the grated floor, causing her to flinch every now and then as she listens to the echoes. She begins breathing deeply as she continues on; looking very much like the hallway is endless since there aren’t really any markings telling her that she is getting anywhere. She tries so hard to stay calm, hoping to find something that would lead her out of the place.

After a little while of walking, she stops to see something painted along the walls. She can see that the eyes are looking to the opposite wall, but she doesn’t understand what she is seeing. The scent of blood fills the young woman’s nose, only making her even more nervous while she stands there. Staring down, she can see patches of blood along the grating, but that’s about it.

It feels like her heart beating a mile a second as she stands there, never before feeling so afraid, but she starts moving forward again. She has thought about turning around and going the other way, but she doesn’t know if that’s the actual way out either. She can only hope she’d find an exit at the end of the hall, or at least a dead end since it would tell her that she needs to turn around and try the other direction.

While she walks forward, she tries hard not to glance at the eyes since it feels like they are staring at her. She can only assume they mean that someone is watching her, but looking around she isn’t able to see any cameras. She tries hard not to think about it and continues walking, trying to stay focus and find her way out of there.
 
As she walked through their gaze, something silently descended from the darkness above. A long, thick, fleshy looking tendril, creeping behind her from above, not making a single sound. That was, until it lash out, wrapping itself around her throat, hoisting her up into the air. The tendril had enough strength to hold her up, but it wasn't tight enough to choke her. No, choking her wasn't what it had in mind.

As she was hung up in the air, a second tendril slithered up from the grating. At the tip of this fleshy length was a sharp, bone-like barb. Almost like a snake, it positioned itself beneath her, barb pointing between her legs.

Then it struck, the tentacle shot up, just as the first released Annabelle, her weight falling onto the vicious spike, tearing through her panties, into her womanhood, piercing right into her womb and almost into the flesh beyond.
 
She continues walking down the dim corridor, unaware of the danger that looms above her. Every once in a while she would lean against the wall, still feeling dizzy. The stressful situation she is in doesn’t really help the matter much, finding it hard to keep focused while thoughts of how and why she got there continue to linger through her mind. She even begins to feel somewhat frustrated, since there doesn’t seem to be any marks that would tell her if she is going the right way or not.

Before she could take another step, she suddenly feels something fleshy wrapping around her slender neck. She can’t help but scream out at the top of her lungs as she grabs the tentacle tightly with her hands, feeling it lifting her off the floor while she struggles. She doesn’t feel it squeezing as it lifts her a foot or two off the floor, but her head is forced to tilt back as the lip presses under her chin, not giving her much of a choice other than to stare up.

She can’t even see what the creature is since the tentacle appears to be coming from the darkness above. Her eyes widen as she soon hears something moving against the metallic surface of the grate below her. She makes an attempt to look down, but in her current situation, that is unlikely. A horrified expression soon forms upon her face as she is practically dropped, feeling something spear between her legs, through her panties, through the hymen, and into the womb, almost impaling her.

She shrieks out louder than before as her body arches and trembles from the pain. It’s not enough that it tore through her virginity. It also tore through the tiny hole that is her cervix, tearing through the flesh that is supposed to keep her womb sealed. Her grip tightens on the tentacle around her neck, attempting to pull herself up, but only to feel herself lowering back down. With the tentacle so deep inside her, she can’t even really move besides up and down, leaving her trapped as she feels the sharp top scrapping against the inside of her womb.

It isn’t long before fresh blood is seen oozing down the spike. Because it also tore through into her womb, there is even more blood. If it had only taken her virginity, there very likely wouldn’t be as much as the crimson liquid travels down the length of the intruder, sliding down into the darkness below. It isn’t long before the scent of her own fresh blood fills her nose, making the poor female even more terrified than before.
 
The tentacle buried within her shifted lightly, letting her feel the barb buried into her flesh, causing it to tear slightly. The tentacle around her neck released her, letting her weight sag on the deadly tendril before wrapping around her waist. It wasn't finished yet. Gripping her midsection tightly, it pulled her down.

The barb tore through her flesh, into her body cavity, piercing her throat, travelling up before finally exiting through her mouth, silencing her screams of pain. She was impaled up like a pig, unable to do anything but sit there and eventually bleed out.

If there was any mercy at all, it would be that she would awaken in the hallway where she began, with no memory of her gruesome fate.
 
“Ow…!” She yelps out when feeling the barb scrap inside her womb, reminding her that it’s still there while blood continues to ooze freely from her young pussy. “N… No!” She yells out when suddenly feeling the tentacle around her neck release her, allowing gravity to pull her down upon the spike. She frantically tries grabbing for it as she feels the spike pushing up into her body, causing her further pain as the flesh stretches and begins to tear.

She thought she was saved when feeling it wrapping around her waist, but then feels it proceeding to pull her down. “Please, God! Make it stop! It hurts! Ahhhhhh!!” She screams out and rolls her eyes, feeling a pain she has never felt before as the flesh is torn right through. She shrieks and continues her struggling as more blood flows right out of her pussy, looking more like a steady stream now as the spike pushes through the meat and organs. She can feel it sliding rising up as it moves through the stomach, heart, and soon up her throat as her slender neck bulges from the thickness.

Gurgles can be heard as she chokes on her own blood, masking her voice as she is brought all the way down to her knees. Her body can be seen twitching, blood flowing from her pussy and mouth as she is given a slow and painful death. It isn’t long before her body goes cold, pissing herself as waste also secretes from her anus, further creating such a horrid scene as she dies.


***

After time has passed, she awakes once more at the same location she started. She has no memory of what just happened. Like before, she slowly gets to her feet and looks around and trying to understand where she. She yells out for help as she starts walking towards the other direction, unaware of the danger that awaits her.
 
The hall seemed to stretch into the darkness in the other direction, going on for an unknown period of time before finally hitting a dead end. Now she had a choice. Ahead of her were three doorways. One in front and one on either side.

The door on the left had some sort of white substance smeared on it. The word "Fornicatio" was engraved in the door.

The door before her had dried blood caked on it. The word "Ira" was engraved on it.

The final door, to the right, had some green gunky fluid caking it, the word "Gula" written on it.
 
Like before, the hallway feels very endless with no markings that would tell her that she has reached anywhere significant, but this time, she has finally reached a dead end. She was hoping to find a door with a sign that says “exit”, but she has found three doors with words in a language she isn’t familiar with. She stares at the suspicious looking words nervously, not sure what to pick since she doesn’t know what they say.

All three gives her an eerie feeling, but she figures she might as well guess. Since she has been leaning more to the left wall, she decides to go with the left door. If chose wrong, she figures she could just leave and try another door. Now with a destination in mind, she walks up and brings her hand to the door knob, turning it gently and slowly opening it. Since she isn’t sure what to expect, she continues moving at a slow pace, stepping into the room.
 
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