It seemed like a lot had happened in the few minutes that passed. For one, he'd pushed her into a wall, her pants were gone and so was his hat. That fucking hat! Though she hated it, the situation, this was just a dream. That's what she told herself. Over and over and over again as he knelt down in front of her. Licking a long stripe down her torso over her navel, pressing feverish kisses along the line leading down to her pelvis.

She hated that it made her moan, that it made her cry out in fear, arousal, anger and frustration. That it made her want to punch the walls and punch him when all she could do was just take it. Writhing against the concrete wall, hoping to god she wasn't making a sound back in her real body, the one in the apartment with the paper thin walls, keeping her neighbors up with sounds of sick pleasure.

Buck naked and trembling, the girl stood still, refusing to look at her warden, the captor of her nightmares. The king of this hellscape. Who was she, the god of her dreams, to a demon? A demon who'd shed his claws in favor of cupping her rear, holding her still in a vice grip that would surely leave a trace for days to come. Pulling her closer, forcing her legs open so he could slither his forked tongue between her lips and devour her alive. Eat his fill of her pleasure, toy with her most sensitive parts for his own sick amusement.

"stop —" she whimpered as a scarred finger pushed its way into her, past the shimmering wet folds into the scorching hot canal above. Inside, he was inside her. Again, so painfully aware of the damage he'd done, the damage that had been afflicted to him. But it didn't seem to matter to the fiend as he simply hummed a soft tune against her, tongue rubbing flat over the bundle of nerves, occasionally moving down to join his finger in its exploration. Its vile expedition of pleasurable torture.

She really had to be a self loathing masochist to enjoy the suffering he was once more bringing her. The disgusting twisted ecstasy washing over her whole body as she shook and trembled, knees threatening to give out from under her.

As quickly as the heat and wetness had appeared, so too did it vanish. And she found herself alone, in the dark corridor, waiting to be pounced on. Stabbed, impaled or… she didn't want to think about it. Her body was as fragile as a new born deer, stumbling through a dark forest of concrete, brick and… pipes?

She hadn't even stopped to think about where she was, but she recognized it all too well. The old preschool. The one she'd burned down with her boyfriend. Well, were they still— it didn't matter. He wasn't here, she was. And as much as she hated to admit it, she knew how to get out. If the fucker hadn't decided to change the route of course, which was very much a possibility given the circumstances.

So down she went, down the labyrinth of hissing pipes and wicked flames, stretching out to lick at her. It was vile and repulsive. She hated it but she kept going, there was no use trying to cover her naked body up at this point, he'd seen it all earlier, and she didn't have the energy to try. It didn't matter anymore. It was useless. Even if she had tried to gather her clothes again they were torn up, no use, just tattered fabric that could be blown away by the wind.

As she rounded a corner, the old room caught her eye, there were two ways she could go. She could go into the room and possibly get stuck, or she could take the stairs. Which could lead in any which direction. She shouldn't have made it there so fast, that was just simple math, he'd changed the route. Of course he had changed the fucking route. Because where else would he find the satisfaction in torturing her, give her a little hope of escaping while sealing the exits and burning the bridges.

She gave a half defeated sigh, too mentally exhausted to bother with the stairs, simply turning around to look him in the eye. He must've been standing there for a while, waiting for her to make up her mind. Just out of reach and out of sight. Reaching a burnt hand out, he gave her face a light stroke, before gently wrapping his fingers around her throat, pushing her back towards the smoldering bed. And she let him, she didn't fight back or try to get away. As if having given up completely.

As her legs hit the bed, she let her body collapse backwards, sending up a flurry of smoke and embers, engulfing her whole being for a moment until the man crawled over her, pressing light kisses along her neck and chest, hands caressing her body as she tried her best not to puke. It was disgusting, how she enjoyed it, craved more from him, her most hated companion. It made her want to die. The way she moaned as he touched her, ground his hips against her core, reminding her just what was happening. What was going on, and what was to come. Loathing and despair, a combination of feelings that made her equally sick.

As his fingers grazed over her opening, she couldn't help the soft gasp that left her, hips bucking instinctively against his hand. It was humiliating. To feel such pleasure from a monster. "My my, you're practically begging for it~" he teased, cruelly chuckling against her breast.

She let out a frustrated groan as a loud beep rang in the distance, what on earth was that? Her eyes fell shut as his fingers delved into her, only to open them back in her bedroom, alarm blaring on her nightstand.

"Huh… that's weird."