Request for x_Silent_Suicide_x
Motionless In White: Josh Balz&OC Horror/Smut
The Boyfriend From Hell
Fuck fuck fuck, I thought as I ran down the dark, abandoned street. I was being chased by...fuck knows who. I saw blood-stained clothes, an equally bloody knife and wild eyes in a bloody face, and I ran.
I ran fast, faster than I ever did before...but the maniac with the knife was still behind me, and now I was getting tired. I needed to hide, before he caught up with me and...just before he caught up with me.
Ducking into a back-alley, I crawled past some trash and behind a dumpster, pulling a sodden, grubby old cardboard box in front of the space I'd crawled through just in case he saw the space and thought to look in my hiding place.
"Karyssa? Oh, Karyssa?" he called out in a sing-song voice. For some reason, his voice scared me more than anything else; it was almost...I could only describe it was as...wrong. Distorted and creepy, it sent shivers down my spine.
So terrifying was his voice that it took me a few seconds to realise what he'd said:
Karyssa.
He knew my name!
I covered my mouth with my hands, trying to cover up my whimpering breaths to prevent him hearing me.
Oh, Karyssa, there's no point in hiding.he giggled manically, almost making me cry out on fear: "We can smeeell her, we can heeaar her...we can seeee her!"
Suddenly the dumpster I was hiding behind was ripped away from the wall, and I screamed.
I screamed and screamed and screamed, until inhumanly strong hands wrapped around my throat and squeezed tight, cutting off my air and leaving me choking as I was dangled off the ground by...by this th-thing.
Bulbous red eyes glowed out of a skeletal face, the sallow, waxy skin looking like something that belonged on a corpse. Thin fingers dug into the flesh of my neck...and I felt blood trickle over my throat where they'd broken my skin.
Poor little Karyssa,like rotting teeth and a forked tongue: "You were so almost safe. Two minutes later and I would have been long gone...oh well. You do smell oh so delicious. Oh so very edible."
Whimpering, my vision faded to grey as a piercing scream rent through the air. At first, I thought it was me: that was how high-pitched the scream was...but then the skeletal grip around my throat disappeared even as I felt warm liquid cover me from head to foot.
The smell of rotting flesh filled my nose and it took everything I had not to throw up at the putrefied scent. My vision was still faded, and now with the smell as well...I couldn't...I just couldn't stay awake.
I collapsed to the floor, where the scent of the rotting liquid was even stronger than before, forcing me into the darkness of my vision before I could see anything else...
But that didn't stop me from hearing the footsteps approaching...
***
I could feel silk against my bare skin...and a soft mattress under me...and a body next to me. would consider quite pleasant...but I didn't remember getting here.
I remembered lying in a back alley in stinking and unidentified liquid, with footsteps getting closer to me as I fell into unconsciousness.
So how did I get here?
And where was here?
"Karyssa? Karyssa can you hear me?" asked the warm body lying next to me.
How does everyone know my name today?
