I've been staring at my ceiling for an hour now; it's three in the bloody morning and I still can't sleep 'cause of this figgin' heat. I toss and turn until I hear a scream. It was Alex, I jump out of bed and run to my door, before reaching the handle I look down at what I'm wearing and cringe, I CANNOT go out to my brother like this. Luckily I hear my mum rushing down the hallway to his room. I crack open the door and listen in on the talk.
"Shush shush shush. It's ok, I'm here, you're a'right. C'mere, what's the matter, eh?" My mum coos to Alex, gently soothing the terrified kid.
"The Boogeyman! He wa' 'ere! I saw 'im. He was right there!" he said, panicked. I was looking through the crack in the door and saw him pointing to the corner of his room. He just had a nightmare. Bloody hell, I thought he was being murdered or somethin'! I turn back to my bed, standing by and rubbing my face.
"Boogeyman, huh? Well cheers mate for helping me sleep, arse hole." I whispered to myself, laughing slightly at the end. I was about to lift my leg up to climb back into bed but I felt something grab my ankle. I looked down to see a shadowy hand coming out from under my bed and grabbing my ankle. I was about to scream until the hand pulled me down and was now dragging me under the bed. I clawed at the wood with black painted nails; I was going to scream again until another shadowy hand then came out and covered my mouth. It felt rough, sharp and grainy like…sand?
That can't be right? I continued to drag me under the bed, my screams muffled against the hand. More hands seemed to emerge from the darkness, garbing my arms, my waist my legs and, HEY! Get this fucking hand off my tit! I can't get out of this, I'm getting pulled under my bed by black sand hands and nobody in my house knows about it, I'm fucked. The force soon wins and I'm pulled completely under the bed and everything goes dark.
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I woke up on a stone floor and it was dark, like really dark. There were little rays of light but they weren't enough to see my surroundings. Where the hell am I?! I stood up, feet cold against the floor that felt SO good and started to look around. It was like a painting, one of those abstract images of an imaginary dungeon you get in video games. I looked to the ground to see where I was stepping and then I noticed… I'm still practically naked. SHIT! I try covering myself up with my arms but I don't do a good job of it.
"Oh, don't do that, your covering all the best bits." A voice purred, dripped in a British accent came from the shadows, I snap my head towards the voice but I can't see anything over the darkness.
"Who are you?!" I yell pissed off at the fact I've been abducted by perverted sand hands.
"I believe you called me an arse hole" it relied with a mocking and lazy tone. It was as if this bloke couldn't be arsed to even say his own name. It kind of made me frown at first…but then it hit me and ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! What kind of joke is this?! This guy thinks he's the…I burst out laughing.
"You? You're the boogeyman?! The creepy weirdo that hides under the bed?" I continue laughing then I pause. "Wait…Were you in my brothers room?! Ya sick bastard! You gave him that nightmare, didn't ya?!" I yell, spinning around trying to find this voice wherever it was. The voiced laughed, amused and wicked crossed over.
"You know," the voice started, I turned to it immediately, "you are very interesting Lola. Two people in one body, the nightmares you have, judgement, the wrong attention, the fear. You're afraid of what people think about you, how they will react when they see the real you." The man had appeared from the shadows, yellow eyes glowing in the dark before the rest of his body emerged. He was tall, slim and grey skinned. He wore some kind of black robe thing with a very low down V neck. His hair was jet black and spiked and he had no eyebrows which was kind of weird but still, the angular look in his face was kind of, well, attractive.
But those words, they were true, I was afraid. I have always hated how people think of me, ever since I was young. Kids picked on me for my style, that's why I changed. I snarled at the man, crossing my arms over my chest to cover up the silver rings that sparkled in the light. How dare this bastard kidnap me then starts insulting me!
"Ya sick mate! Take me home and piss off will ya?!" I yelled, pointing a finger at him and scowling. Again, the prick just laughs and makes his way over to me, now standing not even and arms distance away from me. He was looking down at where my arms were and smirked. Man this guy's disgusting! His head remains looking down but his eye poke up to stare into mine, a smirk rips across his face to reveal shark like teeth.
"You want to be invisible. Why? I mean, look at you, your practically delicious." The smirk still printed on his face even through his words. Before I could get a word in, I feel something crawl up my leg, a familiar sensation I felt pulling me into the dark. I look down to see the long sandy black hands crawling up my legs, wrapping around them. I try to move back and away from them but I only fall over, the arms now moving high towards my arms and pinning them to the ground.
"Get the fuck off me, boogeyman!" I growled but the man only laughed and knelt down, crawling over me so our noses were almost touching.
"It's Pitch Black or Your Majesty to you. After all, I am the Nightmare King." He smirked at me, the sand wrapped around my neck lightly; Pitch nuzzled my neck then took a nibble at some of the fresh that poked through the sand. I supressed and moan by biting my lip, making sure no sounds escaped. Pitch then lifted his head and looked down my body, tracing the back of his hand over my barbed wire tattoo that twisted around my right thigh.
"I like this." He smirked, then traced his hand up and over my thorned roses tattoo covering my left side. "And this," Then it went up further to my nipple, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. My head flew back and I slammed my mouth shut to stop any sound coming out. He saw this and tugged more and moved into a straddle position and then pinched my other nipple with the other hand. "And I love these." He whispered huskily as he leaned down to whisper in in my ear. I began to whimper at the pleasure it send through my body and his continued to tease my nipples. Ever since I got those pierced, they've been much more sensitive than they were before.
He gave a deep throat chuckle and removed his left hand but the right continued to torment. I ran it down my side to the rim of my fishnet top; I felt a long sharp nail hook the fabric and then began to cut up. My eyes opened wide as I looked down to find he had torn through my top to leave me completely bare at the top and only a thong at the bottom. I looked into his glowing eyes in disgust as he continued to smirk at me squirming to free myself. He then used his nails to pinch my nipple making me take a sharp inhale and arch my back. His hand then travelled up my side, stroking it, caressing it, while the other now took my tit in his hand and began massaging it roughly, needing in his palms earning little whimpers from me.
"You're going to scream for me."
