The Session

Walls of Regrets

Coral Mental Care,
Private Ward 103,
West wing,
Four Weeks Later,
Dawn,
I find myself walking on a deserted road, where is this place? I looked around agitatedly, there were no houses close by. High up in the sky, the clouds hovered densely, covering the rays of light; they gathered slowly, forming a thick mass fog that allowed little light to pass through. It seems a storm is brewing but the atmosphere is eerily quiet. There were no sounds of birds calling or small rodents scampering around dry twigs. Something funny lingered in the air, a foul stench of rotten flesh and clotted rust. I looked around once more but I was no longer on the dusty road, I was in someone's kitchen, the paintings were old fashioned and peeled off the walls, everything in here was old and dusty, and the chairs were packed together on one side and covered with a big dusty blanket, the cabinets were opened with rodents running around feeding on stale contents in open jars filling the air with the smell of spoilt food. I'm probably stuck in one of those dreams again, how do I find my way out?
"Anyone here?" I called out mentally as I moved closer to the kitchen counter and I saw a woman I hadn't noticed earlier. She is dressed in a long floral gown and dull black apron tied around her waist. She kept murmuring to herself as she chopped whatever it was on the kitchen counter violently. The knife in her hands moved with short vigorous chopping motions.
"Excuse me." I tried to get her attention, but she was too busy; I cautiously tiptoed closer to see what she was cutting. She didn't seem to notice I was already beside her, so I peeped over her shoulders; what I saw was a gruesome sight that made me shriek and move back in horror. She was chopping off her five fingers; each slice lay on the chopping board like diced hotdogs with splashed ketchup sauce. I subconsciously stumbled back and stepped on something, which made me lose my balance and fall to the ground. My body thudded as it collided with something wet and sticky. I couldn't see what it was because it was getting dark but when I tried to sit up and move my hands, I could hear the crunching of bones and squishy sounds of soft decaying flesh and that's when a foul stench hit me, I immediately got up retching and buried my head in my palms. It was when I tried to wipe my mouth I noticed that something slimy was on my palm; it looked clotted; I squinted my eyes, bringing my palm closer to my face. It was blood, thick blood clots.
"Argh!!" I screamed and turned around in an agitated manner and I saw a child crouched in the same position I fell on. In a frenzied state, she repeatedly stabbed the woman I saw earlier. The girl kept twisting the knife, removing it, and pushing it in again, each hole deeper than the other, filling itself with red liquid.
"Stop it!!" I yelled and tried to pull her off but she wouldn't bulge. "No, stop!!" I sobbed and pulled her hair then she dropped the knife and turned to face me in her crouched position. Her eyeballs gave me a menacing stare... This face is familiar.. this face is mine.
I shrieked in disbelief, desperately trying to pull her off me and get up, but the blood became sticky, and I couldn't move my legs; my dress was wet and soaked in blood.
"Somebody help me!!" I screamed, still fighting to get away from the mutilated body but the girl stood there laughing loudly with the tainted knife still in her hands. She looked down once more and brought the knife down in full force. A scream pierced the stormy night.
"Wake up!" Someone was shaking me roughly on the bed. I responded by opening my eyes, and a tear dropped. I looked around frantically and clutched the hands beside me.
"Please help me; I didn't do it, I I- it was her. I didn't do anything." I begged for mercy and tried to get up but the strong hands held me down, shaking me violently till I was out of the trance. I looked around the familiar four walls of my room, my vision adjusting itself to the poorly lit room. I didn't know what I was searching for, but my eyes rolled frequently, scanning the tables, chairs, and every shadowy figure in the room until they stopped at something. The figure in front of me, holding me gently but firmly, was Lucas. We paused for a while staring at each other in the dim room until he moved closer and gathered me in his arms. I melted completely in his embrace and made sure I touched every bit of exposed flesh I could find. My hands dropped to his lower body, and I tugged at the belt; it was getting in my way.
"What are you doing?" He whispered slowly and pulled me up, but I met him with an urgent kiss, burning with need; I pushed him back on the bed and lay on top of him, still kissing and working my hands through his shirt buttons and belt buckle. He seemed to understand what I wanted and helped me unbuckle the belt and unzip his trousers. He moaned slightly as my tongue caressed his earlobe and my hands packed his solidifying manhood. This continued for a while and he slipped his hands over my hips up to my breast and fondled them. I moaned silently; I felt a discharge slowly seep out from my private part; I was already wet and ready for consumption. Lucas pushed up his body a bit and moved to a sitting position, I was kneeling on the soft bed, my legs spread across his hips. I rubbed my wetness on him and he seemed to like it, so he moved a hand down there and rubbed it till my back arched. The friction made me release more juice, and I died when he slipped a hand inside and positioned another on my clit, gently rubbing while using the other finger to sexually stimulate me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and made little body movements to the rhythm of his strokes.
Things were getting hotter, I was having a good time, but I couldn't wait any longer. I slid my hands down and freed his coiled rod, guiding it with one hand while using the other to hold him, I pushed it into my wetness. Lucas shuddered beneath me as I positioned myself on top and started riding him slowly. His moans were becoming louder so I placed my lips on his to limit the sounds as I pushed deeper on top of him, I could slowly feel him moving to this new rhythm. Still in that position, he fondled my breast and bent his head to suck on my hard nipples, I arched to give him easier access and we both moaned silent words to each other in the dark. At first, I wanted it slow, but I was consumed with need, so I increased the pace, riding him hard,r, making sure he couldn't stop to catch his breath.
"Oh fuck", he murmured and held my waist with one hand while using the other to grasp my hair tightly; I embraced him and danced on him, firmly moving forwards and backwards in a riding motion. We couldn't hold it anymore at this point and we let go of all sanity. Lucas groaned, and I sobbed in ecstasy; he turned my back on the bed and plunged deeper, using my neck as a grip.
I can't lie; I'm loving this new submissive state; it's better than the ones I have with my demons; this is physical pleasure. Lucas choked me tightly and fucked me hard; at first, I had muffled screams, but they slowly turned into moans. Lucas was about to release and he quickened his pace. I felt a sweet sting like I wanted to pee, but I knew it was not pee, so I gripped his buttocks to draw him closer and wrapped my hands around his waist, locking him in that position.
We held on to each other until I felt a warm liquid filling every hole in my body. His pace decreased, and he moved slowly; he also released his grip on my neck and fell on me. His eyes were heavy, and I was also feeling drowsy, so we cuddled and dozed off. I know deep down that there will be no walls of regret in this new dream.
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CORAL MENTAL CARE
WEST WING,
6:36am.
Outside Dozebel's room, a male figure stood beside the door, wishing to go in, but something wasn't allowing him to enter freely.
She is copulating with another man in there, is she not aware of the energy rolling off her and bouncing everywhere? Anyone psychic could feel it. Anyone... That word reminded him of what he felt days ago when he was roaming the halls.
Which hall was it? Oh yes, the west wing. He nodded to himself and slipped down the stairs, leaving whatever energy was rolling off up there.
The hallway that leads to the west wing is dark as usual; shadows of weird statues reflect on the staircase that leads to the west wing. The figure slowly stealthily descended the stairs, each step precise and calculated as if carefully searching for something. Truly, he was searching for something or rather, someone. He felt a paranormal activity around here but he wasn't able to investigate. A lot of paranormal activity occurs around here; that's why it's a mental hospital. But this one feels different or, rather, familiar.
He stopped in the middle and sniffed the air. The remains of a dark soul lingered. He turned around to look at the previous stair he descended from.
It was here. The figure thought in an affirmative tone. What a coincidence or is it? It was that same spot where her twin wrapped itself around the poor lady's neck and dragged her down. The figure can feel it because they are family, they are one.
Beware, readers; this is not dark magic; this occurrence and connection are unexplainable. This is a paranormal activity, a spirit that exists amidst men, an old soul-seeking counterparts. I call them the dwellers, you call them intuition. You perceive them to be your inner voice, that wise part of you that can float high above the details of the moment, your own emotions, and the emotions of others to get an eagle eye regarding a situation. Because you feel that the thing that speaks to you is your inner voice, you subconsciously listen and act accordingly. I hope you understand the consequences of your choices; if you are physical enough and your energy is high, you can feel the old souls, the dwellers.
The figure hurried down the stairs and crouched at the end of the stairs gingerly. He put a middle finger on the ground, and he felt it; a soul was devoured here; this was where it stopped breathing.
Hmm, there is a dweller here, he smiled, who could it be carrying spirits around? They probably drove him or her crazy enough to commit suicide. How sad, the figure shakes its head in pity and decides to leave the scene until he feels something or someone else with him in that space. He knows this chilly feeling, no other paranormal activity could strike fear this way... No other than death itself.
The figure looked around anxiously. Haven't they found the body? Perhaps he didn't commit suicide... He drifted around slowly, trying to search the large space, but where will he start? He scanned the big room for the darkest place, and his eyes went under the staircase.
Yes, I will start from here. The dark figure moved into the darkness, and there it was a mummified body; it wasn't a he, by the way; it was a she. He knelt beside her and placed a hand on its head. He could feel a quaint energy that had left its mark on this corpse. That energy is not a stranger to him. He jerked his hand off and looked around nervously.
She's back, she's here. The daughter of Jezebel has returned and she roams these walls freely. The figure always knew this day would come; he dreaded it with every dark fibre of his existence. His eyes nervously went up the stairs; her twin had no idea what was coming. They were trapped in with the devil in these walls.
Maybe he can save us; with that, Topaz turned into the shadows, and they became one.
Note: if you love to lurk in dark places, dark things will whisper to you. They will attach themselves to you and you will involuntarily carry those parasites around. And if that happens, only God can save you from the voices in your head.
But if he doesn't save you, the four walls of regret will be waiting for you.
Be ready for the second part of this paranormal romance.